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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 24, 2011 1:15:17 GMT -5
Var stared incredulously at Donnie, jaw hanging open, as the other Twi'lek propositioned her sexually in what the Sith seriously hoped was a joke. If Donnie had been anyone else she would have gotten a fist to the teeth or worse. But the other Twi'lek seemed to gracefully find a way around Var's worst reactions.
Which wasn't to say her proposal was met with any sort of enthusiasm. It was met with a blank stare that resolved itself into a scowl at the mention of Doviculous.
Var didn't even make the sort of caustic and grating quip about Donnie's sex life that she could have. Her ire was focused on the Devaronian.
As far as she was concerned they could happily leave him behind. It was his own damn fault for running off. And she still hadn't forgiven him for what he'd try to do. Idiocy was only the beginning of the way he'd disrespected her.
Even Donnie's accidental slight of her own abilities didn't provoke much more than a mild glare. Killing a man earlier in the day had dulled Var's hostility considerably. Now she had a rather tired aura, with the bad of her life and the good in the day vying for supremacy. Neither had quite won and stalemate was setting in.
At last when Donnie fell silent Var spoke.
"Donnie, do you know why I'm angry at him?" Var asked rhetorically as she promptly proceeded to explain. She'd been uncharacteristically open today, and it was a trend she might as well continue. "He tried to violate my mind. He tried to steal my memories, he tried to take away more than just my privacy. As far as I'm concerned we should leave him here. He made his own bed, let him lie in it."
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Post by The Conman on Jul 24, 2011 1:45:49 GMT -5
Donnie nervously played with her right leeku as Var explained her stance. Though she didn't have any experience with mind rape, she surmised it must not be a very pleasant experience. Also, given Var's conviction, it seemed her mind was made up. Donnie really hated being stuck in the middle of things like this.
Though, if one were to keep score, Var hadn't really messed up at all, and Dov had, so far twice. Once with the attempted melting of Var's mind, and with the rampage he'd gone on earlier.
The evidence was mounting, and Donnie knew when Var put her foot down on something, such as this, it would be simpler to just nod and smile.
I...Uh...Yeah....
She stammered. This wasn't Donnie's forte. Her gut reaction was to tell Var to drink her sorrow away.
Agree. Your right, I didn't know he...did stuff to your brain...sorry I brought it up.
She paused, then continued after thinking for a moment.
Hey, uh, I saw a neat lookin' bar on the way in, you wanna go grab a couple of drinks, chill for a bit before we take off? I paid for the bay until noon tomorrow, so we may as well make the best of it, eh?
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 24, 2011 2:08:09 GMT -5
"I don't drink Donnie." Varulla'aba held up a staying hand as if to make it clear she honestly wasn't a drinker. She had no idea what kind of alcohol tolerance she had. She'd had a Corellian Ale one time in her life and hated it.
"Its nothing against you, I just don't drink."
Half an Hour at a small bar called 'The Handle'...
Var rested her chin in her hand and stared at her reflection in the mirror behind the bartender. With the slightest of movements she diverted her gaze to Donnie's reflection and directed her comments in the same direction.
"Donnie, how do you do this to me? How is it I always seem to wind up doing exactly what you want?"
Her tone was surprisingly non-judgmental. It was merely a philosophical questioning of what had seemingly become 'the way of things.'
The Twi'lek Sith hadn't even touched the drink Donnie had insisted on putting before her. She didn't drink. She was at a bar yes, but only because she'd been cajoled along. Somehow the other Twi'lek knew exactly how to get Var to do things. And the galling thing was, Var had no idea how Donnie did it.
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Post by The Conman on Jul 24, 2011 2:40:23 GMT -5
Donnie, who was on her second beer, waiting on a plate of wings and fries, noticed Var's gaze and listened.
She thought for a moment. Doneeda didn't really know, she wanted Var to come along, so she convinced her. Simple. Probably the " just drink pop" or, " just because it's a bar doesn't mean I'll try to sleep with you" may have had something to do with it. The jury was still out on that, though.
