A Cure for Boredom

[Zeri Kasajian]

:: Zeri sat in the pilot's chair of her cousin's SoroSub class 3000 Yacht. It was drad, especially the fresher, but she was bored out of her frelling mind. Kalail had told her to sit tight while she and Bambi were at a meeting. Fresh out of Uni and was still being treated like a baby ::

"Frakkity frack frakkin frack FRACK!!!." she growled aloud as she swiveled around in the chair til she was dizzy.

The room was still spinning as she hopped out of the chair, and she wobbled as she walked down to the exit ramp.

Swearing to herself that she'd beat her cousin back to the ship, she made a beeline right for the Cantina. ::

[Tarn Ardsul]

Krayt Dragon Lounge - Mos Eisley

"Another round for me an' my girl!" A wild hair patron flip over a thin credit that was hefty in value. His long, dirty, blonde hair had two short braids on the side with several black beads found on Naboo. Some native buxom native really liked his hair and insistent that she braid it in traditional custom of friendship. Who was he to argue?

"Ah frell it! Make it two," he exclaimed and then placed both hands on the hips of the girl that was currently straddling him on the bar stool. Tarn leaned up against the bar counter for support and nipped at the girl's neck, keeping her steady with muscular arms that rippled underneath the black t-shirt her wore, covering up most of the detailed wroshyr tree root tattoo on his right arm. "So, what'cha wanna do while we're waiting for the cargo to load?"

It was a rather mundane run for a couple of pirates. Any smuggler could do it really, freighting death sticks across the sector. The extra money was nice and it gave Tarn and Jhena some time alone away from the heckling crew who loved to say, and do, the most rudest sexual comments.

But ... Jhena didn't really know that Tarn sometimes joined in...

[Jhena Belitski]

:: Jhena leaned backwards against the bar as she looked into Tarn's eyes dreamily. Before her life among the pirates, she'd been an indentured servant to a Baragwin Junk Dealer. When she came of age, the Baragwin's interests in her had become carnal. Here she was with her scruffy white knight, the one who saved her from a fate worse than death. There was nothing she wouldn't do to please him ::


"Anything you want ..." she cooed, ignoring the fascinated stares of the patrons around them.

[Zeri Kasajian]

:: Zeri walked in, looking around curiously at all the sentient races in the lounge. Unlike Sorsha, she'd been raised on coruscant, in a mostly human -centric environment. Sitting at the bar, she waved at the bartender for service.

Then she felt something grope her derriere, and she gasped. Whirling around, a lecherous dug flashed her a charming horse grin.

"Hello Baybeee."

Reflexivley, she socked him on the nose with her fist. Hard. The Dug was knocked off his stool onto the floor and a round of laughter filled the place as bets were cashed in on his misfortune.

Huffing at the little perv, she turned around to her drink. Then she spotted a familiar face. One she'd never forgotten. Sliding off her stool, she shouted out loud ::

"OH MY FRACKING GOD!!! TARN ARDSUL!!!"

[Tarn Ardsul]

His leering gaze bunch up into a perplexed look at the booming voice shouting out his name. What furthered confounded the Pirate was the fact it sounded like a shrieking teenager screaming like a crazed fan at a rock concert. But it was better then someone yelling at him before they tried to shoot him dead.

Tarn twisted his neck back and forth to get a good look at the owner of the voice and then eyes went wide eyed in fear.

"Oh dren! What the hell she doin' here?!" he hissed and almost lost his grip on Jhena ...

[Jhena Belitski]

:: Jhena gave a squeak as she was startled, both by the sudden disturbance and the grip on her thighs. She raised her head to look, and narrowed her eyes at the grinny blonde who scampered over to them. She squeaked again as the blonde pounced on Tarn's back, mashing her between him and the polished greelwood bar ::

"OOOooooooggggh!!!"

[Zeri Kasajian]

:: Zeri pounced gleefully, almost flying, as she greeting her childhood crush in a friendly embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck a little too tight. Tarn was sandwiched between two females now, and Zeri was completley oblivious to Jhena as she twitched beneath them helplessly. Tarn was all she cared about ::

"HI, TYGERRR!!!"

