Shattering the Fourth Wall

[The Conman]

Donnie had been silently giggling her face off throughout the whole situation. She'd heard the "handlebars" comment, and was precariously close to laughing out loud at his innocence.

Var was probably the last person she'd think would be a good idea to hit on. She'd left Conman with her for giggles. He wasn't about to do what Xell did, however. Donnie was still trying to supress a grin, and downed her shot, ordering another. She spun around, putting her elbows onto the bar, her back to it.

"So, are you wearing a dress from space? Because your ass is out of this world girl."

Donnie grinned and groaned.

Four outta ten, lemor, maybe fiive...

Donnie cocked her head when she noticed the Togruta blushing, and heard her comment.

I'be back, gon'go zave da' kid from his self.

Donnie downed her drink and put the glass on the bar, shooting Lmr a smirk before walking over to Sherasti and Xell, making sure she swayed her hips more than usual on the first few steps.

Gotta give 'em a show...

After a couple of seconds, she closed in on the pair, with a plan. She'd show Xell, using Sherasti as a prop.

Donnie gave her a once over as she approached from behind. The view wasn't anything to complain about, and she had decent "handlebars"...Donnie admitted that much to herself. She was trying to keep her mind out of the gutter, however.

As she approached, she gently took each of the Togruta's leeku in her hands, and raised them up like "handlebars".

Ow, Xzell, eef you' massar be so kin' tah bendover, Is pre'sure cha geda idea.

She said with a devilish grin, before leaning forwards to whisper in her ear.

Or, choo coul' be behin' me, eef choo wanna be da ridar...

She whispered to the Togruta.

Donnie was pretty sure the worst she'd do would be tell her to let go, it was just a bit of harmless flirting.

[ninjabot]

Xell fell to his rear and breathed in and out heavily. He narrowly avoided that one.

Wait, did she just say Sith?

Ninjabot walked over to Xell and extended a hand to help him up. "Dude. Go talk to your Master. She'll explain why you can't go around talking about handlebars. Also, I'm not even force sensitive and I could tell she was a Sith. Alittle less gawking at bewbs and alittle more focus, yeah?"

Xell whiped his nose again as Ninjabot helped him up. "Yeah... yeah, I guess you're right."

At that point he noticed a rather comely vixen approaching him. There was an allure about her that looked practiced rather than natural. As if she was seeking the kind of attention Sherasti (and Var) attempted to avoid. And it worked, as Xell shoved Ninjabot aside to pay attention to any and everything she had to say.

Or atleast to pretend to pay attention while oggling her goodies.

"B-b-bend over? Why would you need her to bend over?" Xell looked over to his master, his head tilted in confusion. "Don't ruin this for me. Don't you dare. You shut your awkward nerd-ass mouth right now. Shut it up. Shut it!" whispered Ninjabot as he leaned behind Xell's right ear, his eyes fixated on Sherasti and Donnie.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Sherasti's violet eyes widened considerably and the markings on her lekku went a sky-blue even as her cheeks went orange. She was blushing.

She simply stood there with her two front lekku being grasped, dumbstruck with her mouth hanging open and a quizzical expression on her face.

After a very long and awkward moment she politely batted away the Twi'lek's hands and did her best to speak in as calm a manner as she could.

"Thank you for the, er, demonstration. I would have preferred to simply explain it to my Padawan in private though. You can let go of me now."

Oh boy, now Xell is going to be having dreams for weeks...

---

Var laughed heartily at Donnie's antics. It wasn't that she found the sexual humor entertaining, it was that she loved seeing that stuck up Togruta b*tch get taken down a notch.

"Oh how the mighty have fallen," She commented drily to no one in particular.

---

Lemur chortled merrily. "God I love that girl."

---

At that moment another quiet laugh announced a newcomer to the scene.

She was a Mirialan who had seemingly appeared out of thin air, dressed in attire that stuck out just about as much as Sin's. Khaki pants covered in pockets, slightly scuffed black boots, a gun belt, and a navy blue tank top that showed off a good deal. Her skin was covered in tattoos, and her hair was a long black braid hanging down her back.

She was a little better-endowed than Var, and a little less curvy than Sherasti. But she had a coquettish charm to her that made everything seem... more. And more was visible with her as well.

One of her hands rested on a dufflebag dangling from her shoulder, and the other held a black leather jacket hanging over her arm. She dumped them both into a corner and walked over to the main group.

"Am I interrupting something?" She asked, her voice sounding perfectly casual and relaxed. Her accent was rich and distinct without being overpowering, one the humans would describe as French.

