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Jul 13, 2011 21:47:54 GMT -5
Post by The Conman on Jul 13, 2011 21:47:54 GMT -5
Donnie grinned at Var's remark. This was the best burger place in the galaxy. Girl needed to lighten up. Well, not here. This wouldn't help with lightening, but metaphorically speaking, she needed to lighten up. Donnie though, almost loosing track of her train of thought.
Nah, I won' 'ave anythin' off da kiz menu. Gimmie a Oub--
Donnie stopped for a second.
U' ere, Ki. Dey ain' orderin'. Eye kontakt, iz emportant.
She said, noticing he was staring at her chest.
Anywho, Ouble Monstar kombo wif bakon, wi'da pop, and..
She glanced over at Var. Donnie wasn't about to mess with a woman's food. She wasn't like that.
...And a Salad --
She pointed to one that looked eatable, all leafy and green.
Off'a da healf menu 'dere.
She stopped, and was looking around, for a good 30 seconds....Donnie looked out the window, watched a speeder go through the drive through...turned and waved at Var, who nodded towards the guy behind the counter. She turned. He was staring.
Oy. Dummy. Food. Now. Go. 'Ake eet 'appen, damnit!
Donnie said, slamming a 20 credit bill down and sliding it his way. He nodded and hurriedly took off, piecing together the order.
After a minute or so, Donnie got the tray and headed over to Var, sitting down opposite her.
She took the burger, fries, and pop off the tray and put them in front of her, as well as a stack of napkins. Opened up the buger on it's wrapper, moved it over, and dumped the fries out. She took the top of the burger off, and looked inside.
Everything was in order.
Donnie reassembled the burger and took a big bite. It was greasy heaven. She put it down, grabbed a few fries and ate those, then took a swig of her pop, which was a welcome taste after months of healthy food.
Salad's yours, Var. Nutritional stuff is on the paper on the tray, if your curious.
Donnie said, taking another bite of her burger, almost having a burgasm.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 13, 2011 22:07:46 GMT -5
"Thanks, but I'd really rather not know."
Var picked up the fork and started to skewer bits of her salad as she watched the grease pour from Donnie's burger with each bite. She stopped looking at her food and made eye contact instead. Maybe with food in front of her Donnie could focus on some business.
"You have all the credits, but we need a plan. I know what food to get, but you mentioned clothing. We should do that first so food doesn't spoil. We can also get a couple packs to carry whatever we buy in." Var ate another mouthful of greenery before continuing. "Then we need to pick enough fresh food to last us and enough non-perishable food to help stretch it out. We'll probably need to make at least one more stop as well though."
Var took another bite of salad before finishing her commentary. "I might be forgetting something remind me if I am. Now, I haven't been out in the galaxy very much in years, where do we go to buy all this?"
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Jul 13, 2011 22:21:14 GMT -5
Post by The Conman on Jul 13, 2011 22:21:14 GMT -5
Donnie swallowed and thought for a second. Silently thinking weather or not Var missed anything. Which, as usual, she hadn't. Only issue, as Var had pointe out, was where to actually go.
If she was on Corellia, she'd just go to a mego-mart or some such place, but Donnie hadn't seen any of those so far. Though there were a lot of shops and merchants lining the streets. The perishable food would be easy to get, and the ship did have a freezer so they could just toss it in there.
The non perishable stuff, was something she was at a loss for.
Well, we can get the normal food at any of the vendors on the street, saw lots of 'em with fruits and vegetables, one even had fish I think.
She took a bite, careful to make sure the burger dripped onto it's wrapper.
So far as the carts go, I honestly don't know, I usually don't need to buy in bulk so I've never really bothered with one. I bet if we ask a merchant they'd know though. So far as the clothes goes, there was a merchant a few blocks down who I want to go back and see, had some nice stuff. Looked like reasonable prices too.
Donnie finished the burger, and ate a few fries, and took a drink.
Look, Var, I'm sorry about the food, I just really wanted something aside from the usual "good for you" selection at the Temple. Next time we eat, I'll follow you...just no tofu.
She said, leaning back in the stall.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 13, 2011 22:37:38 GMT -5
Var blinked a few times. Donnie was... apologizing for eating? "It's... it's okay." Var responded evenly.
