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Sept 21, 2011 23:21:19 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Sept 21, 2011 23:21:19 GMT -5
{Mmm, not the best :/ but intro posts are like that sometimes, I suppose}
So this is Cato Nemoidia, huh?
Asyr had seen many interesting worlds in the years since his exile from Eshan. Some world were made interesting by the people that filled them; others were interesting in their own right. As the tall Echani strode through one of the quieter alleyways of the city, he supposed this particular world was a bit of both, if not more the latter than the former.
Nemoidians were interesting enough, he supposed, though he wasn't particularly fond of them beyond the fact that Nemoidian ships usually held a rather respectable amount of goodies that were ripe for the stealing. The cities they built though... They were a different story.
Unlike most other cities, which tended to be built quite firmly on the ground, Nemoidian cities were massive constructs that were suspended between giant rock arches. "Bridges," he remembered commenting to a fellow pirate as the Bohemian came in on approach, "they build their damn cities on bridges."
It had been quite a sight to see.
Of course, that had been a few hours ago. He supposed some of the romance was still there, but for the most part, a city was a city once you well and truly got into it. Besides, he had more important things to do than marvel at the fact that an entire core of a civilization was a few engineering errors away from plummeting stars only knew how far to a very unpleasant end.
The Bohemian was in port on a routine stop. They wouldn't be in for long--through the night and for perhaps a part of the next day. He'd helped out as cargo was unloaded, and transactions were made, but that was done for the moment, he found his own duties done and taken care of. That left him with some free time, which he had every intention to put to good use.
What better way to put that free time to use than finding a dive of some sort and scoping out the local female population? Surely they couldn't all be Nemoidians. And if they were, well, he'd just have to enjoy a smoke, a few drinks, and go have another one of his usual romps with Kai once he made it back to the ship.
For the moment though, the plan still was to see who he could find. Step one was finding a bar.
It hadn't been very hard. He moved to one of the less opulent areas of the city, though all of the city seemed to be a place for people with money in their pockets. Expensive bars were nice and all, but Asyr preferred the more down-to-earth places, and the people that frequented them. Besides, he'd grown up wealthy. He'd seen enough opulence for a lifetime, and then some.
Once he got his bearing, he found himself in an area of town that almost looked seedy. Almost. Close enough, he thought with a smirk as he walked along, hands stuffed into his coat pockets.
Eventually, he came to a place that looked promising and stepped inside. A thin haze of smoke hung in the place, which smelled of smoke and alcohol. The dull beat of some song he didn't recognize pumped over the sound system, and the screens plastered around the place showed an array of sporting events or news.
Most importantly of all, there were women, and they weren't all Nemoidian.
Excellent.
He dug around in his coat pocket as he sauntered up to the bar, and produced a cigarra container. It was silver, finely made, and with the crest of some Corellian house etched on its front. He'd stolen it on a raid a while back.
"How can I help you," the barkeep asked, looking up as Asyr came up.
"That's a good question," Asyr answered. He leaned on the bar with a forearm, tapping the case against the corner of it while he thought for a moment. "I do believe I'm feeling whiskey today. I'll start with a shot. Corellian, if you'd be so kind."
As the barkeep went about getting his drink, Asyr pulled out his lighter and a cig, and lit it up. Once it was lit, he puffed on it lightly as he slipped the lighter away again and resumed tapping on the bar's edge with the container.
"Here you go."
"Thanks." Asyr took his shot glass and flicked a credit chit across the bar in return for it. He looked at the glass for a moment, then out at the bar, observing his options, and silently contemplating who he'd seek out first.
Here's to luck, he said in silent toast, and downed the drink.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 21, 2011 23:59:54 GMT -5
Ervisa Therani found herself on Cato Nemoidia for only the second time, stopping off to pick up Force-only-knew what on the seemingly simple courier job she'd been enlisted to carry out. Theoretically it was legal and semi-official. They had paperwork, and they had a legal ship. But they'd been lacking a pilot. In true Ervisa-fashion, the Mirialan pilot had ever-so-subtly inserted herself into the situation and come out of it with a very cushy job. A flight from Coruscant to Cato Nemoidia to Corellia.
She knew the first stop extremely well, the second well enough to get around, and the third was paradise in the galaxy as far as she was concerned. While her tastes in men varied wildly, at the very pinnacle of perfection was the roguish Corellian, with stubble, a cigar, a good sabacc hand, and a glass of whiskey. Guaranteed swoon.
Yes, she figured the chance to visit Corellia in the near future was the galaxy's idea of rewarding her for every single good deed she'd ever done in her 34 years.
Of course in the meantime there were small pleasures to be had while they loaded up whatever cargo was being hauled onto the ship, something she'd never been too keen on asking. Of course that ignorance of cargo had gotten her a twenty year sentence in prison on Rodia for weapons smuggling. But then again, she really should have guessed. The ship had been called The Merchant of Menace.
Ervisa batted at the long braid of raven hair hanging over her left shoulder, like a cat playing with a piece of ribbon. It was fun. That was why she let her hair grow so long, and why she didn't cover it up with headwear like so many of her people seemed to do. She was also the teensiest bit tipsy. She operated best with at least one drink under her belt. She was presently halfway through with her second.
Her liver must have been a heavyweight champ after everything she put it through.
The Mirialan woman stopped playing with her braid long enough to down her drink and stare at the chronometer on the wall. Still another four hours before she needed to head back to the ship she'd flown in on.
The bar itself was filled with smoke, the mingled scent of various types of tabac filling her nose and giving her the compulsive need for a cig. Her eyes locked on a rather hunky Echani man who'd just lit one up at the bar.
She calculated the distances and the obstacles in her way, trying to determine if she wanted to do what she was thinking of doing. The answer was yes, hell yes. It wasn't as if she needed an excuse for being crazy anyway.