[Othorious]

Sin instantly noticed the new female that had arrived, and he felt like he had suddenly died and gone to awesome heaven, or epic hell, which ever was better. He quickly strolled over to the newcomer, and calmly said, Not at all my dear... in fact I think you made this room much brighter He smiled slightly as he stode next to the girl, this one he liked, she reminded him of...well himself, if he were born a female. Might if I show you...around? I'm sure you'll find me as an excellent host for the evening He held out his hand, hoping she would take his and he would begin the magical journey through the Hotel.

MEANWHILE D<

Doviculous had become bored with the others, and hovered over to where Var had sulked off to. So... eventful evening, still, I think you should've killed that dumbass He ordered the bartender to just hand over a bottle of Vodka, and began to take swigs from it. Once again Devaronians had two livers, so he could hold much more alcohol than normal people. I just hope by this day's end someone ends up maimed or dead... that guy with the beard might be one of them He motioned towards lmr, for some reason Doviculous didn't really like him that much.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Ervisa Therani laughed a little at Sin's mannerisms toward her. It was amusing. He was too young for her tastes, but he was still kind of cute in a way.

"Delighted. I'd love your company. My name is Ervisa Therani by the way." She placed her hand in his and gave a rather hammed-up curtsy with a smile on her green face.

She glanced around at the others before looking back to Sin. "Do I have to check my blaster somewhere around here?"

---

Var scoffed as she finished the gin and tonic she'd ordered.

"I probably should have killed him. But I made the mistake of getting too close. He had a lightsaber right up against my ribs. I shoved him away, but if he'd been a little less restrained I probably wouldn't be drinking with you right now."

She glanced over to the bearded guy Dov didn't like, only paying something more than casual attention to him for the first time. "Couldn't care less about him. Looks like a typical human and only seems concerned with getting into Donnie's pants. Which shouldn't be too hard."

She slammed back the rest of her drink and ordered another one.

[Othorious]

Sin smiled, and led her into the main lobby of the hotel, Such a lovely hotel, I bet it has a nice suite...He mumbled to himself before answering Ervisa's question, Uhmmm, Uhhhh Weellllllll, I don't know...just keep it hidden and you'll be fine... Sin walked her through the expansive main lobby, and up ahead awaited the escelators, which he and Ervisa took to get to the second floor. Sooo.... Like the hotel? Sin wasn't much of a conversation guy anyways, and the fact that he was talking to a hot ass made it a bit more awkward for him. He'd manage though, at least it wasn't Donnie, that chick was insanely hot, I mean, unrealistically hot. He shook his head, he couldn't let those thoughts cloud his mind and whatnot. Hehe, he sounded like a Jedi thinking about a clouded mind.

MEANWHILE D<

Doviculous chuckled, Yeah Yeah...Donnies....well...Donnie, she'll do it with anyone I guess, perhaps even you? He elbowed her jokingly, but when she shot him a overkilled venomous glare, his smile turned into a frown. Cmon, it was a joke He chuckled slightly and turned back to look at the crowd in the lobby, taking another swig of the vodka. Still, theres something about him I don't like...I think in a few minute's I'll crush his skull in like it was a grape in a trash compactor He took another swig of his Vodka before turning to Var to see if she had any comment on that.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Ervisa raised her eyebrow. It was kind of hard to conceal a large blaster holstered on her hip, and it wasn't exactly subtle. Neither was the lightsaber though. And he didn't seem to notice it.

She didn't mind where his attentions strayed though. It was nice to be outside the Jedi Order and not have those limitations. And she was a bit of an exhibitionist at times.

"The hotel? Well, its a building. A large building, with a few escalators and some rooms."

She stared dead-pan at him for a few long seconds before delivering something more along the lines of an opinion.

"Nice hotel, I've seen a few better and I've seen a lot worse. Its all the same to me though. I've never paid for anywhere to sleep before in my life. And I don't plan to."

---

Var stared into her drink, which tasted much better than the last one.

"Go ahead. Its not like I care. But be prepared for those Jedi to meddle. They adore protecting non-force users for some reason."

[The Conman]

The Conman, who'd decided to be silent as the antics unfolded was greatly amused by Donnie's antics. He'd not expected her to be so, upfront, so quickly with the Togruta, but he couldn't blame her. She didn't offer any resistance when Sherasti brushed her hands away from her leeku, but from the blushing and facial expression, one would almost think she liked it. The Conman shook his head, clearing his thoughts.

Donnie stood there, for a moment, then decided to walk over to Conman. He leaned up against a post, and crossed his arms. Donnie stopped.

Wat.

She said with a crooked smirk.

Donnie...I could have told you that she's not the one to be going after. I mean, c'mon...a Jedi? Really?

He said sarcastically.

I thought I taught you better than that...

He continued with a grin.