It wasn't like she was doing anything particularly special to get Var to come with, Donnie just thought it was probably because she wasn't a Force user. Just a normal person. Not plotting her demise, or telling her what to do or how to live or what to believe. Just to go to a bar, drink a little too much, and have an altogether good time.
Donnie smirked, took a lazy swig from her half empty beer, then responded.
I unno...these?
She said shrugging, and looking down at her chest, then taking another drink from the bottle. she looked back at Var's reflection.
And, what I want to do is fun. Everybody likes fun, even you.
She paused, as her wings and fries arrived. She thanked the server, picked up a wing, and bit into it.
These are good-
Donnie stopped speaking, finished the wing, then tossed the bone in the small bowl provided.
Anywho, I don't really know, but we're here now and that's not going to drink it's self...wanna wing?
She asked, holding a fresh one over towards Var as she grabbed a fry from the basket and bit it in half.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 24, 2011 13:52:10 GMT -5
When Donnie jokingly suggested it was her breasts, Var gave her a look. The sort of look that said 'are you kidding me?'
Var took the proffered wing and nibbled at it leisurely.
"In my experience there's no such thing as fun. I'm here for you, not me. In fact, I don't even know why I'm here anyway. I don't drink, I don't like being around people. And now I'm in a bar, eating some sort of bird with a drink in front of me."
The Twi'lek finished off the meat on the wing and dropped it into the bowl.
She stared at the drink before her. Some sort of mixed concoction called 'the Corellian Run,' with an array of juices and liquors she wasn't familiar with.
She hesitantly raised it to her lips and gingerly took a sip of the liquid. Her eyes widened.
It was good.
Two hours, five drinks, and three choruses of "Those Ole Spacer's Blues" later...
Var stared into her drink. She’d lost track of how many she’d had quite a while ago, somewhere upwards of four though. The Twi’lek had gone from reluctant to boisterously singing, and now she was wistfully maudlin.
The Sith Initiate reflected upon her day. She’d covered a lot of ground. Killed a man in the morning, bonded with Donnie all day, and had realized things about herself she’d never realized before. It was funny how something as small as sexy underwear could yield so much of an impact out of her. But she’d never been ‘beautiful’ before. She was grateful to Donnie for showing her that she was.
“Donnie,” She looked to the mostly-sober Twi’lek pilot sitting next to her at the bar. “I want to say shorry, er, sorry, for being so mean all the time. You’re my best friend and I should be a lot more nice to you. You’ve only ever been nice to me. Actually, I want to tell you shomething. Something. The reason I want to go to Tatooine. I thought it over a lot, and I wanted to let you know. ‘Cuz you’re the only one who actually likes me. I- I trust you. And I think you should know about me.”
She gulped down the rest of her drink before continuing. “I’m basically from Tatooine. I wasn’t born there, but I don’t remember much about Ryloth. I remember some people took away my mother, and then the next thing I remember was being a slave. I ran away, snuck onto a freighter. I fell asleep for days, then when I woke up I was on Tatooine. But I wasn’t free, I was a slave again. I was sold to a human man named Tolrin and…”
Tears started to form in Var’s eyes as her memories flooded back once more. With her mind affected by the drink her restraints and barriers were down, she couldn’t hold back her emotion.
“He- he beat me almost every day. He loved to do that, to hurt me. He always found an excuse. I was too slow. I did something wrong. I was a bad little girl. I always thought it was me. That I did something wrong, that I deserved the whippings and the beatings. But one day he-“
Var stopped, even through her drunken mind she wasn’t sure if she wanted to share it. But she simply couldn’t hold it in anymore. For the first time in her life she shared what had happened to her with another person.
“He threw me on a bed, and he raped me. He raped me. Oh god, I didn’t deserve that…” Varulla’aba buried her face into the corner of her arm and started to sob. The admission was too much for her.
She was simply a forlorn young woman bearing a burden far too heavy for her shoulders. She looked truly pathetic, tears streaming down her cheeks and filling her large green eyes as she stared up at Donnie again, terrified of being judged.