A look of resolve appeared on her tattooed face as she made up her mind. She eyed the clear bar, and took a few steps back. Then with a muffled 'yippee' she thrust herself up onto the bar and shoved off from the wall with her powerful legs, with enough force that she slid all the way down on it, rotating onto her side with both hands resting behind the back of her neck. With just the right application of her foot as a brake she slid to a halt directly in front of her target, the Echani man. Her legs were neatly crossed and she looked as pretty as a picture, almost as if she was modeling the latest swimsuit rather than simple khaki pants and a navy blue tank top.
Ervisa reached out and plucked the cigarette from his mouth, placing it into her own and taking a puff.
"Do I know how to make an entrance, or what?"
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Post by Rugs on Sept 22, 2011 12:17:11 GMT -5
The whiskey went down easy, leaving a trail of familiar fire lingering on along his throat in its wake. It was good; nice and strong. Once he found himself a partner, he planned to down a whole hell of a lot more. Whiskey was good. When it was paid for with stolen money or money from stolen goods, it was even better.
Asyr took stock of the bars female population as he looked around the place. Nemoidians aplenty, of course. They were out by virtue of being Nemoidian. The Echani didn't hold anything against them as a people, but he didn't find the females any particular sort of sexy, and that wouldn't do.
He drew in deep from his cigarra and blew smoke, allowing his pale silver-blue eyes to continue wandering.
He spotted a Twi'lek in a close-fitting shirt that flattered her considerable chest and left her flat stomach bare. Possible candidate. A Human-looking woman with blonde hair that was cut boyishly short and had a rather cute look about her. She reminded him of a gal he'd spent a few thrilling nights with on Coruscant with a few years back when he'd been between crews. One of the better flings he'd been in, and that was saying quite a bit. Definitely another one to keep an eye on.
But as he kept looking, another woman caught his eye. She had greenish skin, a tattooed face, and a long braid of raven hair that she was toying with. She also happened to be looking at him. And getting up.
And jumping down the bar.
Before he knew it, she was sliding to a stop in front of him, and as he was starting to draw in through the cigarra again, she plucked it right from his mouth and put it in hers to take a puff of her own.
"Do I know how to make an entrance, or what?"
For a moment, Asyr simply looked at the woman on the bar before him, fingers still close to his mouth where they'd held his cig a few seconds ago. Then he laughed, flicking open the top of his cig case and shutting it with a click as he ran a hand through his snowy hair.
"Looks like it," he answered once his laughter passed. "For all the dives I've been in and ladies I've seen, I don't think I can say I've seen somethin' quite like that before." A boyish grin tugged at the corners of his lips as he looked at her. Up close, she looked very good. Her features were sharp, but they worked for her, and the tattoos added a nice flair. And even though her dress was relatively simple, she knew how to make herself look good, and looked more a model than a woman in her simple clothing. Simply put, he liked what he saw.
"Not that I'm complainin', mind you. Execution on the jump and slide there was fantastic." He made a small motion with his hands, as if her were holding up a score card on a judging panel. "Ten out of ten.
"Though, I was about to take a puff from that..." He said as he reached out and took his cig back. He returned it to his mouth, drew in, blew out a puff of smoke with a satisfied sigh and held it back out for her to take again with a grin. "Don't mind sharin', though. Got plenty to go around."
Once she had the cig again, the case flipped open again, and Asyr soon had another unlit cig in his mouth. He dug around in his coat pocket, produced his lighter, lit the cig up, and all was right with the world.
"So tell me, gorgeous," he went on, cig trailing smoke through the air as he pulled it from his lips to talk, "what's your name? Go by Asyr, m'self."
The barkeep passed by again, not bothering to hide the his bemused look to the green woman that was currently occupying the top of his bar. Asyr caught his attention and raised his glass to get another round of whiskey before glancing down at the woman in front of him with a knowing little smirk.
"And if I were gonna get a drink for you, what type might you want?"
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Sept 22, 2011 15:29:51 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 22, 2011 15:29:51 GMT -5
With a contortion of her body, Ervisa moved herself off of the bar and onto her feet again. In another fluid motion she bowed, as if accepting an imaginary award for her rather impressive feat, and sat on the bar stool immediately next to Asyr. She puffed away on the cigarette she'd liberated. A nice change of pace from the cigars she was used to. But tabac, in all its forms, was an amazing substance. She heartily approved.
She also approved of the term 'gorgeous.' She liked a little flattery, good for the ego. And it was nice to be reminded she had curves. It wasn't as if she dressed especially to show them off, which made it all the more gratifying when she was noticed.
"Mmmm. Gorgeous. I like the sound of that one," She answered quite honestly. "The name is Ervisa. Pilot by trade, crazy lady by choice. And its a pleasure to meet you, oh pale-haired stud-muffin."
She wracked her brain for what she wanted to drink. Brandy? Wine? Beer? Yes, yes, and yes. But the difficulty was picking just one. They were all quite thoroughly delectable, and she had yet to meet an alcoholic beverage she didn't like.
"I'll drink anything you feel like buying handsome."
She took another drag of the cigarette as she took advantage of the swiveling bar stool, rotating in circles and using her feet to keep the movement going as she whistled a tune.
Finally she came to a stop and cocked her head slightly as she stared at the Echani man one more time, eying his physique with a look of admiration. He was taller than she was, and seemed to be a bit younger. He wasn't strictly her ideal type, namely Corellian and unshaven. But her type in general was well-built men. He fit the bill well enough for her interest to be captured. Who knew? Maybe he was also a gambler. Certainly he was a drinker and a smoker, at least two thirds of what she usually looked for.
"So, what's a snowy-haired magnificent specimen like yourself doing in a gin-joint like this?" She asked as she rather blatantly patted his chest with one of her tattooed hands.
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Sept 22, 2011 16:38:51 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Sept 22, 2011 16:38:51 GMT -5
Ervisa, she said her name was. Asyr liked it well enough, though he was more immediately amused by her description of herself. Which was followed by a rather amusing description of himself. Stud-muffin? He chuckled at that and took his whiskey as it was offered back to him. Of course he knew there was truth to it; even with his coat and shirt still on, he cut an impressive figure. Still, it seemed Ervisa had a sense of humor about her, and that was something Asyr rather appreciated.
"Pleasure's mine, m'dear," he answered with a smile, nod, and tip of an imaginary hat.
