Log:What Is Love?

A lot about lovin' in the Twi'Lick

OOC Date: February 2, 2016
Location: Twi'Lick Nightclub
Participants: Shun Leto, Siya, Stavros, Zoo'li Chaln

The popular, well-known sleazy club of the Twi'Lick is very much in full motion. The music pulsates in the establishment. Beautiful Twi'lik women dance on the stage in a variety of seductive dance. Smoke is heavy in the air, liquor flows freely. Men hoot and holler at the girls by the stage, while others loung further away in comfortable booths and such. Siya is in one of those booths, lounging idly and watching people come and go.

Peering around curiously as she makes her way in, Shun Leto slips through the beaded curtain that separates the den of mischief from the only faintly calmer outside world. Keeping to the side of the room, arms consistently crossed and expression unimpressed, she meanders without purpose.

"-so I took quick aim, had him right in the sights - you should've seen his face!" A very enthusiastic and bubbly Zeltron with a computer bracer on one arm, goggles on his forehead, and a rifle slung over his should is talking quickly to a couple hardened merc types. "- and I told him, if you don't want to be eating through a-" He's talking with his hands, too, and as he gestures expansively, someone runs into him, sending him stumbling forward towards Shun Leto. Some of his drink precedes him. "Son of a-"

Siya reaches out to take her drink, lifting the swirling blue liquid to her lips. Her gaze peers out and over the moving crowd over the rim of her glass. That is when she spies the other Zeltron. It is rare to find others of her kind beyind the home world. So, she sort of smiles slightly and watches him. Though, as he is bumped into, his drink splashing over and towards the young woman. She cannot help but to laugh at the comical scene.

Shun Leto , arms no longer crossed, glances down at her freshly dampened anterior for a few moments with hands hovering at her sides. Turning her gaze up to Stavros, she cracks the faintest of grins, "Eatin' through a what now?"

"Oh, I am -so- sorry. And he should be sorrier-" The male Zeltron glares for a moment at the inconsiderate patron who bumped him. He was in a real hurry to get a lapdance, apparently. "But I'll make up for him, okay?" He pulls a large handkerchief from one of the pockets on his cargo pants, and steps closer to help dry Shun off. At the last moment, he instead offers the kerchief to Shun Leto herself. Respecting personal space does not always come naturally. "... through a straw," he finishes. "I'm Stavros. Here, let's get you to a seat where you can- Siya!" he calls, as he spots her. "Let's go, that-a-way. I'm sure she'll know how to stop it from staining, and give you some good company. What were you drinking? I'll get you another." He raises three fingers towards the bar and points at Siya's table as they get there. "Siya! I just poured my drink on this poor woman- Siya, meet- ah-" Stavros realizes he hasn't received enough information for introductions. "What is your name, sweetie?" he says with a smile, gesturing towards the booth for her to scoot in.

Eyes wide and lips tight, Shun moves in an accommodating fashion while she attempts to process the information her new acquaintance hastily relays. It takes her a couple of seconds to realize that a question has been asked, and she blinks a few times before responding. "Oh, uh... Shun. Shun Leto. I, uh... thanks?"

Siya watches the awkward meeting between Stavros and Shun. "Hello there!" She gestures to the empty seating area in her booth. "Please! Join me!" She gestures with a slender hand to the available seating. "It has been a while, Stavros. I don't think I have seen you since the fights at the pits." She lifts her ble drink again, taking a sip. "A pleasure to meet you, Shun. You must be new around here." The empath winks to the young woman.

"Good meeting you, Shun. I'm pretty certain the pleasure is all mine," Stavros says with a sheepish grin. "Yeah, I think it was the fight, Siya. We should start a club or something. Zeltrons gotta stick together." He follows Shun onto her side of the booth if she sits down. "I'm new, too. New here," he clarifies. "Can you believe I've never come here?" Drinks arrive by about then. Something red. "Here," he passes one to Shun, slides another to Sia.