Quite simply, in more than one way she was still the scared, helpless, little girl she’d been two decades ago. She simply knew how to hide it from other people now. With her defenses lowered and her attitude relaxed, she seemed so small and vulnerable.
It was incredibly hard for anyone at that moment to believe she was a Sith. Sith weren’t vulnerable. Sith didn’t share their secrets. And most of all, Sith didn’t break down and cry.
But Var did, her frame was wracked with sobs that shook her body. Through her tears she pleaded to the blurry image of Doneeda.
"Don't- don't hold it against me. I know- I know I can never be clean again, but please... please..."
Her head sank into her arms again as her tears stained the bar, the plea lingering unfinished.
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Jul 25, 2011 0:07:35 GMT -5
Post by The Conman on Jul 25, 2011 0:07:35 GMT -5
Donnie smirked when Var took the first sip of her Corellian Run. She'd chosen that particular drink because it was notoriously good. That and, as with all drinks involving alcohol and the drinker not being able to taste it, deadly.
After a few more drinks, Donnie was still mostly sober. Var, however, wasn't. Doneeda didn't doubt she didn't drink, not for a second at this point. 5 drinks in and Var was teetering between " well lubricated" and " sloshed". She'd even gotten her to sing, which wasn't something expected by any stretch.
That was on it's own surprising, however, what happened next, defied explanation. Donnie listened as Var basically spilled her guts about her past. Being a slave, the rape, all of it.
The younger Twi'lek wasn't entirely sure how to react. She'd never had somebody open up to her like that about a past...like that. Donnie connected with her on some points. Being a slave was a big one, but their circumstances were radically different. Donnie was earmarked to be a dancer, and wasn't to be harmed. It seemed Var wasn't so lucky, however, and before long the usually icy cold Sith was blubbering like a little girl on the bar.
When she put her head down to cry, Donnie rubbed her hands together vigorously for a few moments, to warm them up, then put her right hand on Var's leeku and gently stroked it, alternating between left and right. For Donnie, at least, it produced a powerfully calming sensation.
The barman returned, and Donnie ordered another drink for Var, and two double shots. She told him to surprise her. The barman glanced at Var. Donnie said she was fine, as the drinks were placed down in front of her. She downed them one after the other, then responded, after retracting her hand.
I-I won- I don't hold it against you...
Donnie started, flying by the seat of her pants.
Bad things happen to good people.
She said, as Donnie grabbed a napkin and started wiping the tears from Var's face.
If nobody's said it yet, I'm sorry that happened to you, it wasn't fair, it wasn't right, and I don't blame you for going back...I, uh, was a slave...once too, you know?
She paused, nudging the drink for Var towards her.
It's not fun, but I didn't have the same experiences you did...I donno what to say, Var, but I'm really sorry that happened too you...I had no idea..
Donnie trailed off, at a loss for what to say or do. She nodded to the barman to fill her shotglass back up....this was going to be a long night.
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Jul 25, 2011 1:01:33 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 25, 2011 1:01:33 GMT -5
Var's sobs quieted somewhat as Donnie stroked her lekku reassuringly. Never before had they been handled with love. As a little girl they'd been pulled harshly. And as an adult she'd remained aloof and unreachable.
Until now.
She didn't resist as her head tails were touched. And she didn't resist the napkin dabbing at her tears. They were the first bits of compassion she'd experienced. And it was soothing her.
Bad things happen to good people.
An especially pained expression appeared on her face at that phrase.
The cream-colored Twi'lek hoarsely whispered out a true observation. "I'm not a good person Donnie..."
Her vivid green eyes locked directly into the other Twi'leks, and even while bloodshot and slightly glassy they were still mournfully beautiful. They conveyed a profound sense of loss and sadness. Her gaze wasn't restrained the way it usually was. Her eyes were a portal to her soul. And it was filled with melancholy. It was an old soul, a damaged one.
