Vaynai Nights: Drunk and Disorderly - 8.163

[Hunk]

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They didn't make it all the way back to the tourist area of town, but with the way Hunk's feet were aching, they may as well have. Judas obviously knew his way around, taking the pair unerringly through the confusing back streets. And while they didn't make it back to the coast, they began to penetrate the middle areas of the city, the borderlands. This was the area the offworlders came to when they wanted to escape the resorts that were the pretty face of Vaynai and instead get a little taste of the local life. It was a place where you could still get robbed in a dark alley if you weren't careful, but it wasn't a certainty like it was back in Smuggler's End.

"There's a place down here. Pretty good. Has a dance floor. Chicks dig that." Nestled amongst the upscale dance clubs and martini bars sat a little place by the overly verbose name of Corellian Sunset Princess Funtime Now.

Now this was more like it. The music was pumping, a delightful cacophony that set the mass of flesh inside twisting and bouncing in a perverse show. Species from across the galaxy crowded the dance floor and slid past each other between several elevated platforms and three impressive looking bars. True to Judas' word, there were ladies everywhere. Hunk plowed ahead, stopping short of the dance floor to scout a bit before he made his move. Drug deal shmug deal. Kyp and his cargo could go rot as far as he was presently concerned.

[Serrena Alcine]

This vacation idea had been terrible from the start.

Vaynai was an upscale resort world, which was great if your tastes ran to expensive. Which Serrena's most certainly did. But after three weeks of pretentious martinis and uptight clubs with horrible synth music, the ex-porn star had enough.

Debauchery and decadence were the order of the rest of this vacation, otherwise she was going to be bored senseless. And she'd be giving Em a very dull 'report' whenever she made it back, which would be disappointing. The half-Zeltron could throw down like it was nobody's business, but being so embroiled in work as of late, was counting on Serr to have a wild time and regale her with stories.

Ones, preferably, that didn't involve needing to be bailed out of jail again.

She wanted different, so a quick question to the one of the maids in her tony hotel had gotten her a knowing wink and the name of a club. A very long name that made Serr laugh with absolute delight. Anything called Corellian Sunset Princess Funtime Now absolutely had to be seen and experienced.

It took her just over a standard hour to get ready for the evening. Serrena had a reputation to live up to...or down to, really. A wicked grin curled her plump, glossy lips as she checked her reflection in the mirror one last time. Her long curls were loose and artfully mussed, while her glowing crimson eyes were simply lined with black kohl. Slender fingers smoothed out the black silk of her dress (http://www.polyvore.com/serr_vaynai/set?id=50512547) as she stepped into a pair of stiletto heels; with feathered earrings and silver bangles catching the light as she turned in place.

Descending to the lobby, she found a taxi waiting as requested. She winked at the doorman who helped her in, and blew him a kiss it sped away to her destination. The driver was human, which she wasn't expecting, and incredibly talkative once she gave him the name of the club. She tuned him out, however, focusing instead on the passing scenery. He waxed eloquent on everything from the weather to the most recent grav-ball match.

But she'd only had to endure it for twenty minutes before she stepped out in front of the club, its multicolor holosign flashing brightly in spite of its sedate surroundings. Serrena sauntered inside and paused as she drank in her surroundings. This was more like it...dimly lit, loud, several well-stocked bars, and sentients of every shape, size, and color. It wasn't long before she'd down her first drink and shimmied her way onto the dance floor to lose herself to the music.

[Judas Voss]

Judas felt a little under dressed. He had no intention earlier tonight to come to this club. However, his festive shirt made him stand out, and already a few acquaintances of previous party nights had strolled by and recognized him by his shirt. They waved their hands and moved on. Judas lost Hunk in the distraction but spotted the burly man near the dance floor.

Spinning his way through the crowd, he made it to his drinking companion's side and the two of them looked out into the crowd before them. His eyes scanned each woman, taking in such factors are race, attire, appearance, and reaction to the music and other dances to deduce just what kind of lady they were. One by one he moved through the crowd. Slut, slut, virgin, party animal, slut, slut... Oh. This one had standards- he thought, looking at a tall, dark thing in a revealing black dress. If he was in a more competitive mood he would totally try to hit that, but he was more in the mood for something quick and easy like fast food.

Still, she was quite a looker.

Smacking his arm against Hunk's to get the man's attention, Judas pointed out the woman. He did so subtly, with his hand kept low so she wouldn't see him pointing. "See that!?" He yelled over the music, "That's a woman I'd like to dance with, and by dance I mean have sex." She was certainly attractive, but Judas was not going to go after a high class piece of ass like that with a flower pattern shirt on. He didn't know if he could even achieve the necessary amount of slickness.

He ran a hand over his buzzcut anyways.

[Hunk]

They must have had similar tastes in women, or maybe she was simply that striking - either way, he knew exactly who his new buddy was talking about.