Next came the answer of what he'd get her to drink. He could almost see her mind working behind her tattooed face as she pondered the question, and took the opportunity to observe her figure a bit more. Yes, the more he looked, the more he decided he liked the way she looked, which was to say her considerable amount of starting points was steadily climbing in the Echani's book.
"Whatever I feel like buying, eh?" With the burden of choice shifted to his capable shoulders, Asyr tapped a finger to his chin and pondered while blowing out little puffs of smoke around his cigarra. "Decisions, decisions..." The problem with alcohol was that so much of it was enjoyable it could get hard to pick just one thing at times. Good problem to have, really. He wished some of the other problems he'd had throughout life could be so enjoyable.
After a moment, he decided on a pitcher of lager and had two glasses set out for them. Taking the pitcher in hand, he poured, first into a glass for her, and then his own as he watched her spin around and around on her chair with a brow lifted in amusement. Guess she wasn't kidding about the crazy lady part, he thought with a quiet laugh. Not necessarily a bad thing, that.
"So, what's a snowy-haired magnificent specimen like yourself doing in a gin-joint like this?"
Asyr felt a something on his chest and glanced down to see that particular something was in fact, one of Ervisa's hands. Another chuckle broke his lips as he blew smoke, and looked at her with a knowing little grin. "Honestly, you wanna feel part of the torso, can't go wrong with the stomach." He wasn't kidding. Not that his chest wasn't impressive--it certainly was, as all of him was. But he took a certain pride in his stomach, and it showed. When he didn't have a shirt on, anyway.
Pity he didn't quite know what this place's limits were; he did enjoy a good stripping game with drinking every now and then. Like he'd had in the bar where he met Kailani. That was just a good night, he mulled with a silent grin.
"As for what I'm doin' here, well... Found myself with a bit of free time, decided to look around for a place where I could have a smoke and see what kinda new abuses I can pile onto my liver. Decided while I was out I'd try to see what kind of enjoyable company I could find, and have myself a good time."
He smirked a bit to himself and drank from his glass. Then he turned his head to look at her, leaving a short trail of smoke from the cig's end. "Would I be right in guessin' you share a few of those reasons for bein' here yourself?"
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Sept 22, 2011 18:07:25 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 22, 2011 18:07:25 GMT -5
"Honestly, you wanna feel part of the torso, can't go wrong with the stomach."
Ervisa chuckled as she moved her hand down to his stomachas suggested, rubbing the firm muscle and raising both eyebrows. She could do laundry on those abs, and was pretty sorely tempted to. That was just the sort of shenanigans she'd pull.
She reached for the glass of beer Asyr had filled for her, picking it up with her left hand, the cigarette still wedged between two fingers. Her right hand was busy after all, patting the Echani's abs.
By the time she'd taken her first sip, her right hand had gone back to her cigarette. The wisp of grey smoke coming from the smoldering tabac joined the general haze in the air, adding to the ambience.
"As for what I'm doin' here, well... Found myself with a bit of free time, decided to look around for a place where I could have a smoke and see what kinda new abuses I can pile onto my liver. Decided while I was out I'd try to see what kind of enjoyable company I could find, and have myself a good time."
She chuckled again, a merry sound like small bells ringing. She was no stranger to abusing the liver. If it had been a person it would have punched her in the face. Lucky for them both livers were just organs. She also understood seeking out enjoyable company. She needed company to live. Companionship of the male variety was especially needed.
Also, she needed an audience for her eccentricity. Being quirky and odd all by herself wasn't fun. Being vivacious was worthless if you were alone. In fact, maybe she was afraid of being alone. But if she was afraid of being alone, she was also afraid of being too close with anyone. She'd already lost the closest person in her life, and she wasn't sure if she wanted anyone to be that close to her ever again.
An unfocused quality came into her grey eyes, not from drink but from her thoughts being turned inward momentarily. She was... afraid of responsibility? She was afraid of getting attached. She'd been hurt badly before by the loss of her Padawan as a Jedi. She didn't want to repeat it.
"Would I be right in guessin' you share a few of those reasons for bein' here yourself?"
Ervisa shook her head a little and brought herself back to the moment.
"You guessed right. Just on a stop-off here while they load cargo and refuel the ship. I'm always up for... a good time." Ervisa smiled impishly as she let her foot wander up Asyr's leg. He could be the perfect distraction.
She took another swig of her beer and another puff of her cigarette, not stopping the not-so-subtle movements of her leg.
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Sept 22, 2011 21:35:10 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Sept 22, 2011 21:35:10 GMT -5
He'd been right. The abs impressed. Always do, he silently crowed to himself. He didn't say anything about it. Oh no, Asyr was quite good at keep a practiced, quiet smugness about him at times like these. But he was pleased that she was pleased. Very pleased. It boded particularly well for if and when she managed to get him out of his shirt; in his extensive experience, women tended to be rather fond of the fact that his stomach was not just split into six, but eight. Then again, they tended to be fond of his body period once things got to that point.
All in good time, Asyr he told himself as he took a deep swing of lager, all in good time.
"You guessed right. Just on a stop-off here while they load cargo and refuel the ship. I'm always up for... a good time."
"Excellent." Whisps of smoke curled from Asyr's lazily mouth as he exhaled and he pulled the cig away, holding it his right hand as he set his elbow on the bartop and looked at Ervisa with a boyish smile. The longer he sat around her, the more he began to realize that she was, and likely would be, quite the treat. Just the kinda gal I like to find. She smoked, drank, and as he little names and the foot presently working its way up his leg showed, didn't have any problems with a bit of flirting. And he'd be a hell of a liar if he couldn't say she was pretty.
Couldn't have found a better partner to waste a bit of time with. And she was much better than Nemoidian.
"Well, gorgeous, you've got some time," he started as he let his left hand fall to the leg she was using to work her foot up his own leg with. He quite liked what he felt. "I've got some time, and we're both looking for and up for a good time. I say we make the most of it. Drink, smoke, make merry, all that good stuff.