At last her tears dried and her sobs ceased. She was exhausted by the outpouring of emotion, and she simply couldn't sustain it any longer.
She reached out before her and picked up her drink, raising the glass to her lips and draining it swiftly for the sole reason that it was in front of her. It was automatic.
Var was still changed from that morning. There was no pretense about her. Her hard outer shell was cracked open, and she was exposed. She was the little girl on Tatooine, now grown up. But still with the same suffering eyes and the aura of uncertainty.
The Sith Initiate closer her eyes and drew the curtains to her soul as she turned her gaze inward. She spoke her realization out loud as she made it, her voice in the same hoarse whisper.
"I- I can't just run. I have to face him, I have to prove I can..."
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Post by The Conman on Jul 25, 2011 19:56:35 GMT -5
Hey, I'm not going to stand in your way, Var. You gotta do what you gotta do.
She replied, finishing her 4th shot in as many minutes. Donnie wasn't good at the " touchy feely" sort of stuff, so getting Var out of "sad mode" was near the top of her list.
So, like, Koeing...
Donnie nodded as the bartender filled the double shot glass yet again. She leaned forward, onto her left elbow so she could look over at Var.
I think he liiiikes yoooouuuu....
She said with a devilish grin. She wasn't entirely sure weather or not she was right, but from what she'd seen, Donnie would put money on the two of them hooking up in the near future...or whatever Var's equivalent to that would be.
Just sayin', y'know, puttin' it out there. Thought I'd letcha know.
She paused to down the shot, then nudged Var with her elbow.
He's not too bad lookin' either, doin' good for yourself. Play your cards right and in a few days you could be havin' freaky-deaky victory force sex on the way back from Tatooine...
She finished, with a nod and a toothy grin. It was true, she was probably going too far, but the booze was catching up with her and Donnie's internal filter, however thin and sieve like it was, had all but vanished.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 25, 2011 21:30:57 GMT -5
Var turned and stared at Donnie like a deer in the headlights. Sure she'd said Koeing liked her, but presumably Donnie knew it cut both ways. Var hadn't noticed any signals from Koeing, and she'd done her best to stifle her own attraction to him.
She was attracted to him. Some inner part of her melted just being around him, but she kept it locked away tightly. Nothing good ever happened to her. And she knew better. She was just being a stupid girl, attracted hopelessly to her master despite her head knowing they couldn't be together. They were Sith. They weren't normal people.
But she still dreamed about it a little. She dared to imagine what it would be like to be held in someone's arms with love. Just like when she was a little girl she'd furtively dared to play with some of the toys for sale, or to hold a stuffed bantha close to her. They were dreams, things she knew she could never keep, but things she was drawn to and longed for. She longed for Koeing.
But she was teetering on the brink of disaster.
If Koeing found out about her, if he knew she was weak, if he knew she was damaged... used... How could he ever want her? If he knew the scars she carried on her back and in her soul, he'd never be able to touch her.
The importance of it cut through her drink-addled mind, giving her a moment of near sobriety.
"Donnie, you can't tell him any of this. If he finds out, everything is ruined. He can't know what happened to me, nobody can. It has to be our secret. If he knew..."
Var shuddered at the thought and downed the drink that had appeared in front of her.
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Post by The Conman on Jul 26, 2011 1:48:27 GMT -5
Donnie let out a small laugh. Donnie didn't intend to tell anybody.
'Course not, Var. I won't say anything.
she finished another shot, then decided to slow down, she was starting to loose feeling in her face.
Besidess...I don' think he'd actually care...I'm still your friend and I know...if it'll make you feel better, I'd still do yah, be good time-
Donnie paused and looked away for a moment. Even though she was tipsy, she wasn't beyond, basic logical thought. It was going to take work to not go after Var. She nodded to the bartender, who promptly motored over and filled her double glass again.
Sorry...
She said, pausing to think.
I won't say anything, but...
She mock punched her arm.
Good job, he's not bad lookin'.
