|
|
Post by Jet Almeara on Dec 12, 2008 19:17:55 GMT -5
"In here Sagara"
Jet called as the other omen entered the ship, after she joined her and sat down Jet began to debrief her on her current mission which she was saddened to learn was leading absolutely nowhere fast. Sighing sllightly she handed her a package and begin to go over it with her.
|
|
|
|
Post by Taaru Masako on Dec 12, 2008 20:17:11 GMT -5
"Don't presume to stand between me and my grooming habits. Eet ees sensitive issue."
He picked up his empty glass from the nightstand and tossed it to her.
"Fill er up."
|
|
|
|
Post by Avery Heartshorn on Dec 12, 2008 20:21:12 GMT -5
She caught his glass and stood again, a little uneasy this time. The drinks were strong, and the couple she had before coming here were stronger. She knew she only needed a couple more before she got drunk...and a couple after that to be stupidly drunk.
After pouring them each a glass she handed him his and sat down at her desk. With one hand she tapped her fingers against the wood, absent-mindedly playing an invisible piano, and she held her drink in the other, taking a sip from it every once in awhile.
"So how old are you?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Taaru Masako on Dec 12, 2008 20:28:26 GMT -5
Her question was met with a raised eyebrow as he sipped the proffered drink: "No one ever told you not to ask gentleman's age?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Avery Heartshorn on Dec 12, 2008 20:30:08 GMT -5
"That rule only applies to women and you know it."
She smiled lightly and propped her legs up on the desk.
"So how old are you?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Taaru Masako on Dec 12, 2008 20:37:44 GMT -5
He humors her: "Judging by number of candles on cake from last birthday....zero. There was no cake. Judging by my official files with Corellian government....zero, because it's confidential. Judging by my birth certificate....zero, because the records in the department of interior of my home planet were burned to ash, along with rest of planet..."
He finished his glass in two gulps. He needed it to numb the memories.
"But since you ask so nicely....63 standard years."
|
|
|
|
Post by Avery Heartshorn on Dec 12, 2008 20:41:38 GMT -5
"And still healthy as can be..."
She, taking his lead, finished her own drink as well.
"63 years is a long time..."
|
|
|
|
Post by Taaru Masako on Dec 12, 2008 20:49:33 GMT -5
"Yes, some would say an unnaturally long time...." She was quite obviously well on her way to intoxication.
|
|
|
|
Post by Avery Heartshorn on Dec 12, 2008 20:53:54 GMT -5
"Yeaaaah... it is sort of an unnaturally long time for someone who doesn't look a day over 28..."
She enunciated each syllable of the number as her eyebrows rose. She tilted her head with a suspicious look in her eye. Drunk or not, she wasn't dumb.
|
|
|
|
Post by Taaru Masako on Dec 12, 2008 21:02:02 GMT -5
"Your powers of perception of daunting...."
He shook his glass in front of her to have her fill it again. He was adamant to empty this bottle.
"In one part of my people's history, during the 40 years of our war of independence, we were forced to very desperate measures. Many things we are not proud of, many things we do not discuss, amongst ourselves or with outsiders."
"One of those things was eugenics....and now more than 80% of the remaining Thruvaran population has incredibly long lifespans, for near-humans."
|
|
|
|
Post by Avery Heartshorn on Dec 12, 2008 21:06:35 GMT -5
She tossed him the bottle. There wasn't too much left, but she knew she should stop. She felt warm and pleasantly dizzy. The room shook a bit, but Taaru's form remained perfectly clear and still on her bed.
"So when you're 128, you'll look 56?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Taaru Masako on Dec 12, 2008 21:14:56 GMT -5
"Your deduction and mathematics are also very sound. You are too smart for your own good, Ms. Avery."
Emptying the remains of the bottle into his glass, he dropped it and punted it out the bedroom door. The shattering of glass on the downstairs hardwood floor announced the arrival at its destination.
"How old are you, then, Ms. Avery? Are you some elaborate species as well?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Avery Heartshorn on Dec 12, 2008 21:20:50 GMT -5
"Yes of course, because multiplication is so difficult."
She laughed a bit.
"No, nothing special here...I'm 25. Too young for important things, but old enough to know better."
She was drunk. She was clearly drunk. Her cheeks were red, and she rubbed her forehead as if the drunken-ness would wear away.
|
|
|
|
Post by Taaru Masako on Dec 12, 2008 21:36:48 GMT -5
He got up and maneuvered his way, somewhat haphazardly, to the cabinet he had initally gotten the glasses from, and poured the both tall glasses of water from a pitcher that was provided by the mansion's cadre of servant droids.
"Here," he offered her the glass. "Sober up."
|
|
|
|
Post by Avery Heartshorn on Dec 12, 2008 21:42:39 GMT -5
"Thanks..."
The glass was cold against her skin and was a nice change from how warm she felt. She drank half the glass and then pressed it against her neck just under her jaw.
"Why did you come find me? How did you know I was like my Dad?"
Her eyes rose to meet his and she exhaled loudly.
|
|