"How's about we move to a place where we have a bit more privacy, hm?" He gestured back over his shoulder with his right hand, waving smoke from the cigarra and flinging a small glowing ash that died out before it hit the ground. There were a few booths tucked away in the corner of the bar; while they weren't going to do much to keep peeping eyes out, they were at least a bit more intimate of a setting than up at the bar itself.
Asyr stuck the cigarra back into the corner of his mouth and grinned at her. "Why, I might even let you sit on my knee."
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 22, 2011 23:23:07 GMT -5
"Excellent."
Excellent indeed. As was his boyish grin. Normally she didn't find youth to be a turn-on, she'd have preferred a grizzled and tough older man. But she was hardly 'above' turning down someone younger than she was. Especially not one so physically impressive.
If for no other reason than wanting to see him with his shirt off, she'd arrange for a little one-on-one time. And she'd enjoy it too. It wasn't like her to be standoffish with anyone, so it was hardly a surprise she was mentally undressing him and stroking his leg with her foot.
"Well, gorgeous, you've got some time,"
Ervisa nodded. She did. Four hours to be precise, or more than enough time for what she had in mind. And what he most likely had in mind too. A roll in the hay, a fling, the horizontal hula.
A touch on her leg confirmed he had the same thing in mind. A lop-sided smile appeared on her green face, and a twinkle appeared in her grey eyes. The blue flecks seemed to sparkle brightly with a vivacious desire for life and love.
"I've got some time, and we're both looking for and up for a good time. I say we make the most of it. Drink, smoke, make merry, all that good stuff."
Verbal confirmation. Step one accomplished. They were cleared for takeoff. She did love a willing partner, things were much easier when she didn't have to attempt seduction. Not to say she was bad at it per se, it was just that her methods tended to be direct and quirky. Like her.
"How's about we move to a place where we have a bit more privacy, hm?"
"Sounds like a good idea to me sweetheart." Ervisa sat up off the bar stool and pressed herself up against Asyr's side, one hand patting him on the backside and squeezing firmly but gently.
She definitely wasn't shy. That was quite certain.
Frankly she didn't mind privacy issues. She'd have been perfectly willing to simply take him right there on the bar. However there was a certain decorum, and getting arrested for indecent exposure was probably a bad idea. Especially since there was still an outstanding warrant for her on Rodia.
"Why, I might even let you sit on my knee."
She winked at him as she exhaled a lungful of tabac smoke. "I'd prefer your lap." She remained glued to the Echani man's side all the way across the room and up to the shadowy booths.
As Asyr slid into the new booth, Ervisa playful deposited herself onto his lamp, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a kiss on his lips. It was just a simple peck for now.
She'd let things develop as they developed, and give him opportunity to set the pace in accordance with his comfort zone. If he wanted to go as fast as she did, great. If not? Then he had the chance to play it slow. Just so long as he didn't take more than... A quick glance at the chronometer three hours.
Plenty of time.
"its a hundred for the hour," Ervisa said with a completely straight face. One that lasted approximately ten seconds before she busted out laughing and stifled her amusement long enough for another kiss.
"You should have seen the look on your face..."
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Post by Rugs on Sept 23, 2011 13:18:43 GMT -5
"I'd prefer your lap."
A little cloud of smoke rolled out of Asyr's mouth as he chuckled to himself. He looked at the Mirilian woman and flashed another easy grin, with a mischievous sort of eagerness flashing in his pale silver-blue eyes. "Even better."
This would be good; he could tell already. She was eager, he was eager. All the makings for a truly memorable romp were in place. I'm havin' some awful good luck lately, he thought as he stood up, picking the pitcher and their drinks up, and led on to one of the booths across the way. As Ervisa stayed practically hooked onto his side, he put the arm around her shoulders, pleased with the closeness, and making a note not to spill drink on her. Amusing thought that might have been. Find Miss Kai a few weeks back, and now this one.
Life was good sometimes. Good company made the good times even better. And he'd found good company.
Once they reached the booth, Asyr set their drinks in and slid in to sit. True to her word, Ervisa wasted little time plopping herself down in his lap and putting her arms around his neck with a little peck on the lips.
Asyr relaxed where he sat, hooking his left arm comfortably around Ervisa's slender waist. His right hand came to rest on her thigh as easily as if it'd been there a thousand times before.
Now they were alone, or more alone than they had been at the bar. Still wasn't exactly the best place to get down and dirty, as it were, what with it still being public and all. Not that Asyr particularly minded, but the same likely couldn't be said of the bar's other patrons.
Got some time before we need to worry about that, he told himself as he let his gaze drift over the woman sitting in his lap. A subtle smirk suddenly touched the edge of his mouth. Can always take over a bathroom for a while. Sure the other folks'll be alright.
Ervisa glanced at the clock, then looked back at him. "It's a hundred for the hour."
Asyr grinned stupidly, then chuckled. Almost. The look on her face made the laugh falter before it could even really get going and his snowy brows climb up his forehead.
She had to be kidding.
Right? Right?
Then she started laughing. Asyr just shook his head and took the kiss when she kissed him again.
"You should have seen the look on your face..."
Asyr chuckled softly as he shook his head again. "I'm sure it was somethin' to see. Least you got a kick outta it." It was remarkable, the way that made old memories come up in his mind. Ervisa's prank reminded him of something Osana would've pulled.
Osana...
No. No, he wouldn't think about her. He pushed the sorrow down before it welled all the way up and steered his mind away from thoughts of his lost love. Still, it couldn't stop a quiet sigh from breaking his lips.
"You're crazy, Ervisa," he said with a quiet laugh as he pulled the cigarra from his lips and smothered it out on the ground. With arm still hooked around her waist, he pulled her a little closer, not that there was much closer that she could get. He brushed his lips to hers in another brief kiss and grinned slyly. "Not that I mind."
Now came the question of what to do. It was clear they both had the same goal in mind. They just had to get there. How fast or slow that would take was yet to be determined. Asyr wasn't in a huge rush, but then again, he wasn't in the mood to take all day, either.
