"Hmm ..." Sept groaned as his body awakened. His head hurt.

The natural light creeping in through the slits of the curtains also hurt his eyes, but he was somewhere warm - between two women. Eve Siren and Taja Loraan may be animalistic vixens when a large bed and alcohol were involved, but they still slept like peaceful angels, he thought. The seventeen year-old boy sat up slowly, not to startle the two Sithlings and ran his hand to the back of his neck, massaging it roughly. His teenager body could only take so much sex at the same time, he thought with a frown that quickly turned into an arrogant smirk. The truth was that he enjoyed it very much so.

He turned over to the dark-haired woman first. Taja. Lifting his pale hand towards her face, he tucked a few loose strands of her black hair behind her ear, before trailing his fingertips gently over her cheek. After, he slowly turned over to Eve, whose back was turned to him, and leaned down to press his lips against her naked shoulder. He then realized that his tie was still loosely around his neck, though all of his clothes were thrown around Eve's room. The girls always preferred keeping the tie on, for some reason. From the corner of his artic eyes, he spotted the numerous empty bottles of alcohol.

It wouldn't be long now until his lovers would wake up. He slipped out of the bed to prepare some aspirins and coffee. Sept would do anything for his women. He was the luckiest boy alive.

Eve took a deep breath before daring to open her honey-colored eyes. She was so hungover, but not to the point of forgetting last night. A small lips drew over her lips as she turned around to find Taja. Sept was in the small kitchen, she could hear him go through the cupboards. The dark-haired woman's back was facing her. Eve approached her slowly, moving under the warm bed sheets before leaning her head sideways against Taja's soft back, wrapping her arms around her stomach. "Wake up, sunshine." She teased in a whisper, laughing under her breath. Taja often spent her nights in Eve's room, along with Sept, since Grev went missing a lot. Not that Eve or Sept would mind.

Wating for Taja's slow reaction, Eve tried to close her eyes and see what Sept was up to, through the Force. The boy was making them coffee. He's such a cutie, she thought to herself, a bigger smile creeping on her lips as she hid her face into Taja's back. He was newly and only seventeen. Eve and Taja had recruited him when he was sixteen. They had both fallen in love with the handsome silent boy and agreed to give him the best life - murder, sex, rock and drugs. He was happy, though he never truly showed a hint of happiness. The teenager was the moody brooding type. Still, the two Sithlings gave him a great level of adoration.

Not that they needed protection, but nothing was more enticing than a young pretty boy holding up a gun to someone's head.

A low growl resounded from deep within Taja's throat as the Sith's eyes slowly fluttered open, only to squeeze back shut immediately after with a pained whimper. The sound was somewhat akin to the cry a wounded pup might make, as the harsh reality of morning and its accompanying daylight forcefully registered in her mind, all too unwillingly. Her head felt as though several demons had cleaved her skull into neat halves during the course of the night, after much maltreatment with the help of a sledgehammer of course, but had thought kindly enough to carelessly slap the fragments back together right before she awoke. With considerable effort, she lifted a hand to her forehead and groaned, all the while trying to block out the pounding and ringing in her ears.

"What the frell did I get hit by last night … ?"

She could hear Eve softly chuckling to herself from behind. Feeling the length of her arms draped around her waist, Taja shifted to lie flat on her back and, after placing a light kiss on her forehead, gently raised her lover's head to rest underneath her chin. She ran her fingers idly through the woman's blonde-brown hair and exhaled loudly, her other hand still massaging her temples in a vain attempt at easing the relentless throbbing inside her skull. A while had passed from the time when she'd last gone on such a rampant alcoholic binge, and even longer since she had last sought out the company of her two work accomplices and went so far as to spend the night with them. With Grev's recent and, as always, unannounced departure back into obscurity, the Sith had found herself wanting to lash out at him in some indirect way, and what better tactic than one which she herself thoroughly enjoyed, on a personal level ?

Grev.

For just a fraction of a second, a ghost of doubt crossed through her mind. Guilt, perhaps ? The notion was, however, very fleeting, and in any case it was difficult for someone who lacked any semblance of a conscience to harbor such emotions for long. Especially not for a jackass like him, she thought to herself. Asshole.