Shun Leto takes an opportunity to slide into the booth, and shuffles a bit while she tries to minimize the space she takes up. She uses a brush of a few drops of liquid from her shirt as an excuse to break eye contact. "Glad I'm not the only new one- sorta." The drink is accepted with a faint nod of gratitude.

Siya looks to the red drink and she reaches out to take it and sniffs at the contents. "Ooo.. I like it." She sips from it and indulges in the taste. Looking to Stavros, she smiles. "Well. I kind of like it here. So many people simply enjoying themselves. Why wouldn't you come here? This place is amazing!" She laughs aloud. "Shun, sweetie," Her voice is soft and soothing as she looks to the woman, "Everyone is new at one point. My goodness, I am likely new compared to most people around here. I have only been on NarShadda a couple of months." She leans closer to her, "Though, a sweet thing like yourself, I have to wonder what brings you to the illustrious Hutt district?"

Shun shrugs as she downs a small portion of her beverage. "I've always liked to scope out the territory, and I ain't got much've a job to keep me at home." She tweaks her mouth a bit a squints at the contents of her glass. "Not much of a home to keep me at home. Not that that's a cry for help or anything." Another long swig disappears down her throat.

Stavros nearly spills his new drink as he snorts. "Illustrious? That's one word for it, I guess." He takes a sip. "I don't know what this is, but I like it." He looks over at Shun. "What _do_ you do? And before you answer, remember that nobody's hands are clean, so. It's not like anyone's going to report you to N-Sec or something."

Siya slowly turns her gaze back to Stavros and she smiles to her fellow Zeltron, "Sorry, I did not mean to ignore you. Maybe we should start a Zeltron club or something. That could be a great place for Zeltrons to come to remind them of home.." She sighs, "Though, I doubt we have enough Zeltrons n this planet to fund such a thing." She winks. A shrug comes from her, "I like the Hutts. Well.. I use the term 'like' rather differently. I find them interesting, intriguing. Though, one must always be careful around them. They are simple creatures. Keep to your word, honor them, and they usually leave you alone." She sips her drink and looks back to Shun, nodding to her. "Yes, tell us about you!" Siya looks back to Stav, "My hands are clean thank you very much."

Shun gives the two a sidelong smirk as she responds, "Me? I'm a shrink for computers. I chat with 'em for a bit, they tell me their secrets." She waves off her words soon after they leave her mouth, though, "Nothing so interesting as running a club, though. I'd like ta see that happen. Would the drinks be served inside or outside of containers?" Her smirk seems more heavily directed towards Stavros.

Stavros grins. "Okay. No one on Nar Shaddaa has clean hands - except Siya." He grins wider. "She must have the most exquisite hand soap." He winks at the other Zeltron. A whole lot of winking is going on here today. And not just from the dancers! "Outside the containers, Shun," he says innocently. "At a Zeltron club, the drinks would exclusively be body shots." Listening to Siya, he shrugs slightly. "I've seen too many people hurt by Hutt loans and Hutt deals to really feel comfortable with them. Getting computers to 'find themselves,' though. Potentially lucrative. Everybody needs at least one."

Siya sort of perks up at what Shun says. "Not interesting? Oh no.. that is amazing! I am just a lowly bartender.. I cannot do anything nearly as cool as dealing with computers! Computers hld such interesting little secrets." A nod is given to Stavros, "This is true. Too many people do get hurt. The Hutts are such sensitive creaturs. It only takes the smallest thing to make them go to drastic actions." A long sigh. "It was those drastic actions is why I no longer work for Xanadu. That place had so much potential."

Zool'i Chaln lumbers into the nightclub, towering over many of the patrons. The area around his goggles widens in a bit of surprise and he adjusts his goggles to get a better look at one of the Twi'lek dancer's hindquarters. He looks around for a bit and settles on the gathering of Stavros, Shun and Siya. He approaches and leans down, tapping a bit on the table, "Pardon me, friends. Does anyone happen to know the name of that vexing creature?" He turns and points a clawed finger toward the aforementioned Twi'lek dancer with the sumptuous heinie.