"How's about you help me outta this coat, hm?" His eyes flicked to hers as his hand found her long raven braid and toyed with it, lightly flicking it with his fingertips. He supposed he could've managed to get it off himself if he really wanted to.
But having help could be so much more fun.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 23, 2011 15:30:17 GMT -5
Ervisa raised an eyebrow when Asyr sighed. That was hardly the reaction she'd expected from a lover. Was there something more lying below the surface with him? The way something more was under her?
She hid her own regrets and wounds with her quirky mannerisms and general eccentricity. And her vivacious flirtations. It was hardly impossible for other people to do the same.
It was an interesting thought that.
Whatever it was, he seemed to recover quickly enough, as he laughed.
"You're crazy, Ervisa," His lips brushed against hers briefly and she melted into them. But he pulled away from the contact a little sooner than she liked.
"Not that I mind."
She smiled warmly, matching Asyr's grin. That was good. Her particular brand of craziness didn't appeal to everyone, but he seemed to like it. And that was gratifying.
She enjoyed being liked, and basking in the warm glow of attention. It always made her day.
"How's about you help me outta this coat, hm?"
Ervisa didn't need any encouragement. In a maneuver that showed off her impressive flexibility, she moved her hips and slid off Asyr's lap, instead straddling him with her knees resting on the padded seat of the booth as her hands directed the Echani's arms out of his coat sleeves. With him extricated from the long coat, she guided his pale hands to her waist, and pressed up against him.
Her green hands explored under his shirt as her lips met his again. This time it was a long kiss. Her lips wrapped around his, and she allowed her tongue to do a little exploring.
When she came up for air again, her tattooed hands had gone from below the shirt to hold the sides of Asyr's face.
A curious look was in her grey eyes, and the blue flecks showed she had a question on her mind.
"You sighed," she whispered. "Something on your mind lover?"
Somehow she had the impression it wasn't about her. But it was bothering him, and that could bother her. For some reason she couldn't quite place, she felt a bit of a connection. Her serious side was threatening to come out.
It did that from time to time. She found excuses to explain the reason her eyes filled with tears and she seemed down, from allergies to being tired. And she only freely let it happen when she felt close.
There was something she could sense about the man she was on top of. A kindred spirit in ways? It was entirely possible it was her Force abilities acting up, and she could just tell by that intangible quality. Or she was just feeling lonely and reading in something that wasn't there.
For some reason she was hoping he'd open up about it. She could be an excellent listener. But she felt a little strange. He hadn't asked questions about her, not even about the lightsaber hanging from her belt. Yet here she was, asking questions herself.
It made perfect sense in her mind.
"I can be a real good listener honey."
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Post by Rugs on Sept 24, 2011 10:41:00 GMT -5
{Game day here, so I'm in a wee bit of a rush. Sorry if the post turns out not so good, but I want to get something out before I'm gone all day}
Without another word, Ervisa adjusted herself so that she was straddling Asyr and began to take his coat off. A small, subtle smile pulled at the corners of the Echani's lips; he had to admit it was impressive. And more than a little sexy.
Undressing was always more fun when you had a partner that knew what they were doing.
She didn't just stop when he was out of the coat, though. Once his hands were free, she guided them with her own to rest on her waist, and pressed herself against him. Then they kissed.
For real.
The little pecks and teasing kisses were over now. As Asyr returned the kiss in it's entirety, he felt himself relax, felt his body ease up a bit. He hadn't even noticed that he'd been tense, but thinking about Osana did that sometime. But now he could forget. As he kissed her with something beyond simple lust and approaching passion, he forgot Osana and all the pain and heartache she'd left him with all those years ago.
After a while, the kiss finally broke. He'd felt her hands moving around over his body under his shirt, but now they were on his face. Tenderly. His own were still on her waist, though they too had gone beyond her shirt, which was now lifted halfway up her stomach. She was warm and comfortable. He liked that.
"You sighed.
So she'd noticed. Part of him had been really hoping she hadn't.
"Something on your mind lover?"
His pale eyes flickered away from hers. For a moment. Why did she have to ask? Why make him think of things that hurt and give attention to a wound that would never seem to heal?
What could he tell her? Would he tell her? Or would he just brush it away? Say it was nothing and brush the problem aside to be forgotten under a sea of alcohol and sex, as he'd done with his worries ever since his exile from Eshan?
As he looked into those curiously-interesting blue flecked eyes of hers, though, part of him wanted to open up. He wanted to tell her about what was causing him so much pain. But why? He didn't know her, nor did he know if she even cared. He hadn't prodded too much about her, or about the things she carried, or what it was she even did.
So why should he want to tell her? She was nice enough, sexy, and he liked her for her quirky ways. But beyond the honest physical attraction, she was just a distraction like all the rest, right? A fleeting partner to fill the gaping wound in his heart with pleasure that would ultimately be just as fleeting, until he found the next woman to screw.
What made her different, then, to want to make him open up about something he'd never spoken to another soul about?
"I can be a real good listener honey."
He smiled. It was a small, sad smile that pulled gently at his lips, but it was a smile. Still unsure of what to say, he pulled her closer to him and closed his eyes, content with the warmth of her skin beneath his hands.
"You remind me of a gal I used to know," he said after moment of silent considering. He opened his eyes again, putting on that same sad smile as he looked at her. "But that was a long time ago. She's gone now, anyway. It's nothin' to worry yourself over, gorgeous." So there it was. He'd push it aside, and worry about it later.
He leaned forward and warmly kissed her neck for a long moment, as his hands began to smoothly move along under her shirt again.
The zipper at the top of his shirt jingled softly when he finally lifted his head up from his kissing and looked at her again. Now he looked like his normal, lecherous self, sly grin and all. "Sides, it'd just kill the mood. Now you helped me outta my coat." His eye sparkled with mischief as he touched the edge of her top's fabric with his forefingers. "How bout I help you outta somethin'?"