The door to the bedroom creaked open. "Morning, sugar," she smirked, without looking up. "Rough night ?"

He rolled his eyes, then shook his head as a small half-smile creased his face. Taja was forever a child in spirit, and more often than not acted the part of a naive, shallow and overly promiscuous young girl who had little to no clue about the inner mechanisms of the world around her, as well as one who would not hesitate to throw a raging temper tantrum if and when things didn't go quite her way. While most were fooled by this playful exterior, Sept had seen and heard enough about the Sith Master throughout his year-long tenure at Severe to know otherwise -- there was a reason that title had been bestowed upon her, and although he knew nothing of her Force-related dealings, he almost pitied anyone who happened to cross her path the wrong way.

Then again, he himself had "disposed" of more lives during his short seventeen years than most other kids his age had friends.

Kicking the door closed, Sept made his way over to the large bed, in a state of complete disarray from the night before, and placed the coffee tray on a small table next to it. Eve lay tranquilly napping and curled up over Taja's chest, and the sight of this caused the boy to suppress a quiet laugh that threatened to break her peace. Eve Siren, the dark vixen; seeing her now, it was near impossible to fathom the concept that this woman, too, was a cold-blooded killer, one who was every bit as blunt and forceful with both her opinions and actions as Taja was sly and manipulative. She knew what she wanted, she knew how to get it, and she would eliminate anything and anyone thoughtless enough to argue or interfere with her plans without ever needing to reconsider, or even look back.

That, and she never gave up -- on anything. Sept unconsciously moved his hand to his back at the thought, which was still aching from the overexertion of the previous night.

"You should take those pills quickly. Especially you, Taja, considering how you cleaned out over half our supply all by yourself yesterday. You have a meeting scheduled in less than an hour," he stated in a tone that was a little more haughty than was appropriate, but then again, the Sith were well accustomed to his proud and conceited nature by now to really mind. The two women groaned indignantly; as efficient as he was at his job, and as good as he was in bed, they could never quite get over the fact that he had absorbed a few too many of Vasuki's characteristics -- heck, he was already fully suited and ready for business (he'd taken the time to change his tie, too). It was because of his love for the girls that he was so strict to adhere to protocol, however; past experience had taught him the need for such stringency, when it came to work at least.

And if, despite all that, someone still tried to harm either Eve or Taja in any conceivable way … well, it was safe to say that any inherent teen angst in the boy would be amplified by at least a ten thousand-fold, and the result wasn't going to be pretty.

Eve held back a soft laugh at Sept's words. So young and yet so mature already - something Eve and Taja hadn't learned for a long time after their teenage years. Eve sat up before Taja, pulling up the sheets over her chest. Even though they had all seen each other naked hundreds of times, Eve always felt like daylight would reveal too many imperfections on her body. Oh, insecurity, always there when you need it.

Leaning over Taja, Eve grabbed her pills and her cup of coffee, swallowing the pills before taking a long sip of black coffee. Sept had learned to make the best coffee; it always made her smile as the smell of caffeine caressed her nose. She liked Sept's serious and mature qualities, under his boyish exterior - it made him more appealing to her. "Mmhmm ..." She murmured as she drank."You got pretty wasted last night, pretty lady." She giggled, winking at Taja.

"Wasted is an understatement." He scoffed with a teasing smile directed towards Taja. He cocked his head to the side and readjusted his tie as he watched the two women he cared for the most lazily get out of their daze, out of bed. He sat on the corner of the bed, putting on his black leather shoes as the ladies rolled and groaned before getting out. Each passed by him, kissing him on the head.

It was times like these, peaceful and serene, where he wondered how the fuck did they all turn into cold-blooded murderers at the setting of the sun ? Though he liked the killing, the feeling of warm blood on his hands and the sound of his saber cutting flesh, he learned to enjoy moments like these; when the sun just rose, natural light pouring through the slits of the curtains and nobody's screaming in agony.