Donnie took her drink, then continued, but not after nudging the glass further away from her, slowing down was a good idea.
But...just sayin...you are gonna need to tell him sooner or later, or he's gonna say somethin' or touch yah somewhere you don't like, and you'll go all angry Var. Don't worry, just because he's a Sith doesn't mean he doesn't have a heart, I betcha everybody in that temple's had a frakked up childhood, you aren't the only one Var, not by a long shot. Doesn't make you dirty or....I unno, loose...Either way...
Donnie pulled out her phone from her pocket and turned it onto "picture mode", then suddenly put her arm around var, and smiled, putting the camera in front of them with the small flash light on.
Say Cheese Var!
She said, snapping the picture.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Jul 26, 2011 10:44:43 GMT -5
Var didn't exactly share Donnie's confidence in what could be accepted.
She wasn't a Sith. She didn't know what it was like in the Order, what the expectations were. They valued strength and power, and Var simply had the worst kind of weakness. At the very best she'd go down in Koeing's eyes, and at the very worst... at the worst he'd feel the way she did about herself. Dirty.
Even if her dreams came true and he did decide to love her, how could he ever reach and touch her if he knew the way she'd been touched before? How could he want to? Var was damaged goods, and she knew it.
She was about to voice those concerns somehow when the other Twi'lek promptly wrapped an arm around her and took a picture. The flash blinded Var momentarily, with the light dancing around her eyes.
"Echuta," she griped as the picture was completed. The resulting image was Donnie, picture-perfect, and Var looking like something the bantha dragged in. Eyes wide and glassy with a rather awkward expression on her face.
Var shook her head and downed another drink, halfway through noticing she felt a little dizzy. She teetered awkwardly on her barstool, having difficulty balancing on it.
Then with a flailing of arms she fell over backwards onto the floor, where she lay with her legs sticking out at awkwardly ungraceful angles that seemed singularly unsuited to her. She stared up glassily at Donnie.
"I think I'm done now..."
Without even trying untangle herself from the barstool, Var's eyes closed and she fell into a mixture of passed out and sleeping. She definitely didn't handle her alcohol well.
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Post by The Conman on Jul 31, 2011 22:43:01 GMT -5
Donnie chuckled, then took a picture with her smart phone of the soundly passed out var tangled in her barstool. She couldn't believe what she was seeing...nor what had just occurred. Regardless, she was now responsible for Var's well being, and the tab.
Donnie turned to the bartended, and with a crooked smirk, laid down a 50 on the bar. The bartender took it, and gingerly looked over the bar.
She...ahh...hokay...mossly...sory bou'da mess mistar... Donnie said, kneeling down and starting to disentangle Var's legs from the stool. It was miraculous she hadn't actually hurt herself...though the booze probably helped keep her limber, Donnie thought.
After a minute or two, Var was untangled and the bar stool was righted.
" Hey, you want a hand with that, darlin'?" A gruff voice asked from somewhere behind Donnie.
She'd been bending over from the waist and knees for a good 5 minutes, it made sense some would be "looking". She turned around, and stood up to her full height, which was a good head taller than the man who'd offered her help.
Nah, mistar...I thin' I'm good...jus'over'dere ada dock, than's dough...
She said, kneeling down and picking up Var into a fireman's carry over her shoulder with ease. Though easily able to carry her weight, Var was surprisingly dense. Donnie waved to the bartender and headed out, bound for her ship.
The night was surprisingly nice, with the sky clear and the galaxy clearly visible above the young Twi'lek's head. She was going through Var's past in her head...and came to the conclusion it really sucked.
Donnie never really thought about her past. Mostly because, similarly to Var's, it sucked. But now it seemed like she'd had a downright perfect childhood. Var didn't even have cartoons...bugsy the leppi...girl didn't even have a childhood.
Donnie stopped at an intersection and looked to her right, then left, hoping to see traffic, instead being blocked by Var's backside.
Damn girl...it's bigger close up...
She mused, giving it a joking smack before the walk signal lit and Donnie crossed the last street before the dock.