I jus' wanna reaktion, Chez a square dough.

Donnie said, moving to The Conman's side, who was watching Sherasti through his sunglasses. Donnie was being far less subtle.

Lookar' dough, eh? Betcha che' ga zome nize legz...froda ba' I wannit komplain'

Donnie said, bluntly.

Yeah, 'tis a tragedy though, I do say. If there is a god, godess, or gods, plural or singular, they have a sense of humor. All that ass...on a Jedi...

He mused. Donnie took his martini and downed it. He glanced at his hand, then to the bottom of his glass in front of Donnie's face.

Iz Na' fair...

Not at all...

Zomebady chould ge' 'er tah loozen up...

I agree, but so far you and var have failed...

Guez she izn't inta Twi'leks

Must be it.

Yep.

Mhmm Hmm...

Donnie cocked her head for a moment, then looked over at The Conman. Then motioned with her head towards Xell.

No.

Yah.

Just no.

C'man...Iz ees firz time..

Doneeda...

Conmannn...

She said looking at him with a wicked grin.

Da' Ki likes da Handlebarz...why nah ma' ees nigh'?

The Conman grabbed another two martinis off a water who was walking by, and immediately downed one.

Donnie, you'll kill him, and it'll complic-

The Conman was interrupted by Donnie stepping in front of him, and pulling him into a kiss...and stealing his Martini...again. After a second or so, she let him go, held the martini out behind her, and simply gave him a Devilish grin and headed off towards Sherasti and Xell, downing the martini along the way and depositing the glass on a nearby table.

Shit.

The Conman said, heading off towards Var and Dov, after seeing Dov with a bottle of Vodka, he figured the man had the right idea. It took him a few seconds to close the distance. He sat down beside Var, his back to the bar, leaned back and ordered a 3 shots called " Polar Bears ".

Upon arrival, he raised his towards the pair, and downed it. Then leaned back, and thought for a moment.

So. Donnie's gonna frak Xell.

MEANWHILE

Donnie floated over to Xell, she wasn't trying to be sexy or seductive. Not with this one. He was so...un educated, that her mere presence would be enough to keep his attention. Even from his master.

She came up beside him, and put her arm around him. Donnie was pleased with herself. If he looked to his right, all he'd see was the Twi'lek's right boob. To add fuel to the fire, she was letting her left leeku play with the back of his hair and neck.

So, Xzell, eez eet?...How old' choo?

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Var looked like she'd just bitten into a lemon. The idea of Donnie pursuing the human who'd grabbed her so rudely? She shuddered visibly before downing the rest of her drink in an attempt to banish the thought from her head.

"That proves it. Her taste in men is abysmal."

She looked to Dov at her side. "No offense. Wait, yes offense. Some offense intended."

The Twi'lek Sith shook her head from side to side disapprovingly and stared at Donnie as if she was some idiot little sister always touching a hot stove or running with sharp objects.

---

Sherasti could sense exactly where Doneeda was going with her overtures. And with the Twilek's figure and seductive abilities the human Padawan wouldn't stand a chance without her intervention.

She sent a message to Xell telepathically.

Stay strong, don't look at her. Pretend she isn't there.

[ninjabot]

"So, Xzell, eez eet?... How old choo?"

Xell shuddered from the sudden warmth against his body, and turned to see who was embracing him, only to see a mammoth mammarie in his midst. He stared, but attempted to reply; Donnie's lekku making his ticklish neck tense up and hendering said attempts.

"I um..."

His voice cracked and rose to a glass shattering pitch.

"I'm uh... 18?" he said as if wording it as a question. He cleared his throat and repeated it in a less embarrasing tone. "Ahem... I'm 18."

Xell wanted to look back to Sherasti and make sure she wasn't aware of what was going on... but for some reason he couldn't. Even with the offensive smell of booze wafting over him he couldn't avert his gaze.

"mm... a jed-jedi. I'm a jedi. Padi...pada..."

Atleast he was trying to fight his baser urges. So when he gave into them no one could blame him. Still, Miss Goody Goody Sherasti tried to stop his fun.

Stay strong. Don't look at her. Pretend she isn't there.

Easy for you to say master... LOOK at her!

Could it be that Xell had found a female who's beauty surpassed that of the crimson amazon? And if so, how would Sherasti take it?

She's probably the hottest twi'lek I've ever seen... broadcast Xell via telepathy. Hopefully no other twi'lek with telepathy was spying on his mental conversation. No overtly violent ones atleast.

[The Conman]

Donnie internally chuckled. It was obvious he'd not had much time around girls. Much less with one this close. It was cute. She was dead set on getting this done, mostly for his master's benifit.