She closed her eyes for a moment, asking herself why she was so at ease around Donnie. Was it because they were both women? No, Var was just as guarded as usual when it came to gender. Because she was Twi'lek? Not it either. She had very little in the way of Twi'lek identity. She'd dropped her clan name and even responded to a shortened version of her name. A shortened version used because her owner had thought 'Varulla' too long. Of course in time 'Var' had been replaced with insults... But the point stood, it wasn't a species-bond. What was it then?
It was because Donnie wasn't a Sith or a Jedi. She didn't lecture about morals or rules like her Jedi master had, and she wasn't a plotting threat to her life the way other Sith were.
She simply... was. And that meant she was easy to get along with, and even... even to trust. Var had told her more about her life than anyone else, more even than her best friend as a Jedi Youngling. The one who had been her first betrayal...
But it was too soon for trust. Var's burden was her own to bear. She had to live with it.
Var's green eyes opened again and she was reserved, as always. Calmly she finished her salad, not letting a single bit of her true feelings emerge.
"All right. Let's go."
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Post by The Conman on Jul 14, 2011 0:26:40 GMT -5
Donnie nodded with a grin and got up, dumping the tray in the trash on the way out, along with her drink. The ice had melted and watered down the pop.
About ten minutes later, the pair walked into the clothing shop Donnie'd mentioned earlier. The owner was busy with another customer, so she decided to motor around and see what was available, when she was suddenly mesmerized. In the back, behind the racks of normal clothes, was a veritable smörgåsbord of nightwear and lingerie.
Now, Doneeda was not one to spend money on such things...usually. For a few reasons. First, she wasn't a "normal" size, anywhere. Two, price, due to reason one. However, this particular shop, sported sizing that, surprisingly, would fit.
She grabbed Var's hand, and took off for the section, the smaller girl in tow.
omygod.
Was all she said. Donnie immediately went over to a rack with black and red matching sets of bra/panties/garterbelts/stockings on them, not looking for her, but for Var.
She muttered to herself, occasionally turning back and looking at var, guesstimating her sizing, and trying to remember the side-boob she'd gotten earlier on. After a minute or two, she turned around, and walked over to Var.
Had to mix two sets, your bum looks bigger than they figure it should be given your twins...here, try this on.
Donnie said, thrusting the set towards Var, already putting together a blue set in her mind's eye for herself out of various pieces scattered around the section.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 14, 2011 0:43:31 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, what?" Var shook her head a little, wondering if something was stuck in her ears. Then she froze. For a long moment she remained in doubt over what she'd just heard. 'Your bum.' 'Your twins.' Not Donnie's. Var's. As soon as it clicked, a visible change washed over Var.
The Twi'lek Sith looked exactly like a womp rat in the headlights of a landspeeder. She recoiled from the lingerie, throwing her hands up in the air and trying to form some sort of response.
"I- No way- Those- I'm not wearing that!" She finally managed to make a full statement after three aborted sentences. Just looking at the attire made her feel a little dirty, the thought of wearing it? Var started to shake her head from side to side, gaining resolve from the movement. "There is no way I will ever be wearing that Donnie. And you are never going to see me in anything like that. At all. Period. Ever."
Var put her foot down. Adamantly.
Her own self-image was totally different from what others saw. While she was an attractive Twi'lek with nice curves and a dancer's grace to them, to herself she was a bony and awkward little girl from Tatooine. She'd never 'registered' she was attractive. In fact, the very idea of being desirable scared her. She didn't draw attention to her appearance. Attention was bad, it always had been for her. When she went without comment, that was her idea of success.
She'd just run into a wall with Donnie. Two polar opposite worldviews were about to conflict.
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Post by The Conman on Jul 14, 2011 0:53:33 GMT -5
Donnie pulled back the articles and held them closer to herself, chuckling.
For somebody who could stand up to a Jedi in combat, and probably win. She sure is afraid of a few pieces of cloth...Donnie thought.
This wasn't going to be easy.
Does she not want me to see her in these, or does she not want herself to see her in these...
She wondered.
It wasn't that Doneeda was surprised, she'd expected something of the sort form Var, but the girl needed to lighten up a bit. Even if she never actually wore them, getting the chance to see herself in the mirror in the change room would be good for her.