A few minutes later, Donnie was climbing the stairs upto the main hallway, carrying the now soundly sleeping Var in front of her like a child, to keep from banging her head. She hit the door button with her elbow and unceremoniously dropped Var onto her bed, and went down to the end to remove her boots.
Donnie got half way through getting the first one off before an ungodly stench escaped, and she shoved it back on, other arm covering her nose.
Not gonna do that...
She thought, getting back up, kicking her shoes off and dropping her pants. Donnie grabbed her towel from the rack near the end of the bed, and headed for a much needed shower.
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Post by Othorious on Jul 31, 2011 23:09:50 GMT -5
Doviculous finished his last bottle of Corellian Ale, and tossed it towards the garbage bin near his table, which the Bartender didn't really approve of, but Doviculous didn't care. He'd had about 3-4 bottles of Ale and was a bit tipsy, thanks to his two livers it took alot more than just that to get him full blown drunk, so he didn't need to worry about roaming drunkenly through the streets to find the ship. Doviculous rose slowly from the table and made his way to the cantina exit, but not before having to deal with the Bartender who insisted he pay for his drinks, and with a quick mind trick the Bartender said it was all on the house. Doviculous walked towards where he suspected the docks were located, it was a bit hard to tell, he didn't know how far he chased Cartuga and his band, but he sensed he was close, and soon enough the eyesore of a ship stuck out on the pretty filled docks, but Doviculous could easily recognize it from the others.
He wondered if the others had gone off and screwed around or stayed on the ship, he was surprised they havn't left him here yet. Doviculous opened the cargo hatch door and slowly made his way into the pitch black cargohold, using his lightsaber to aid him to get to the stairs. Normally he would have easily found the stairs with the help of the force, but apparently alcohol royally f**ks up the force, so he had to use his saber as a makeshift glowrod to find his way. Once he found the stairs it was pretty easy to make his way into the crew quarters, and thats when he realized, God I need to take a piss... Doviculous opened a few doors before he reached the bathroom, and opened it to realize that it's shower facilities were in use, and he had suddenly busted in and witnessed a rather nude Donnie.
UhhhhhUhhhhhhhhhhh My bad... His face flushed a bit, but he sensed that something rather naughty was about to go down.
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Post by The Conman on Jul 31, 2011 23:46:25 GMT -5
Donnie had been in the shower for about 20 minutes when Dov suddenly burst in.
Now, the washroom on a ship wasn't a spectacularly special affair. It was all waterproof, and the shower was in one corner, across from the toilet and the sink. It was more designed to be small and efficient than look pretty.
Anywho, Donnie had been long clean, she'd been upto other, more pleasurable things in the shower in her tipsy state. Not particularly concerning Dov, but his presence wasn't something she was offended by.
On the contrary.
Donnie had the ability to go for a long period of time without a man. She'd gone three months at least at the temple, as a matter of fact. Thing was, it was easy, so long as it wasn't " in her face", so to speak. If the temptation was there, she'd take it.
And intended too.
Donnie got a devilish grin on her face and easily crossed the distance between herself and Dov. Without saying anything,she grabbed the man by the jacket, and pulled him in, tossing the jacket off and-
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- about an hour later -
Donnie finished toweling herself off. It'd happened. Again. She didn't really feel bad about it, in fact, the young twi'lek felt satisfied, which was about all she'd wanted at the end of the day. She dropped her towel, still un-clothed and back turned to Dov, and put her underwear and shirt back on, and picked up her bra.
She turned around, and looked at Dov.
Than'z Iz need'at
She said, before turning and heading to the door, poping it open, and going across the hall and into bed.
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Aug 1, 2011 0:40:47 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Aug 1, 2011 0:40:47 GMT -5
Slowly Var's eyelids fluttered and her green eyes blinked a few times as she became aware of several facts. For one, her head hurt. It felt like someone had bashed on it with a hammer. She moved to get out of the bed in her normal fashion, but everything was stiff and at an awkward angle.