Though his master probably wouldn't see it that way, she was doing her a favor. From his shyness, Donnie figured he was probably pretty inexperienced. Also, he was getting to the age where "handlebars" would be the least of Sherasti's worries.

Donnie smirked at his comments. She'd made an impression, that was for sure.

Zo, choo'a padiwa'. Whazza' mea'? Izz che yo teacha?

Donnie asked, straighting up some , but still keeping her arm around Xell, nodding to Sherasti.

Or wou' da teacha le'da exper' andle dis lesson?

She more said than asked Sherasti.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

"It means," Sherasti said in a more pointed tone than Xell had ever seen her use before, "that he has made a serious commitment to the Jedi Order. One not easily broken. And yes, I am his master. And that means it is my responsibility to make sure he stays strong and loyal to the principles of our Order. There will be no 'lessons' of the kind you're thinking about, not now and not ever."

She directed her thoughts toward Xell. Remember your training Xell. You are a Jedi. There is no emotion, there is peace.

Her face was taught and she was frowning, the facial expression magnified thanks to the contrast between her whitish lips and red skin. She wasn't 'emotional' per se, but she was seriously troubled. And uncomfortable.

---

As uncomfortable as Sherasti was, Var was now exceedingly comfortable. She had a third gin and tonic in hand and a smugly amused expression on her face. "Whatever she's doing is starting to piss off that Jedi. I love it."

She frowned too, noticing they were communicating telepathically with some kind of bond. The kind she had with her own master. "Well that ruins the fun..."

[ninjabot]

Xell stuttered to explain the excentricities of being a Padawan, however little more than gibberish escaped his lips. Sherasti seemed to be becoming more and more perturbed though. The Togrutan told off Donnie with the ferocity of a woman scorned. Chants of "Jer-ry! Jer-ry!" could be heard throughout the resort. No one touches her man.

Not really. It was likely Xell's imagination. No, it was Xell's imagination.

After her outburst Xell shook his head and seemed to be broken out of Donnie's trance.

Not now, not ever?

Remember your training Xell. You are a Jedi. There is no emotion, there is only peace.

There is no emotion, master. It's too carnal to be considered emotion atleast. I mean when thimiar rutt in the wilderness there's not alot of emotion involved in it is there? I'd say that's a very, very flexible loophole there, wouldn't you?

It was then that Xell saw his master's face. It sent a shiver down his spine. Maybe he was pushing it...

"I'm sorry... I think I should be going now..." said Xell to Donnie... though he made no movements. At all.

[The Conman]

Donnie looked from Xell to Sherasti, then back to Xell. In her entire life, she could count the number of times she'd been shot down on one hand. Without using her thumb. This definitely wasn't something she was used too.

Doneeda could, however, realize when it was a lost cause. Though Xell didn't move, she was pretty sure Sherasti's influence had stopped him from doing what he wanted. It was a shame, Xell deserved some fun...

The Twi'lek shrugged, leaned over, and pecked the Padiwan on the cheek, then turned around, back to Sherasti, and side on to Xell.

Ve'll meed aga' Xell...'opefully when you'z free o' mawm.

She said, gesturing over her shoulder, and walking back towards Var and The Conman.

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MEANWHILE.

The Conman had turned around at the bar and was ignoring Doneeda's antics. He didn't approve of her doing what it was she was doing. He heard Var's occasional laughter, which was not a good sign.

He remained silent. He turned around, in time to see Doneeda conversing with Xell, then sauntering over.

So?

He said.

Shaddup...I ne'a drin'...stoopid Jedi...

Heh...Shotcha down, eh?

hehehe shocha dow'eh...moda'solas

She said mockingly to Conman.

Donnie, I don't know-

Donnit maddar...

Cha kno, I seriouz kan' cound how many timez Iz been shadown on one han...Iz no'even kiddan.

She paused, downing a drink, motioning for annother.

Bah-no, da Jedi...Iz sure o'eet...chee do'somethin' do heem....

The Conman put his hand on her shoulder.

Well, there's a first time for everything, better late than never.

He looked over at Var, hoping for her input on this. It wasn't often Donnie's ass got shot down, so he was going to milk this for all it was worth.

Right, Var?

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Sherasti let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. She placed a reassuring hand on Xell's shoulder.

"Well done Padawan. Well done."

The tension in her shoulders dissipated and her face showed her relief. "Actually, I think I need a drink now."

---

Var grinned in a way none of the others had ever seen her grin before. In fact, they'd only ever seen her smile thinly. "De-nied. Re-jected. Down goes Donnie."

The Twi'lek Sith slammed back her third drink and hiccuped. "I think I'm getting the hand of this drinking thing. Bartender, keep them coming."