Repeating her shrugging motion again, a temporary staple gesture for the conversation, she remarks, "Some hide wonderous little secrets, some just hide poorly organized cache fi--" She stops as Zool'i approaches, glancing between the imposing figure before her and the voluptuous figure across the room, somewhat lost for words.

"I still haven't heard what happened with Xanadu," Stavros admits. "Just the occasional rumor and people who used to work there seeking new employment. I'd love to hear the story, whenever you feel like sharing, Siya." Eyeing Shun, he begins to say, "You know, I know people who could use-" But Zool'i's arrival has him assessing the Kel Dor instead. "I think she goes by Vami. She works at another club I've been to. What's vexing about her, though?" He looks at the Twi'lek, then back to Zool'i. "She's been gifted with lovely looks and parts, no doubt there. I'm Stavros," he adds. "I hope you don't have bad intentions. If this place doesn't react violently to people who mess with the girls, I'll eat my boots." He narrows his eyes slightly.

Siya glances up to the Kel Dor and smiles warmly to him. "Hello there." She cranes her neck to look around the frame of the man and get a good lok at the booty swaying. The Twi'lek girl spins back around, showing her topless self. "Oh! She is Vami. She is quite lovely. An exquisite creature. Many men find her to be one of their favored dancers." She smiles. Her gaze turns to Stavros and she sighs. "My understanding is that clan matters came up. Zira had to leave and let her employees go. So, she is gone. I have heard many rumors myself. Zira did not even speak to me directly. So, I am only going with bits that I know. Everything she worked for imploded on her. Things happened and boom.. suddenly Xanadu is closed for business." She sighs. "I hear a new Hutt Lord is moving in, Undula. I don't know, I have not spoken to him."

"The patron of my heart is named!" Zool'i muses, a hand moving to his chest and glancing back at the dancer. "Vami. Vami. Vami. Her name is like a kiss upon my auditory sensor organs." But soon, the Kel Dor is crestfallen, and he slips into the booth with the rest of them, his head thumping down onto the table, a metallic clank as his durasteel mask hits wood. "I fear that I may not be her type, however."

Shun, leaving be the conversation between Siya and Stavros, questions her new tablemate even as she appraises him, eyes running up and down his form. "What makes ya say that? I know a lotta people whose type you might be." Despite a satisfactory evaluation, she still refrains from drawing too close to the somewhat formidable alien.

Stavros's expression softens when it becomes clear the Kel'Dor is not threatening, but is, in fact, capsized in a sea of passion. He reaches out to clap Zool'i on the shoulder. "You never know. Love knows no boundaries. There's something beautiful in almost everyone. Some people can see that," he says soothingly. Looking at Siya, his nostrils flare a bit, but he just says "I'm sorry that it worked out that way. I never went to Xanadu; now I can't go."

"Shun," Stavros asks after a moment, "Would you say you're a thick-skinned person? I was about to say, if you're really a whiz with computer systems and can take and dish out insults and teasing with the best of them, I may have a job for you."

"What's your name, friend?" Stavros asks the Kel-Dor.

"Ridiculous," remarks Zool'i, waving a dismissive hand. "I am but a simple engineer, and there she is; the embodiment of beauty. Not a chance." The forlorn Kel Dor sits back up, but slumps a bit against the back of the booth, his hands coming to rest on the table's surface. A brief sigh is released and he offers a small wave to Stavros, saying, "I am Zool'i Chuln."

Shun Leto leans back a bit more comfortably in her seat, continuously suppressing a grimace as she sips a bit more of her drink, "Simple engineer? There hasn't been a 'simple' engineer in this galaxy for a few millenia, at tha least. Trust me, Zool, yer a gem." She gives Stavros her focus and a vague raise of her eyebrow, "Oh? I can take a pretty good beating when I wanna. Just be warned, I don't usually get out much. Y've caught me on a good day."

