Smuggler's Ball 2018

Ty never cared much these sorts of things but he also knew a good chance to network when he saw one and he wasn't the name he used to be. He even dug out his white suit for the occasion. When he walked in he took a look around at the group gathered, he knew most, but not all of the people gathered here. Some of them by reputation only. The bar was across the room and what was a party without a drink? He made his way across the room and leaned on the long bar, "Corellian Reserve, neat. Make it a double." He then sat on the stool next to him and waited patiently for his drink, and the service was pretty quick. Typically he would have ordered Whyren's but for some reason he wasn't in the mood for that. "Thank you." He said to the bartender with a smile as the man served him his drink. Ty wasted no time in taking up his drink , letting the heat from his hand warm the glass he sniffed the rich golden liquid inside, first at his chest, once more at his chin, and finally under his nose. It was immaculate, rich spices and woodsy aromas were intoxicating in and of themselves. With much anticipation he took a small sip to begin and savored the rich flavor for a moment before taking a larger sip.

Accepting the glass when offered, Vejide, more than a little relieved to learn that Auri is Adrien's cousin, looks over her shoulder, squinting to see better since her specs are in her purse, towards the bar where Dikeledi and Auri are talking, nodding as she agrees cheerfully, "Yep, they do seem to have, don't they? Don't see that too often, Vejide muses, more to herself than anything, as Dikeledi is not known for being particularly sociable as a general rule. Turning back towards Adrien, Vejide smiles and says, Your cousin, huh? That's awesome!"

Taking a sip of her drink before, after snorting an amused laugh at being addressed as miss, which is not something she is used to being as given the usual company she keeps, answering Adrien's question, Vejide grins crookedly as she teases, "You didn't catch it 'cause I didn't throw it out there. Batting her eyes as she performs what she assumes a curtsy looks like, Vejide does her best impersonation of a sophisticated accent as she introduces herself, Miss Vejide Diya, if you please, Mister Draykon. A true pleasure to make your acquaintance at last. Giggling and resuming her naturally relaxed posture and returning to her usual, decidedly less than refined, manner of speaking, Vejide says, I'm with the Jang crew. Waving a hand, she says, You've probably never heard of us though. Reaching over with her free hand to pat his arm, she smiles and points out, We can't all be as infamous and awesome as you and your crew, now can we?"




Giggling as he points towards a Bothan that has walked in with a purple haired human, Nkosana tells the Bothan that is doing his best to keep the gangly, bearded Nish from stumbling into a white suited human enjoying a whiskey at the bar, "Like, look Sango, another Bothan. You wanna, like, go an' say hel. . ."

Sighing, Sango deposits Nkosana on a stool, "We don't all know one another. Rubbing the brown fur below his snout, Sango, not able to keep being serious despite his attempts to appear less narcotized than his friend, stifles a laugh as he says, You missed some."

Trying to be subtle about it and failing miserably, Nkosana uses an index finger to rub at the purple powdered remnants of the Gree spice on his mustache, then rubs it on his gums as he grins and says, "Like, thanks buddy. Hate to waste good . . ."

Patting Nkosana on the back vigorously to try not to make it any more obvious what they had partaken in prior to heading to the bar, Sango shakes his head while stifling a laugh with the back of a furry hand, adjusts the lapels of his suit jacket and motions the bartender over, ordering Namana shots for himself and Nkosana.

Turning to the human in the white suit enjoying a whiskey, Nkosana asks cheerfully, "So, like, what crew are you with, dude? Hooking a thumb over his shoulder to indicate Sango, he says, We're, like, with the Jang crew."

Xeonon had since moved on to a holo of an ancient battle. Although his knowledge of recent history was good he was a little more foggy on the older stuff.

Turning he saw a bespectaled man extend his hand to shake it. Concious of the ffact his right hand was a prothstetic that could cause some damage Xeonon flipped over his left hand and shook Daniels rather awkwardly.

Nice to meet you Daniel, Im Xeonon Solomon. One hell of a party Adrien threw eh?

A crew without a name. That was an interesting one. He had certainly heard of the Fel Crew, which Galdaart had previously led. But he had yet to hear about this new incarnation. As Ami-Lee said the Nameless Ones sounded like a religion, he shrugged his shoulders You said it sista, not me... He took another sip from his drink then, as Ami asked him about what he did We dance on the moon... And there his translator went, deciding to act up on him. He tapped the small device with his finger We're what you call... smugglers. We move goods from place to place...

"Doesn't take much to convince me to show off, I have to confess."

Leaning back from Dikeledi, Auri pouts a little, feigning upset at she had been refused a dance then shrugging it off she lifted her hand to indicate to the server to give them another round. If she was going to get drunk then she wasn't going to do it alone, and she still held out hope that a slightly more inebriated first mate might be more pliable to dancing with her. The floor was still sadly empty for a party that was now in full swing. 

"So, Red," Her eyes teased and flickered as she tried to read her new friend's expression at the use of the nickname, "If dancing isn't what nature intended, tell me what are you good at? I'm sure nature blessed you in many ways other than just your full figure." It was Auri's turn to grin mischievously back.

Amy's eyebrow arched upwards when Han spoke about his crew dancing on the moon. Evidently he had a translator that had a mind of its own. Or Jawanese was that hard to translate. “Sounds like just about everyone that's likely to enter here today.”

She looked at him thoughtfully, “Ya got a nice ship or somethin' t' go with th' group? We're presently flying a piece of poodoo CR70. Hopin' t' get an upgrade real soon.”

Arching an eyebrow in theatrical shock when Auri suggests that she is not innocent enough to be nicknamed kitten, which is amusing given that it is probably safe to assume that no one here at the Smuggler's Ball is anything close to innocent, Dikeledi winks and jokes, "Thanks for the warning, Kitten." Leaning in closer to Auri when the blonde haired woman leans close, clearly more than content to be in such intimate proximity, Dikeledi rests her chin on the fingers of her right hand as she listens intently to Auri's answer to the question about her gifts.

Smiling in a mischievously flirty way, Dikeledi shakes her head and says, "Well, rest assured that you have nothing to fear, Kitten. I can promise you that if we ever had a day to spend together, I wouldn't succumb to such a spectacularly criminal lack of imagination where thinking of ways to spend it is concerned. Lifting her pinkie finger to her lips to bite the tip of her nail, Dikeledi laughs and shakes her head as she says in a tone as bemused as it is disbelieving, Cooking for them was all they could think of, really? Wow. Tracing an index finger along the rim of her glass, Dikeledi asks, From a relative of the chef to the Emperor, huh? Sounds like an interesting story."

“Take care yerself, Han.” said Amy, her drink raised in salute to him.

After the Jawa left, she remained where she was, just watching the comings and goings, but not really concerned about walking up to people to make conversation. If anyone was interested in talking to her, they could see she was not exactly brandishing weapons in all directions or fortifying herself behind barriers, so she simply left it at that, enjoying the beverages and snacks available.

Amy nodded at the Bothan and raised her own glass in an informal greeting and acknowledgement of him, then glanced towards where she last saw the Jawa going, “Not often,” she said casually, “but not unheard of either. Seen a few of 'em almost any planet I been to.”

She accepted the offered hand and shaking it, “Ami-Lee Westar, yeah, like the gun. Y'can jus' call me Amy or Millie, whichever you prefer. An' I'm doing fine. Interestin' gatherin' goin' on 'ere. Oh, an' I'm from a crew...we're still workin' on a name...”