Though, so would actually coming out of the change room. If anything, Var getting them on and looking at herself in the changer room would probably be the same thing she'd always done. Not progress. Donnie thought for a moment, before speaking.
C'mon Var. What's the risk? I'm harmless, and not going to judge...well, I will, but I think you'd really look good in this-
She said, jiggling the lingerie.
Look around, it's totally safe, I'm the only one here. Why not have some fun, I promise I won't tell anybody. Besides, what's the worst that can happen...
Donnie asked genuinely.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 14, 2011 1:15:06 GMT -5
"No. No way and no how. That's final and nothing you do or say is going to change my mind. I will not wear it. End of story." Var declared imperiously with a stony expression of resolve, arms crossed in front of her.
Ten minutes later she was staring at herself in a mirror, wearing the lingerie. "Donnie, I look like a cheap hooker. Is anybody else out there?"
Upon hearing the area just outside the dressing room was clear, Var hurriedly drew aside the curtain, blushing madly. Her face was scarlet as she stood there, feeling totally exposed. She made a quick 360 degree turn, painfully mindful that almost every inch of her body was showing.
"This is humiliating..."
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Post by Othorious on Jul 14, 2011 1:30:55 GMT -5
Doviculous kept a low profile after his encounter with Cartuga, keeping himself cloaked and mostly trying to keep to the shadows without looking at all suspicious, which in case was pretty damn hard to do. From the landing pad he managed to sulk his way into a Bazaar, with various shops and vendors selling who knows what. He cast glances at some of the booths placed about a large square, but really didn't see anything of interest, until he came across one booth in particular. This particular Twi'lek male was selling stuff, and not any normal old stuff, but interesting stuff, just little trinkets that Doviculous seemed to like.
He saw one he really liked, a Metal skull, it had a string through it as though it could be a necklace, and thats what it was. Doviculous turned to the Twi'lek, and with a fast wave of his hand he told the man, You will give me the Skull Trinket The Twi'lek looked at Doviculous funny before suddenly growing stiff and repeating what Doviculous had told him earlier, but instead of 'You will give me the Skull Trinket' it came out as, 'I will give you the Skull trinket'. Much oblidged shopkeep With a quick swipe he nabbed the trinket, and walked off as if nothing had occured.
A few meters down he discovered a nice looking bar, and strolled on in. Taking a place in a shady booth in the corner, he quickly ordered a bottle of ale. When the waitress came back to give him said bottle, she asked for money in order to pay for the bottle, but Doviculous also had the answer for this as well. With a quick wave of his hand he easily told the waitress the alcohol was free, and she oblidged and left. Doviculous popped off the cap of the bottle, and began to drink, the liqued was nice, tasty, it would have to do. He propped his feet up on the table, and just... waited.
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Post by The Conman on Jul 14, 2011 1:33:33 GMT -5
Donnie was standing there, waiting for Var to finally emerge from the change room. It'd been nearly 10 minutes. Finally she asked if anybody was there, and peeked out. Nobody was. When she came out, and spun around, Donnie wasn't entirely sure what to say.
I want to trace her scars with my tongue and tou-
She stopped her mind in it's tracks. She couldn't let herself go there.
Donnie observed. It' was obvious she'd never worn a thong before, and that some of the parts of her setup were unfamiliar to the girl.
Var was, simply put, very attractive. Slightly hippy, with a shapley, if not slightly big, bottom, and toned legs. The woman's midsection was quite well defined, as were her arms. She wasn't as over the top in the twins department as Doneeda was, but they were definitely present, and fit her body very well. To Donnie she had the same build as the dancers she remembered from her youth.
Her movements, even just those of walking out of the change room and spinning on the spot, were graceful. If it was anybody else standing there, anybody aside from Var, Donnie would swear they cared very much about how they looked.
Var...you...wow.
Was all Doneeda got out, rebuilding her composure, before walking closer and proceeding in the "adjustment" process.
Ok..Var, you...yeah, some of this stuff you've never worn before, have yah?
Donnie said through a grin, grabbing her by the shoulder and spinning her around.
This, needs to be-
She gripped the sides of the thong.
UP.
And pulled them up over her hips, she then adjusted the garter belt.
Ok, turn around for a sec...
She spun Var around.
Ok, I gotta adjust the girls here for yah...