"Shun is right. A good engineer is worth his weight in plat," Stavros agrees. "You know, me and Siya might be able to put in a word for you. I think it's better not to approach while she's working. If she's thinking of you as a customer, it's different." He looks at Zool'i. "Or," he says pragmatically, "If you simply must have her, if only for an hour or two, you might be able to get one of those rooms." He nods towards the back of the club, where the doors with red lights above them lead to the workspace of the oldest profession. "Tawdry, perhaps, but-" he shrugs. Zeltrons are pretty easygoing about these things, and in that regard, Stavros is no different than his kin.

"Well, think about this, then," Stavros tells Shun: "People to watch your back, a bunk at base and on any ship you serve on, and a steady flow of work."

"How barbaric. Have her?" The Kel Dor huffs at the thought. "One cannot simply take love personified." He shakes his head and crosses his arms. He looks to Shun and says, "Your friend has a twisted sense of propriety, it must be said."

Shun chuckles at Zool'i's comment, "Tell me about it. Has good taste, though." A tap directed at a damp portion of her garb is followed by a snapping of her fingers towards Stavros. "There's tha problem right there. 'Steady flow of work.' I have my moments, but I don't always keep up with reponsibility so well. Just ta make sure you're thinking about that."

"Well, if you're going to be able to count on everyone else, they need to be able to count on you," Stavros says. "Reliability is everything. Still, if you think a new environment and camaraderie would make a difference, we can go back to the Rebel Yell hangar after this. It makes the difference for me."

"Love isn't a crystal, Zool'i, eternal and unchanging. People change. Love can be true even if it passes quickly."

Zool'i Chaln taps idly on his mask. Clink. Clink. Clink. "Perhaps you are right. Perhaps I will...abscond with her." He pauses. "But not this day. I'm far too tired...from all of the engineering, you see." He clears his throat, his voice amplifier turning it into a loud, garbled mess.

Shun Leto offers the man of vivid complexion a genuinely apologetic expression, "I'll admit the idea has appeal, but for you an' your mates' benefit, I think I might hafta decline for now. If ever ya have any need of some freelance computer repair--or breakage, though, feel free to dial me up." Finally working up to engaging in some physical contact, she also gives Zool'i a gentle pat on the arm, "And you and I'll have to talk shop sometime. I'm sure I'd love ta hear what kinda engineering you do."

"Will do, Shun." Stavros scoots around in the booth. "And a pleasure meeting you, too, Zool'i. I wish you well in the affairs of your heart." With a jaunty wave, Stavros finishes his drink, sets it down on the table, and walks towards the exit.

Zool'i Chaln perks up as Shun talks to him, "Oh, I do all sorts." He's finally back in his element. Machines! "I trained mostly to become a shipwright. Capital ships, mostly." A fond look takes of space on his face and he says, "My father used to tell me stories of his time in the Rebellion. Serving about Nebulon Bs. Coming face to face with the might Imperial Star Destroyers. It was all my young heart could do to not burst with excitement."

Shun Leto perks up with interest of her own, smiling as she considers the idea of an enthusiastic young Kel Dor. "That so? Wish I had the stomach ta take on tech as grand as that. You an' your father have some pretty well placed interests, I'd say. Ya say you've been working on one recently?"

Zool'i Chaln shakes his head, "Sadly, no. Not much work in building capital ships, lately. No wars going on, after all." The Kel Dor offers a sigh, "So, instead, I resign myself to tinkering with droids and cybernetics. On occasion, I'll hire myself out to help with starfighter repairs. Things like that."

"Aw, tough luck. But there's always a war goin' on somewhere in the galaxy, I betchya you'll get some solid shipwork yet." Shun awkwardly offers an encouraging thumbs up. "An' it can't be all bad, right? I mean, I've been wantin' to get into droid work myself. Interesting little buggers."

"Oh?" Zool'i asks, turning to look at the young woman. "Perhaps you could find me some other time and I could give you a few pointers." If he could smile, he certainly would be. "However, I must away for now. Perhaps I shall return later to away with my lady Vima." He pats the table and stands up, straightening out his tunic.

Shun chuckles once more while she turns to follow Zool'i's movement as he stands, "I'd certainly enjoy yer company. Though, not as much as Vima migh, I'm sure. I hope you stay well, sir lover." She gives a semi-serious salute to the departee.