She fell off the bed and landed on the deck with a thump, muttering a few unintelligible words.
The Twi'lek Sith lifted her arm and noticed it had landed in a substance. She looked at it carefully. Vomit.
At some point in the middle of the night she'd managed to direct her own puke off the bed. Only to fall into it in the morning.
"Echuta..."
Slowly Var rose to her feet, her head aching even worse with the movement and the sudden rush of blood. She winced and tried halfheartedly to stretch. Everything hurt. Literally. It was like she'd been run over by a truck. She looked down.
She was still in her Echani armor, and had been all night. It was no wonder she felt that way. What she needed was a shower. A long, hot shower.
Half a smile appeared on her face and her bloodshot green eyes seemed to soften a little at the thought of the restoring ability of some simple water.
Var walked across the room, hit the door release, then stood right outside the shower. She pressed the second door release and wound up with an eyeful of something she'd rather not have seen.
Doviculous was passed out naked in the shower.
"Oh god, my eyes!" Var held up a hand to block the sight while simultaneously wincing at how loud she'd been inadvertently.
Her mind tried to sort through the facts with no small difficulty. All she knew was that her shower was definitely not happening now. And for some reason she suspected Donnie was to blame.
The Twi'lek tried to turn and leave but hit her head on the bulkhead, which prompted an even longer string of Huttese curses.
She staggered back the way she'd came looking for Donnie, and succeeded in finding her in the room they both shared. Var smacked her upside the head.
"There's a naked Devaronian in the shower and somehow I know this is all your fault."
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Aug 1, 2011 1:09:12 GMT -5
Post by Othorious on Aug 1, 2011 1:09:12 GMT -5
Doviculous stirred in his sleep, and after a few moments he groggily opened his eyes and stretched from his sitting position on the shower floor. Doviculous knew what conspired last night, he didn't care, it was just mindless love making in the shower, but it was a rather good ending to a half crappy day. Doviculous slowly rose to his feet, and since he was already in the shower, he decided to take anotherone anyways. After the shower he quickly exited the shower and gathered his clothes on the bathroom floor, and quickly threw them back on, it was his only pair after all, so he had to wear it again.
With his clothes back on his body, he quickly retired to the galley, and upon further inspection he discovered some delicious food, what kind of food you ask? Somesort of fruit, it was fresh, meaning that the two girls did venture out into the town and managed to gather some provisions. Good, and Doviculous managed to avoid being bored on this pitstop as well, Pfft, keep me on the ship will you, the ship is boring... He took another bite of his fruit and rested his feet on the table while he scooted his chair back to let it lean onto one of the counters, to make sure he didn't fall over if he leaned back too far. He wondered where Var was, as he didn't see or hear her as he came back onto the ship last night, nor did he see her as he awoke. She probably was either still sleeping or in a different part of the ship, but Dov didn't care, all he cared about was digging into this delicious fruit.
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Aug 1, 2011 1:29:55 GMT -5
Post by The Conman on Aug 1, 2011 1:29:55 GMT -5
Donnie, oddly enough, wasn't having a completely messed up dream. In fact, she couldn't actually remember her dream, only something about eyes.
wugabugasayin?
she managed to get out, her eyes opening and adjusting to the light pouring into the room, suddenly hearing a thud, followed by what could only be Var's voice stringing together huttese curses. Donnie was about to get up when Var staggered in, and proceeded to slap her up the side of her head.
"There's a naked Devaronian in the shower and somehow I know this is all your fault."
Donnie's brain kicked into overdrive.
Ha...haha, do you realize how much you had to drink last night? I think he's more your problem, than mine....
Donnie said with a devilish grin.
Well done, though, you didn't get hurt and he was satisfied, so good on yah.
Donnie continued, before rolling over.
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Aug 1, 2011 1:44:11 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Aug 1, 2011 1:44:11 GMT -5
Var took a sharp breath and her eyes widened to twice their normal size. Her breath came in short pants and it was obvious she was hyperventilating. She staggered backwards and fell onto the floor and simply lay there.