"I'd like to have sex with her too. But I think I'll start with the dancing." He pulled away from Judas. A few steps away, he turned around and pointed back at the man with a wide grin on his face.

"Wish me luck!" he yelled, trying (probably unsuccessfully) to be heard over the thumping beat.

Truth be told, Hunk wasn't really dressed for this place either. A simple bright yellow linen shirt, white undershirt, and a brown pants was hardly enough to help him fit in amongst this crowd. Oh well, at least he didn't smell like a vagrant, thanks to a splash of cologne and the sonic shower he'd taken before leaving the ship.

He made a beeline for the woman doing his best to squeeze past the others on the dance floor. She was alone, writhing in time with the rhythm. By the stars, how was that dress staying on? He was closer now, just a few more meters. He wasn't coming up with the perfect line or playing out scenarios in his head; his mind was on cruise control. Whatever happened, happened.

Finally he slid up in front of her, waiting the moment it took for her to notice him. He looked her straight in the eye and extended his hand to her before leaning in closer to her ear.

"Hello, my name's Hamilton. I think we should dance."

[Serrena Alcine]

The DJ working the synth-table had a deft touch, the beats melting smoothly from song to song. She made a distant mental note to find out what his handle was, and see if there were holorecordings available.

There was a number of partners she danced with, male and female alike, and even one where the question was delightfully unanswerable. That being, however, slipped away before she could form a query with her crimson lips. It was the way of things in a club, however, and soon enough she was lost in the beat as she danced to it on her own in the middle of the sentient ocean.

Serrena purred softly, crimson eyes brightening as they met the tall man's gaze. She wasn't entirely unaware of his approach - being that careless was decidedly stupid in her line of work - but it took her a moment to find just the right beat in the music to turn with. A small smile stole across her lips as she took in the sight of him, accepting his hand as he leaned in.

"Hello, my name's Hamilton. I think we should dance."

A tilt of her head saw her lips brush across his ear as she replied, "What a fabulous idea, Hamilton...my name is Serrena." Slender fingers lifted his hand up as she spun in time to the music, before facing him and letting it settle on her hip. It didn't take but a moment for them to find a rhythm together that matched the pulsating beat.

[Judas Voss]

"You beast!" He called after Hunk as he headed toward the dark woman. Judas could only lean against the railing that surrounded the lowered dance floor and watch as his wingman took flight. While he was hoping to watch a trainwreck instead he could only stare dumbfounded them the pair started dancing together. Daaaaamn. What he would give to be the one she was grinding on.

Looking around himself he felt very self conscious with his shirt, so he made a quick trip to the bathroom where he threw his shirt away to reveal the black tanktop he was wearing underneath it and at least now he was wearing all black with his dark trousers. He checked himself in the mirror, which was mostly covered in handdrawn doodles of male genitalia, and made sure he was still as damn handsome as he remembered.

He hit the floor once more, and this time he had his charm turned up to eleven. Every female that walked by, and in some cases really pretty men whom he had mistaken as women, were bombarded with his flirtatious missiles. Most were not interested in the short human; but eventually he lucked out with a rather lovely green shaded Rodian. She had the cutest black eyes. They hardly spoke the same language but a few hand gestures and the pair were out on the floor.

Judas made sure they picked a spot near Hunk and his partner. Whenever the two made eye contact Judas would wink, and if neither of the females were looking he made a lot of ass slapping and groping motions toward the dark haired woman. The music was picking up, getting faster and the dancers reacted in kind. Judas' attention was recaptured by his own dance partner when she moved in close and began grinding against him. Judas raised his hands and let himself get lost in the music.

[Hunk]

It took a moment for Hunk to make the connection that the guy who kept winking at him, in the black tanktop and the Rodian draped all over him, was in fact Judas. He briefly lifted his hands from the black-haird woman, making a circle with one hand and pointing with the other. He caught Judas's eye a questioning look, inserting the latter into the former. Did the plumbing even line up? Oh well, he had to admit that she had a pretty nice back side.

Three songs in and his partner showed no signs of slowing down, despite the fact that the DJ seemed to be intent on cramming more and more beats into each successive minute. Speaking of back sides, Hunk soon found himself tapping Serenna's (damn he loved how she slightly rolled the r's when she introduced herself) in time with a pervasive, high-pitched, staccato synthesizer track that had been repeating for a long time now.

Faster and faster the music blared from the speakers and ever more frantically the crowd gyrated in response until finally the song peaked with the dancers following it over the edge like a collective, virtual orgasm. Perhaps a few actual ones too; it was hard to tell.

But the music couldn't be stopped. The DJ melted right from the crecendo of his previous song into a downbeat tune started the hips waving of everyone not retreating from the dance floor. Hunk had no plans on vacating the floor just yet. He pulled Serrena closer and picked up the conversation from his earlier introduction.

"So what brings a gorgeous thing like yourself to this place? Just needed to unwind?"