Through his drunken haze, Bleu took in the sight of his most recent bloody keeper grinning right after trying to take his underwear.
Great, he’s a bleedin’ pervert, tryin’ ta snag me drawers and tha like. Joke’s on him, tha only reason I’m even sportin’ these still is cause they’d throw me out otherwise!
“Now then, Lord Bleu, will you be coming back to Selen willingly or in cuffs?”
“Kinky bastard ain’t ya,” grumbled Kord, stepping back from the couch and holotable, trying not to be distracted by the image of swaying hips and flicking tail. He was partially successful, though not so much that he caught Aiden’s look of confusion at his comment. The sound of glass crunching under boot brought him back into the moment as the armor-clad figure stalked towards him.
The Human reached for him, his hand grasping naught but air as the Ryn seemed to twist out of the way in a manner that struck him as physically impossible. He was starting to wonder if the Consul’s species didn’t have ribs from the way he was moving. An opportunity seemed to open as Bleu’s dodge resulted in his tripping over his own feet and falling to the floor. Aiden moved in, stuncuffs in hand still and seeking to end things before they escalated further, but felt a fresh warning through the Force. The Shadow Lord twisted on the floor, coming up on his shoulders, tail helping balance him somehow as his legs lashed out, driving Aiden back. It ended with Kordath rolling back to his feet, swaying.
“Ya know, if you was smart,” the Ryn started, feeling his now wet hair starting to itch annoyingly, “ya’d nae have woken me up. Methinks you was just lookin’ for a fight, do nae think Zuji is gonna appreciate that, lad.”
Aiden’s hands clenched and relaxed as he approached, his stuncuffs returned to his belt. This was proving to be more frustrating than he liked, especially since the Ryn seemed to be stumbling back towards the entrance to the club public area. An audience was not something the man wanted to deal with.
“Consul…” he began warily as the drunk glanced over his shoulder at the noise, turning back to look at the Human with a grin. “Have some shame, sir, don’t go running out in your—” he watched the Ryn drunkenly run out into the club proper and sighed, “skivvies.”
What did I do to deserve this? Yes, I’m indebted to his ex, but this is getting ridiculous, he thought as he pursued his target. As soon as he left the confines of the private area he was blasted with thumping music and his senses assailed with dozens of scents. His head turned this way and that, scanning the room visually while his mind reached out through the Force. It wasn’t hard to track the Shadow Lord through the crowd, they parted quite quickly for the naked, smelling Ryn. The anxiety of the club was growing, making it more difficult to focus on the drunkard’s signature. Aiden couldn’t help but wonder if that was a calculated move or just another display of Kordath’s innate ability to make this more difficult.
He began to follow the inevitable shouts of surprise and disgust that followed his target, pushing his way through the crowd when he had to. As he managed to work his way through a group of dancing Zeltrons, doing his best to ignore the scents they put off as they greeted his tall, armored form, he spotted his prey among the gambling tables. He looked to be in some kind of shouting match with a Gran, the three-eyed gambler rumbling at him in what sounded like...Huttese? Aiden wasn’t familiar with the language, but he recalled Zujenia briefing him on Kordath’s ability to speak it. Whatever they were discussing seemed to come to an end as the Ryn spotted him, giving him a drunken grin and pointing towards the Human.
“Oh, joy,” muttered Aiden as the larger alien walked towards him. It was impressive how much bigger the Gran got the closer he came before it spat out some words in a tongue he didn’t understand. He glared up at the broad-shouldered gambler and stepped to his left to go around him, only to find the Gran blocking his way. “Get out of my way.”
The man chuckled at him and continued to step from side to side to block him. From the corner of Aiden’s eye, he could see several of the club’s infamous bouncers observing. A quick touch with the Force suggested they were amused, and also anticipating something. Realization swiftly dawned on him.
Oh, that’s cute. Trying to get me thrown out by starting a fight where the bouncers can see me. Wonder how Bleu managed to get this guy to agree.
A commotion started further into the gambling area, a woman screaming. The bouncers looked to one another and slumped their shoulders in resignation, turning to follow the source of the scream. The Gran in front of him seemed to shake with a chuckle before stepping aside, again speaking in a foreign tongue.
Guess that didn’t go to the Consul’s plan, either.
He followed the screams as well, finding without much surprise the Ryn sprawled across a Sabaac table, clutching some kind of long-stemmed glass filled with a bright liquid. The bouncers were closing in, and with a sigh of annoyance, Aiden knew he had to get the Shadow Lord out of this. Getting him out of a cell later would be more difficult, and attract unwanted attention to the Clan. A look around the area showed an entrance to what may be the kitchen or a refresher, he wasn’t sure right now and had no time to worry about it while he pushed past the shocked onlookers to grab Kordath by the back of his neck and drag him off the table, ignoring the man’s yelp as he was pulled by the scruff. Stooping low to break the bouncer’s line of sight, he backed with way through the door he’d spotted, pulling Bleu along with him.
He wasn’t even surprised that the Consul hadn’t spilled his pilfered drink.