She started to shake her head from side to side.
"No, no, no.... I- I couldn't have... I..."
She tucked her knees up to her chest and cradled them in her arms, rocking backward and forward slightly. Her breath was coming in shorter and shorter spurts, faster and faster.
"How could I... How... how could you let me?" The Twi'lek Sith seemed on the verge of tears.
What would happen when Koeing found out? And she just knew that filthy Devaronian would brag to anyone who would listen. But if he was filthy, that made her filthier. She'd let herself be used. Again in her life.
Her fight or flight instinct kicked in. She had no choice, it was time to leave. She'd survive on her own somehow. But she couldn't spend another minute surrounded by them all with the knowledge of what she'd done while drunk.
She shook Donnie again.
"Doneeda, if you've ever been my friend for even a moment, I need a hundred credits. I have to get off this ship now. Fly away from here and leave me behind. Just give me a few credits please so I can eat. This is important. Please Donnie..." Var pleaded, trying her best to be brave.
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Aug 1, 2011 1:57:40 GMT -5
Post by The Conman on Aug 1, 2011 1:57:40 GMT -5
Donnie wasn't watching initally as Var had her panic attack. In fact, it took her a good few seconds to clue into the fact that the girl was actually freaking out. About half way through, she rolled over and was watching, suddenly remembering what had gone on the night before.
Truth be told, the passed out Dovronian in the shower was her fault, and Var hadn't slept with anything aside from a bar stool. Donnie had meant to mess with her...not cause...whatever was happening.
The Younger Twi'lek tried to get a few words in edge-wise, but Var was too caught up in having a 4 alarm freak out to hear her. In fact, she was curled up in the corner, begging for money and to be left on the planet.
This, had officially gone way too far.
Donnie leaned up fully, using the comforter to cover her shirtless self, and looked up at the ceiling as Var finished.
Why?
She said, partially in regards to her current situation, and partially in regards to Var's. Donnie moved forwards enough to see out the door, and that Dov wasn't in sight. She dropped the covers, and solely clad in her rather skimpy underwear, padded the short distance to the door and clicked the light and close door button one after the other.
She sat down beside the now shaking Var, taking note of how cold the floor was on her backside, and took a deep breath, then closed her eyes.
Var. Youdidn'thavesexwithdovandIwasmessingwithyousopleasedon'tkillmenow.
She said in one long, fast, word, eyes still closed, sitting beside Var, her fists balled up at her sides. Donnie wasn't entirely sure what she'd do, only that it would probably be painful.
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Aug 1, 2011 2:25:24 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Aug 1, 2011 2:25:24 GMT -5
Var froze up for a moment, then stared at Donnie with a hauntingly wounded look.
"How... how could you?" She asked hesitantly, the words sticking in her throat. "I- I thought you were my... friend."
A twisting feeling in her gut punctuated her emotion, and even though Var's eyes were mostly dry it was obvious she wanted to cry.
"You... you don't know what its like for me. I'm, I'm not you. I can't just give myself away. I have so little left Donnie, I can't afford to give it away."
The Sith was torn between conflicting emotions. The relief that she hadn't given what remained of herself away tempered the pain of betrayal. But she was still badly hurt. There was no getting around the fact that she was miserable.
She'd made a mistake. She'd allowed herself to get close again. And whenever she lowered her barriers, she was hurt. It had become practically a fact of life for her.
Var couldn't remember that she'd told Donnie her story the night before. Or that she'd revealed her attraction to her master. If she had, the pain would have been even worse.
"This is all my fault," Var said despondently as she cradled her forehead in her palm. "I should have known better. I can't have friends. I can't ever have anyone close to me, or it will all end this way."
Var took even more blame off of Donnie's shoulders and onto her own. Rather than blaming anyone else, she seemed to be blaming herself."You- you had no way to know what those words would do to me. You don't know about my past. I- I'd like to pretend none of this ever happened. Just pretend you never met me, its better for everyone that way."
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