She said. Var hadn't ever worn a bra that had as much "push up" as this. After Donnie was done, she looked like she'd gained a cup size at least.
There.
The Twi'lek said, stepping back.
Goddamn, Var, You do realize your hot, right?
Donnie said with a chuckle and a smirk.
Go look at yourself in the mirror.
She said, gesturing to a nearby mirror on a wall.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 14, 2011 2:03:12 GMT -5
"I've never worn any of this before..." Var muttered, suddenly even more painfully aware that was practically naked and that Donnie was touching her.
"What do you mean uuuup!" Var's eyes widened as the meaning was made clear.
"I don't think I like this, no, I know I don't like this." Var complained as Donnie continued to make adjustments.
Damn, Var, You do realize you're hot, right?
"Ha. You're a bad liar Doneeda." The older Twi'lek dismissed the compliment completely as she closed her eyes and waited for the adjustments to be completed. She opened them again when she felt no more adjustments being made.
"This was a bad idea Donnie, I-" Var stopped short as she saw her reflection in the mirror.
Only it didn't seem like her reflection. At first she thought it was someone else. Some other Twi'lek. She didn't realize those were her curves and her breasts. But she looked again. It was her cream-colored skin. And her green eyes stared back at her in the mirror. She realized it was her.
I'm... beautiful? The unspoken question was conveyed through body language and the subtle movements of her lekku. There was a slight tremble in her lip for a moment and she seemed on the verge of tears.
But in the second mirror, she caught a glimpse of her back. The old scars were still there, ugly spiderwebs on her skin. There was no disguising them.
She winced at the sight of them, her moment of new-found beauty eclipsed again by the memories of pain.
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Post by The Conman on Jul 14, 2011 2:24:39 GMT -5
Donnie caught what Var's leeku were saying, and smirked. She wasn't entirely sure what to feel, Var seemed to be somewhat emotional about the whole ordeal. Donnie walked over, inadvertently putting herself between the mirror showing Var's back and the mirror showing her front. Effectively cutting off the reflection.
Doneeda walked up behind the still stationary Var, and put her arm around her.
Yes.
She said in huttese.
Donnie wasn't entirely sure what else to do. She didn't know Var's past, and it was painfully obvious that she'd touched a rather raw nerve with the girl. Her intentions weren't to make her sad, not by a longshot.
However, the fact that she actually came out of the change room, let Donnie touch her, and hadn't exploded was something of a miracle, and progress.
Not tootin' my own horn or anything, but I guessed all that sizing.
Donnie said, to break the silence, which was becoming deafening. The younger Twi'lek was about to speak when the bell that rang when the front door was opened dinged. Donnie turned around, and noted a older looking fellow and his wife were looking through the sun dresses at the front of the store, and heading in their direction.
Donnie gave var a pat on the bum with a joking expression.
You might want to change, unless you want to be modeling for them too.
She said, eyeing the pants a section over.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 14, 2011 2:38:20 GMT -5
"Right..." Var replied automatically, her thoughts lying elsewhere.
She continued to think about herself as she undressed in the changing room, wondering how she could be so beautiful from the front and yet so damaged on her back. As damaged as she was inside. Her internal scars were just as real. And at the moment she was ambivalent.
It was nice to know she was beautiful. But at the same time she still felt... uncomfortable. She wasn't willing to show herself to the galaxy and be ogled. Maybe... maybe it was enough for herself though, to look in a mirror and see a beautiful woman. One she'd only just discovered.
But did she have any right to be that person? Or was she deceiving herself? She was damaged goods. Broken. All this was... was window-dressing, trying to be something she wasn't. Yet she couldn't let it go. It was intoxicating to her, even if a strange wistful feeling gripped her. Dreams of what might have been in another life.
She folded the garments gently and tucked them under her arm as she stepped out of the changing room again.
"Donnie, I don't have any more credits but... would you buy these for me? I- I need to have them."
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Post by The Conman on Jul 14, 2011 2:56:02 GMT -5
Donnie smirked, while var was undressing she'd already gotten herself what she wanted. 2 new pairs of pants, one army green cargo pants, the other brown. a new black tank top, and a tight-fitting gray one with a faded sorosub logo on it, as well as a few other articles of clothing. They still had a week at least on the road, so she wanted to be prepared. Donnie also was carrying her own "undergarments" with her, she'd needed to pick up a few pairs of everything for herself.