[Tarn Ardsul]

This was usually every man's dream, being squished together but two very lovely ladies that they would enjoy frelling all night long. Problem was, the blonde was the sister to Sorsha Kasajian. His ex. Being any where near this kid was all sorts of trouble for him since it was that bitch's fault that he got shipped off to some Force-forsaken listening outpost in the middle of no where.

He had been an exceptional fighter pilot for the Galactic Empire, a somebody that was going to have a long career serving his government. But no. Frelling the wrong chick had him flying solo in space practically, watching the edges of Wild Space for no damn reason.

Oh. And there was Jhena too.

"Hey, kid," he finally said and peeled Zeri's arms off. "Nice to see you but I'm kinda busy ok?"

Course he still had to be cordial. He didn't want Sorsha hunting him down because he pissed off her baby sister.

[Zeri Kasajian]

:: Zeri swallowed the urge to growl at the brush off, and turned on the charm instead. She stretched, allowing him to gawk at her small but perky breasts. Pokies were clearly visible beneath the fabric of her shirt ::

"Not still sore at me for what happened at the birthday party, are you?" :mneh

:: She teased him, sticking out her pink tongue and curling it as she laughed ::

[Jhena Belitski]

:: Jhena peeled herself off the bar and pouted. She didn't like the looks of Zeri at all ::

[Tarn Ardsul]

He snorted and pushed her aside. "I won't have attempted backmail from someone like you, Zeri. So stop."

Nothing happened at that party. He remembered quite vividly the tussle between the sheets was between him and Sorsha.

The Pirate pointed a stern finger in her face. "I don't have time for this."

He slapped Jhena on the ass with a wink, "Be right back. Headin' to the fresher ..."

Pausing in mid-stride, he glared at Zeri over his shoulder. "And you best be gone."

[Zeri Kasajian]

:: Zeri made a kissy face to mock him as he waved his finger at her ::

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ....... "

:: She watched him walk away, then sat on his stool to keep it warm and snurched a sip of his drink ::

"So ..." she said, licking her lips. "... you two are fracking, huh?"

[Jhena Belitski]

:: Jhena's jaw dropped in outrage, and her cheeks burned ::

"Leave me alone, and leave Tarn alone."

[Tarn Ardsul]

Tarn grabbed either side of the sink and let the hot water drip from his nose and chin.

"Krasst!" He slammed the sink and turned around, running fingers through his hair. What was he going to do? Having his ex's younger sister fawning over him was just too weird. What he really wanted to do was strangle her scrawny neck and send her packing back home to Sorsha.

Course, that would only get him killed.

Then his eyes brightened as an idea hit him. He crouched low and opened the door to the fresher quietly. Through the crowd, he saw the two girls talking; Zeri all smug and Jhena embarrassed. Keeping low, he made his way towards the back entrance and thumbed his comm unit. Jhena would recognize it as one of the low priority distress calls that the Black Bloods would use - easily explaining why Tarn had disappeared already.

[Zeri Kasajian]

:: Zeri chuckled as Jhena left, looking back over her shoulder warily. She shrugged and snurched Jhena's drink too. There was still time to kill before Kalail would notice she was missing ::

[Tarn Ardsul]

As Jhena walked down the street, a big muscular arm grabbed her by the waste and sucked her into the alley.

She kicked but before she could scream, her mouth was covered in a callous hand. "Shh!"

Tarn winked at her and shoved her playfully against the wall with a mischievous grin. "Sorry 'bout that bu' ah got us outta there."

[Jhena Belitski]

:: Jhena's eyes spoke loud and clear as they shot daggers at Tarn, and she fussed incoherently through his hand ::

[Tarn Ardsul]

Still keeping her mouth closed, Tarn explained. "She's the younger sister of an old flame tha' has a crush on me! Stupid girl recognized me, kay? Not like I planned this."

[Zeri Kasajian]

"Don't lie, Tarn." :mneh she chimed in from behind.

[Tarn Ardsul]

He leaned forward, eyes closed, and sighed heavily. "What part of go away do you not understand Zeri?"