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 24, 2011 15:48:54 GMT -5
"You remind me of a gal I used to know,"
Ervisa nodded understandingly. She'd never had a lost love, but she knew about it from reputation. To be honest, she'd never gotten romantically attached to anyone. These flings were just that, flings. Her own loss had been that of a surrogate little brother. Her student, her responsibility. He'd died on Felucia at the hands of a Dark Jedi, a Dark Jedi she'd defeated. But one who, if she'd been faster, could have prevented from murdering the person she'd cared the most about.
Yes, she could understand that suffering. Even if she didn't know the exact type, she knew what it was like to lose someone you were close to. A look of empathy came into her eyes.
"But that was a long time ago. She's gone now, anyway. It's nothin' to worry yourself over, gorgeous."
"Anything you say sweetheart." She cooed as Asyr's lips found her neck. Her head arched upwards, exposing the length of her neck better to him.
"Sides, it'd just kill the mood. Now you helped me outta my coat... How bout I help you outta somethin'?"
An impish smile appeared on her full lips. That meant 'yes.' She raised her arms up high to better allow him access to remove her navy blue tank top. Exactly the color of the tattoos that ran up the outside of her arms.
They were ornate geometric patterns, overlapping in places as they snaked their way up from the backs of her hands to her shoulders, then her slender neck, and finally her face. They were all for various things. Some to represent victories in combat, others her selection as a Padawan, then her elevation to Knight, her taking of a Padawan, the memory of her Padawan. Others had joined those from her time as a Jedi, marking the construction of her current lightsaber and her escape from a Rodian prison.
"I want you to tear all my clothes off honey," she quipped with a large grin.
To hell with other people. Worst case she'd get kicked out of the bar or referred to the local cops. And if the latter, she had a lightsaber. They didn't. No worries.
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Post by Rugs on Sept 25, 2011 14:39:15 GMT -5
Yes, that was much better. He liked the smile that spread across her tattooed face. He liked the implications that smile carried, just as much as he was sure she did.
She lifted her arms up over her head, and he wasted little time. With a steady sureness, he held the fabric of her tank top between in his fingers and pulled up and off of her. A slyly devilish grin found his lips as he brought the shirt and tossed it easily aside.
"Lookin' good there, gorgeous." It wasn't just flattery. Beauty was in the eye of the beholder, as the old saying went, and in Asyr's eyes, Ervisa was truly quite the looker. Delicious curves, smooth skin, and she looked to be in rather good shape. Certainly very easy on the eyes. As his eyes wandered and he looked over her, he didn't bother trying hide the fact that he was doing so; it wasn't like she'd mind anyway. Or that she could rightly expect him not to after pulling her shirt off.
Besides, scolding a man for looking at this point in the game would just be cruel.
"Very good," he added with a pleased chuckle.
As he looked, he noticed the dark blue tattoos that scrawled up along her arms. Actually noticed them, rather than simply seeing them. He titled his head slightly and lightly trailed a finger along one of them, and in his mind, he wondered if there was any meaning behind them. Though his own pale skin was bare of any markings save the occasional light scar, he knew some people and cultures had meaning behind markings. And others just liked them.
But that wasn't something for now. Perhaps he'd ask once they'd finished their romping and frolicking. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed the top of her chest. It was warm, but light, and as much as he wanted to let it linger, he didn't. For now it was a tease, though as he thought of working his way lower, he wasn't sure which one of them he was teasing more...
Anticipation was a biznitch sometimes.
"I want you to tear all my clothes off honey."
Asyr chuckled a warm, throaty chuckle. "That so?" he asked as he looked up at her with a smirk. "Well, my hands are a bit occupied at the moment--you feel good, y'know--but, I think that could be arranged. I have a few knives on me." It was his turn to smile impishly, and the smile grew a touch larger when a certain thought crossed his mind. "Or I could use my teeth..." It wasn't entirely a joke.
"But before we get there, think it's my turn to lose somethin', darlin'." He chuckled softly as he lifted one of his hands from her. With an easy motion, he took one of her tattooed hands in it and guided it to the zipper at the top of his shirt and let it go. He was sure she was more than capable of handling the rest without further instruction.
To put things very mildly, Asyr was enjoying himself. This particular bar had been a wise choice, and Ervisa was proving so far to be a fantastic partner. It boded well for the eventual love-making. In fact, Asyr was so enjoying himself that he didn't even notice the barkeep shooting them looks from across the room.
Apparently, stripping in public had a way of catching people's eyes...
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 25, 2011 19:47:11 GMT -5
The Mirialan pilot gyrated her hips as her lover for the next hour or so kissed her body. It was a reflexive action, something automatic to her. She loved the feel of his lips on her smooth skin. It was reassuring, and comforting. And it felt great to be sexy, to have interest shown in her.
Plus, it was just damned fun anyway.
Ervisa paused with Asyr's shirt half removed, noticing the bartender was staring. She waved a hand at him and winked, a lop-sided smile on her face. Then she diverted her full attention to the Echani man underneath her once again.
She didn't mind a little attention. In fact, she liked it. If people wanted to watch she had no objection. An audience was nice from time to time; it played to her exhibitionist streak. And there was always a certain special thrill to getting intimate in public rather than in private. Frankly she would have taken him right there on the table if she thought she could get away with it.
She couldn't of course. If a couple people tried the horizontal hula on a table in front of a staring crowd it was extremely likely the police would show up. That limited them to a bit of foreplay. But she was going to enjoy that foreplay.
His shirt was off in seconds, joining her own on the table of the booth. With his muscular torso exposed, immediately her hands went to work on him. She stroked the defined and toned muscles with the utmost care.
"Its like you're carved from marble, except I've never wanted to bang a statue before. Well, except that one time... But it was a really lifelike statue."
And then her hands went a little lower as she waggled her eyebrows suggestively, feeling their way around below his waistline. The blue flecks in her grey eyes sent a very explicit message. She wanted him, and she wanted him now. They darted from him to the bathroom in the back, which she gave a slight nod to.
"You, me, in there, now?" Ervisa practically purred the select few words, the slight raise in her intonation signifying it was a question rather than a command. It also had a rather endearing quality.
