Claire sighed as she exited her rather modest space vessel, enjoying a long, slow inhalation of, quite frankly, wide open spaces. Despite the smell of oil and fuel, it felt nice. It was only after this that she noticed the intense hussle and bustle of this station; the livelyness of the force. She grinned and walked along, the heels on her boots clicking as they touched the hard durasteel floor.

She was here on leisure, a privelidge she rarely received, being a member of the Jedi Order. She had just come back from a particularly difficult mission, and she felt worn out. Perhaps she should just rent a hotel room and rest...

A flyer caught her eye, and she walked purposfully towards it.



She laughed, and her first instinct was to denie the anonymous request, but something came over her. Normally she was not the type of girl to come to a party like this... But hey, it sounded wild and sexy and like an all around good time. Plus, she was feeling rather naughty. She grinned mischeiviously. "Something sexy. Of course..."



Claire slowly looked herself over in the mirror, smiling. Her long, slender arms were encased in full-length black leather gloves, to mach the minidress of the same material she had worn for the occasion. The sexy gown was cut daringly short on her thighs, and there were slits on either side well past her hips, held together by small criss-crossing strings. It was and open-backed dress, and revealed her shoulder blades, and the halter-top took care of baring her shoulders for her, as well as a great deal of her bosom. She wore a black choker around her neck, and her personal favorite peice of clothing, skin-tight, thigh-high boots, whitch were laced tightly from thigh to toe. The four-inch heels boosted her height quite a bit, and they certainly added a certain naughty-ness to her outfit.

She turned around slowly, satisfied this would turn the heads of many men, and walked out of her ship, grinning at the stares of the male occupants of the hangar. She called a taxi, and when she stepped out from the vehicle, she was confronted by a vast numbers of party goers, all dancing sensually to wild techno music...

She headed for the bar, sitting calmly on a stool and crossing her legs, waiting for an opportunity to socialize.

OOC: hey there!

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Looking over his shoulder, Sirius ducked through the Kitchen's 'staff only' door, and into the bar , checking left and right to see if he had been made...

Gate-crashing parties could be hazardous on occasion, but as no-one seemed to pay any heed, it was clear he had gotten away with it.

Relaxing slightly, Sirius allowed a smug smile to form, and took in the scene before him...

The party was in full swing , and the various array of lights lit up the many partygoers as they danced, drank, flirted, and made merry.

His smile grew into a broad grin, and he danced his way to the bar, stopping only to gaze upon some of the many women who walked past him now and then.

Sirius approached the bar , and gestured for the Bar keep, and he had to almost shout to make himself heard over the general noise of the party...eventually, after a range of visual hand signs and face pulling, Sirius ordered the drink he was after.

As the Bar Keep prepared it, he looked around him once more, and his eyes settled on a very attractive woman sat near him on a stool, who appeared to be alone...(a crime to be sure)


..we'll soon remedy that!...


He pulled his glasses down to the bridge of his nose to get a better look, then picked his drink up and sauntered over...


"Hey, that's a nice dress. Can I talk you out of it?"

(He said, grinning broadly...)