She grinned at Var.
Yeah, sure. No problem.
She responded. Murkhana was corporate, that meant Donnie had full access to her bank on Zeltros.
You...sure you don't want anything else? Or need, for that matter, we've got another few days on the road still.
She said as the pair motored towards the counter to square up.
As they were on their way, Donnie pulled a pair of Silver Avaitor sunglasses off a rack and put them on, glancing in the mirror as she went by.
Yeah, I'm ballin'.
She said to nobody in particular as they neared the front desk.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 14, 2011 3:22:53 GMT -5
Var glanced around the shop, trying to spot anything she'd wear. She had her armor and two sets of robes. It was a sparse wardrobe to be sure. But one in which very few things fit. Finding attire was a challenge for the Twi'lek. She'd worn nothing but issued-robes and her trusty armor since she was first allowed to abandon the tattered rags she'd worn as a child. Everything was merely 'functional.' And Sith robes weren't exactly sold in stores.
Quickly her eyes fixed on everything available on black. It was almost a rule. Dark side, dark colors. It was her comfort zone. She settled on a loose-fitting utilitarian jumpsuit perfect for working on the ship, saving her robes from wear and tear. Functional, no sense of style. Painfully typical for Var.
It was matched with an array of more practical undergarments for daily use. Generally she subscribed to a minimalist policy. The fewer clothes the fewer things to wash. But with that much flying ahead of them, doing laundry so regularly would be a massive pain.
"Thanks, I owe you one Donnie." Var admitted in very un-Sith fashion. Not only was she admitting gratitude, she was also admitting a debt.
Things were moving too fast for her. Silently she wondered if she was the same person she was this morning. She wasn't sure.
If Donnie knew sexy underwear, Var knew food. A quick rental cart and an hour netted a massive pile of food. Fresh fruit and vegetables enough to last the whole trip if stored properly, and eggs.. And on top of that, tinned supplies ranging from cured meats to edible fungi and biscuits.
And in the hands of Varulla'aba it would fit together quite nicely. It hadn't come up, but she was more than a fair cook. As far as she was concerned Dov and Sion could starve to death, but the others would eat well.
There was no sense in reaching Tatooine malnourished and on the verge of collapse. And nothing was ever as easy as it sounded.
"Anything else we need, or are we ready to head back?" Var asked casually. The task of constructive shopping had cleared her mind a good deal and she was reserved and business-like once again.
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Post by The Conman on Jul 14, 2011 20:48:57 GMT -5
Need Booze.
Boooooooze..
She said, taking off to the booze department of the store they were in.
The selection wasn't the greatest, but booze was booze. She grabbed two large bottles of some clear liquid marked at 55%. Another bottle of Corellian Whisky, which was overpriced. And a 12 pack of some kind of beer making the claim of being " probably the best beer in the galaxy ", and 2 40 oz bottle so f something called " Malt Liquor ".
About 5 minutes later, Donnie returned to Var, everything precariously balanced. She dropped what she was holding in her hands into the cart, then the stuff balanced on her arms.
Hokay, now we're good to go.
She said.
About 20 minutes later, they were at the ship, Food of all varieties in carts and sitting in the cargo bay. And Doneeda entirely lost.
She'd just tossed everything into the freezer, making "Food" from "Food", wasn't something Donnie'd ever done. Or been taught to, or bothered learning.
So..Uh...Yeah, food...
She said, picking up a random can.
What are you gonna do with-
She raised an eyebrow, reading the label.
Chopped Golaki Mushroomes in Hedi Oil...I don't even know what a Golaki is...or a Hedi for that matter.
She said, tossing the can back into it's pile in the cart.
I'm hoping you can cook, cause if you can't we're boned.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 14, 2011 21:11:19 GMT -5
Var sighed. "Golaki is a fungus from Ryloth."
Come to think of it, it was strange Donnie didn't know that. Even Var knew it, and she'd left Ryloth as a little girl. Did that mean Donnie wasn't from Ryloth? Or maybe Var was over-complicating things and the girl had just never learned to cook anything at all. Who knew, maybe if the mushrooms were put on a plate in front of her she'd recognize them instantly.