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Post by Rugs on Sept 27, 2011 12:04:19 GMT -5
He couldn't help but grin as the Mirilian woman easily opened up his shirt. Or started to. Partway through, she stopped and looked over across the bar. Attention captured, Asyr did the same, and noticed for the first time that they were being watched. He laughed and smirked as Ervisa gave the audience a wave and got back to business.
Truth be told, he wasn't out of his comfort zone yet. Back on Coruscant, he'd stripped down to his waist smack in the middle of a pub when he'd beat out Shine in the contest to see who could woo Kailani into spending the night with them. Of course, the stripping had been part of a game and dictated by rolls of the dice, but he'd done it all the same. And likely would have gone farther if an interruption hadn't turned into a brawl with some ne'er-do-wells. It had been a fun night. The fact that his little fling with Kai was still going strong only made things better.
Of course, things were different here. Besides, both he and Ervisa knew what the end game was, and while he had no shame in his body or prowess in certain indecent acts, societal decorum still had to be considered.
The short of it was that as much as fun as it all was, they'd have to move elsewhere before things got too ribald, lest they run into problems.
Oh well, he thought, smirking with smug satisfaction as Ervisa inspected his hard, lean body with her hands, not like it's that big an issue.
"It's like you're carved from marble, except I've never wanted to bang a statue before. Well, except that one time... But it was a really lifelike statue."
Any number of crude jokes relating to statues and hardness ran through the Echani's mind at that point, but he decided to keep them down. For now. Maybe some would surface once they were away from prying eyes and ears. Instead he simply chuckled and grinned a bit. It wasn't the first time he'd heard that particular compliment; he doubted it would be the last.
"Really now," he said, addressing the last part of her statement in particular with a joking, playful twist to his voice. "And how did that turn out?"
Her hands soon found their way to his waist, and he didn't need the message in her look to know what she was thinking--he was thinking the same thing. The time was now.
"Yes," he answered simply, eagerly, leaning forward in his seat. "Let's go, before the locals start getting jealous of us beautiful people." With a wink and a wry grin, he scooped her up as he stood and carried her off to the bathroom.
He made sure to lock the door behind him.
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Sometime later, the lock on the door clicked and it slid open. A rather satisfied Asyr emerged, with his shirt zipped partway up his chest as he finished buckling his belt and slipping one of his pistols back into the holster. His hair was a bit disheveled, but he didn't mind at all.
It took quite an effort not to laugh at some of the looks the other patrons were shooting in his general direction.
"Well, Miss Ervisa, that was a damn good time," he said, still grinning wryly as he led the way back toward the booth they'd occupied so he could retrieve his coat. "Now I just need a good smoke..."
Asyr paused then, in the middle of the bar with a look of thoughtful consideration suddenly on his face. He didn't just want one of the cigarras that was in his coat. He wanted a cigar. There were a few back among his thing on the Bohemian, but it was quite a ways away. Fortunately, something else came to mind.
"Tell you what," he turned to look at her, "I'm feelin' the need for a little more than my cigarras. Passed a cigar shop on the way over here, though. Just a few buildings down." The smile he flashed should have told her everything she needed to know.
"I'm buyin'."
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 27, 2011 16:03:48 GMT -5
Ervisa reappeared from the bathroom a few seconds after Asyr, pulling her shirt down over her chest again. She'd had fun. From the very moment he'd picked her up and hauled her into the bathroom, she'd known it was going to be great. True to her prediction, it was. Her needs were met quite well.
As she tied the drop-leg band of her holster around her hip, she grinned broadly. It was a low-slung gunbelt, black leather. Sturdy, but simple. On her right hip was her blaster pistol, and on her left side dangled her lightsaber. It was a cross-draw affair for the Jedi weapon.
With her attire properly arranged, she raised both arms and flashed a v-for victory sign with each hand while loudly proclaiming the obvious. "I have made love to a man!"
"Well, Miss Ervisa, that was a damn good time,"
She nodded her head. It had been.
"Now I just need a good smoke..."
"You and me both Mr. Asyr," The Mirialan said with a perfectly straight face in a very businesslike tone. Ervisa's hand immediately reached down to her right cargo pocket at the mention of smokes. It was the location she normally kept one or two cigars. Regrettably her hand brushed nothing but the muscle of her leg. She must have smoked the two she'd had in the pocket.
Didn't matter though, she had more in her duffle. She picked it up off the floor of the booth as her Echani lover recovered his jacket.
"Tell you what, I'm feelin' the need for a little more than my cigarras. Passed a cigar shop on the way over here, though. Just a few buildings down. I'm buyin'."
Ervisa rummaged through her duffle, and pulled out two boxes. The first was about a third of the way full of cigars, and the other was brimming with credits. Financially, she was sitting pretty for a while. But she could use more cigars.
"I 'spose I could use a few more cigars. And anywhere with you sounds great, you know how to show a girl a good time. I like that." She let her fingers trail across his fair face again, letting the green of her own skin contrast with the pale of his.
"If we ever cross paths with a little more free time, I'll have to cook something up for you. You should try the braised tauntaun. Its delicious. If you cover your nose."
She slung the duffle over shoulder and leisurely walked to the doorway of the bar, pausing in it to survey the smokey interior one more time. You never quite knew what kind of experience you'd have in a bar. This one had been fantastic.
Ervisa stepped outside into the humid air, sliding an arm into Asyr's. They made quite the picture together. Both rather independent, both obviously fringers, and both strolling down the street arm-in-arm like any couple across the galaxy.
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Post by Rugs on Sept 29, 2011 23:15:05 GMT -5
{Alright, considering the length post I just dropped over in the duel thread, this'll probably be on the short side}
Once they reached the booth, Asyr leaned down and scooped up his long red coat, which had been laying right where they left it. After taking a moment to make sure some of his knives were still there--and they were--he slipped into it.
As he was straightening his collar, Ervisa produced a pair of boxes from her duffel bag. One had a few cigars in it, the other was full of credits. Asyr's snowy brows lifted. "I'm impressed." He wasn't kidding.