She was being too judgmental. Var steered the conversation away from that. "Yes, I can cook. Trust me, you won't starve to death. You know, you might want to learn a little about all this for the future. I doubt someone will always be there to cook for you, and do you really want to live off the food synthesizer?"
The underlying point to the comment was clear. You helped me, now let me help you. Var was being... nice.
Of course, the others were all off someplace else and it was only the two of them. How Var would behave towards Donnie surrounded by other Sith remained to be seen.
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Post by The Conman on Jul 15, 2011 0:26:02 GMT -5
"Golaki is a fungus from Ryloth."
A fungus from Ryloth...
Donnie had to think, she didn't recognize the name. Then again, she left the planet when she was 6 so it was entirely possible she'd had it at some point. Or not, if it came in a can then it was probably to expensive to feed a slave.
She chuckled at Var's remark about the food synthesizer. The girl had a point, Donnie gave her that. She'd lived off synth'd food for years, the last time she'd tried to cook the oven caught fire, so she decided to forgo culinary endeavors.
That "incident" was 4 years ago, and involved a batch of "special" brownies. The house reeked of a particular drug for weeks, her "parents" tried to ground her over it. Donnie just snuck out anyways.
Oddly enough, she actually understood what Var was doing, she was trying to help her.
I...never really thought about it, actually. Ever since I was a kid, I just grabbed something to eat from the synthesizer, not used to cooked stuff.
She paused, then continued.
But if your offering to, y'know, teach me, I'm down. Wouldn't hurt to start eating better, might help me loose a few.
She said with a chuckle.
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Jul 15, 2011 13:10:52 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 15, 2011 13:10:52 GMT -5
"Donnie, you don't have to lose any weight." Var wasn't sure if the comment was in jest, the chuckle sent mixed messages. Donnie was in great shape. She honestly didn't need to lose anything.
But Var moved on. "I wouldn't mind teaching you what I know. I... I could use the company too." Var admitted as she stored the last of the food.
Then she leaned against the bulkhead, looking both tense and relaxed at the same time. For a moment it seemed like she was going to discuss something more serious, but it ended quickly as she sensed some of the others on the upper deck moving around.
She changed her comment to something innocuous. "You'll feel better eating real food. Now, what's next?"
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Jul 24, 2011 0:58:43 GMT -5
Post by The Conman on Jul 24, 2011 0:58:43 GMT -5
Donnie shrugged.
Go to the room, loose the clothes...
She blinked to get her mind off of naked Var. The girl was hot, and a Twi'lek...it was such a shame she wasn't more "open minded", Donnie thought. The females of her species always knew what to do with the leeku...
Doneeda thought. They'd gotten the food, and hopefully the ship had been gassed up while they were away, so she was drawing a blank.
She wasn't used to being the one "calling the shots", it was less responsibility and commitment to just do what she was told. Unless she was told to take responsibility or commit, then she'd not do that out of principle.
Regardless.
Doneeda's first instinct was to consume copious amounts of booze. She looked at her watch. It was only 4ish. So that would be out of the question, as she had a policy about drinking on planets before the sun went down.
So she went back to her first thought.
Well, we could get naked, hop on the good foot and do the bad thing.
Doneeda said in Huttese through a toothy grin, enjoying the disturbed look Var gave her.
Okok, we've eaten so why not go hunt down Dov. I'm not too keen on getting that master back on Korriban mad, so I think we should at least try to find him.
She paused, trying to figure out how to word this to get the force user to come along, it'd be far easier with her there, Donnie figured she'd have some sort of spidey sense about this sort of thing.
I mean, I get your mad at him...well maybe more disappointed, but anyways, he's got his uses-
She stopped, realizing how that sounded. She was rapidly digging herself a hole.
Ok, not that I mean in THAT way, but like, as a person, I mean, I can't fight my way out of a wet paper bag, so having him around, even if he's crazy...and red...and impulsive-
Donnie stopped.
NOT saying you can't, I think your completely capable, but, one more forcie isn't a bad thing, right? I mean he's got brute force and ignorance going for him, that's gotta count for something, right?
If Donnie could blush, she was. Her foot was firmly implanted in her mouth, all because she wanted to find Dov and slap him silly for his antics. Though, she couldn't blame him, she'd told him to stay on the ship. It was boring on the ship.
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