For a moment, he almost considered waving off the whole trip to the cigar shop. Clearly she had some, and he doubted she'd mind sharing. But that wouldn't do. For all his faults, the Echani did try not to renege on things like that. Especially not with a partner like Ervisa. Call it a hint of gentlemanliness, call it a holdover from his noble upbringing, or even common courtesy. It just was something he tried not to do.
With friends, anyway. Adversaries were a different matter. But Asyr didn't really have many of those.
"I do try," he answered her first statement with a little laugh. To the second he smiled and noded, giving a hearty 'aye.'
"I'll keep that in mind." He chuckled to himself as he turned and headed out of the bar with her at his side. "If luck's kind, maybe we will cross paths again." Luck had been something of a two-headed beast for Asyr throughout his life. He didn't feel that was worth mentioning at the moment.
As they walked along, he gladly let Ervisa hook her arm through his and leisurely strolled along down the street with her. Occasionally he got the proper view to see out to the edge of the city and the drop that awaited beyond it. It was still at once both breathtaking and a little scary.
His attention quickly drifted back to the woman walking with him, though. He liked Ervisa well enough, though he realized he didn't know much about her. Now seemed about as good a time as any.
"So, Ervisa," he said causally as they walked, "tell me a bit about yourself. Where are you from?" Asyr paused a moment, and smiled with a soft chuckle. "Or I can start with telling you a bit more 'bout me, if you like."
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 30, 2011 17:23:07 GMT -5
"Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies." Ervisa smiled coquettishly up at Asyr. But something in her eyes changed a little while she looked at him. It was conflict. She was always happy-go-lucky, quirky and eccentric. But that didn't mean she was without a serious side. It was that side that was trying to emerge from her eyes.
The blue seemed to sparkle less brightly, and the placid grey became dominant. The sure sign being serious had won out. She reached up and kissed him softly on the cheek.
"For you I'll make an exception." For once her voice was free of that playful quality that made her so exceptionally charming. She sounded tired, as if reality was a burden, and being serious somehow yielded to it.
"I was born on Mirial, and when I was just a baby I was taken in by the Jedi Order. They took me to Coruscant, and I grew up there, cloistered away behind the walls of the Jedi Temple. I was a good Jedi, and they made me a Knight. Then I left, and now I'm what you see here." Her voice was soft throughout the rather brief explanation, a sign she wasn't especially comfortable talking about it.
She clung a little tighter to his side, leaning her head up against his muscular shoulder. The Mirialan ex-Jedi cleared her throat and then looked up at the Echani again. Her eyes were still a little distant, but better than before.
She squeezed his hand, which she had taken a hold of just after saying her part. "Now, how 'bout you?"
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Post by Rugs on Sept 30, 2011 23:07:55 GMT -5
As an Echani, it wasn't hard for Asyr to read people. It wasn't something he flaunted, save for when he was fighting sometimes, but he could--and often did--do it. The old saying about actions speaking louder than words was most definitely true, after all. The language of the body spoke volumes and laid them out.
All one had to do was know how to look.
Ervisa's demeanor changed at his question. There was something it sparked, a kind of struggle or doubt in her. Asyr understood. He knew all too well what it was like to want to avoid looking back; he knew how painful the past could be.
She told him, though.
When she leaned up to kiss him, he returned the favor, dipping his head down to lightly kiss the side of her forehead. A soft "Thank you" was all the answer he gave.
And then he listened.
Her explanation was brief, but he could understand that. Still, it provided some answers. A Jedi? His eyes fell to the metal cylinder that hung on her hip. I guess that explains that.
As she leaned in against him, he slowed his pace slightly so that they could walk more comfortably. He let her take his hand, and gave a comforting squeeze after she finished speaking.
"Me? Well there's a lot to tell and there isn't." He glanced down the street. They were almost to the cigar shop. "Short of it is that I'm from Eshan. Lived there for most of my youth. When I was eighteen I had to leave." A quiet sigh broke his lips at that. Would he tell her? He'd told a few people his story, about his exile. Some details were conveniently overlooked, but he could still tell enough to give a picture of what his early adult life had been like.
Either way, they were almost to the shop, and if they were going to buy, it would have to wait for a few moments. "Well, here we are," said he as they approached the doors. "Let's get the shoppin' outta the way and find us a nice place to sit and I'll tell you a bit of my story." He looked down at her. His powdery eyes were soft and caring, and the smile on his face was kind. "Sound good?"
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 1, 2011 1:49:37 GMT -5
"Me? Well there's a lot to tell and there isn't... Short of it is that I'm from Eshan. Lived there for most of my youth. When I was eighteen I had to leave."
"What, did ya knock up the Grand Poobah's daughter or something?" Ervisa chortled a little, the spark finding its way back into her eyes. Mercifully he hadn't probed with more questions, namely why she'd left the Order. That response would require admitting out loud that Bola, her Padawan, was dead. She still hadn't come to terms with that loss, and she doubted she ever would. It was better to simply not discuss it, and to try not to think of him. That was hardly a fitting way to remember him, but what could she do?
She'd just try to be happy. Simple enough.
"Let's get the shoppin' outta the way and find us a nice place to sit and I'll tell you a bit of my story... Sound good?"
"Sounds good." Ervisa confirmed, then nodded as she pushed through the door of the cigar shop. Almost immediately the aroma of tabac filled her nose. She could feel her mouth water a little at it. Truly a magical substance.
Immediately she glued herself to a glass display case, staring at the beautifully wrapped cigars inside it. Totally out of her budget, but impressive none the less. She decided it would probably be best to keep her eyes focused on what she could afford. Or better yet...
"My good man!" The Mirialan woman flagged down the worker behind the counter. "What do you have that's spicy and robust for someone on a budget?"
"Well..." The proprietor went on about what sorts of cigars he carried, and his own preferences for several minutes. He was clearly the sort of man who loved to talk, which suited her just fine. She already knew cigars were like magic wrapped in more magic, but having a third party confirm that was the case always felt good.
After a short dialogue over the merits of a cigar cutter as opposed to teeth, Ervisa had a case of Tarisian cigars tucked under her arm, and a hand hovering near the credits in her pocket.
"Asyr, you sure you want to pay for all this?"
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