Nar Shaddaa

((Oh, so very very closed!!))

Well, the image of Darth Xevious in the pool was certainly one Shaisha needed to expel from her mind, and she slumped down in one of the reclining chairs by the pool as she downed half a mug of bloodwine. Adding that up with all the other drinking she had been doing earlier, she was starting to feel the alcohol affecting her, but that was probably just as well.

She sighed heavily and stretched out. "At least that's one way to end this week and a half-long stay on the Smuggler's Moon. Don't think I need to come back here again right away, to be honest."

"No point until they've rebuilt the Huttball arena, right?" He winked and got himself a refill.

"Feels longer than a week and a half Shai. Maybe it was the trip to Makeb? Or all those hospital visits?" He chuckled and walked back over to take a seat next to her.

"They'll probably rebuild that thing pretty fast, I bet. Too much profit not too," she chuckled in return and took a slower sip of the bloodwine this time.

"Hmm... maybe it was hospital visits? Can't say they were much to complain about though, considering the good hands of the doctor."

Since he was next to her, she did what a cat would do; stretch out lazily over his lap like she owned the place.

Cole pulled himself from pool, graceless and all angles, running both hands through his curls, squeezing the water out of his hair. Seeing the purebloods, he moved closer. "Party's winding down," he scratched absently at an imaginary itch on his stomach. He didn't seem to be quite aware that they were the only three remaining... yet.

"Well, we're the only ones left now," she gave Cole a wink as she looked up at him from her comfortable spot across Jo'ren's lap. Even Jitter and Anthy had been sent away as the guests had been leaving to get ready for departing Nar Shaddaa.

"And we still have some time left before we're kicked off this moon..."

An eyebrow goes up and Cole glances around, finally noticing the emptiness around them, "so we are, and so we do." His boardshorts were weighed down with water, and he didn't want to be rude, peeling them off and leaving them in a more or less literal puddle by the pool before sitting next to Shaisha's hip.

He was wearing a pair of budgie smugglers beneath, and the doctor was clearly more show'er than grower, flaunting where the nickname for the swimsuit came from.

Shaisha snickered a little at the sight. "Two layers of clothing for swimming? I would almost think you were shy, Cole..." she teased, her mouth curving in a playful grin as her teeth brushed over her lower lips.

"... Or just wanting to save a little surprise for the after-party?"

With the beginnings of a smirk, he lightly touched her thigh, "just doing my part to make sure no one felt intimidated."

The female pureblood stifled her small laugh by pressing her fingertips to her lips, her white teeth standing in contrast to the red flesh as she bit down on the skin of her fingers.

"That sounds a bit overly dramatic..." she tilted her head back to look up at her male counterpart. "And you don't seem the type to be intimidated easily."

Narrowing his eyes, Cole pinched her thigh, but his smile remained, "you do know how to bruise a man's fragile ego. What are you going to do to make it up to me?" It was increasingly obvious that he felt self conscious, deflecting discomfort with his typical deadpan humour. Glancing Jo'ren reaffirmed his decision not to explain, honestly, his reasons for the layering.

He ran a hand along Shaisha's leg until he reached Jo'ren's thigh, dropping his hand to rest on the massive Sith's powerful leg.

"Admiring your handiwork Doc? Thanks for getting me back up to speed so fast. I think I should get myself a full-time personal physician you know. All those battles still to come..."

He raised his eyebrow ridges at the doc and looked over at Shaisha with a grin.

Stroking Jo'ren's thigh, "even the best artist needs quality canvas. You should get yourself a proper medical droid, I can't stand the thought of some half-ass medic doing a hatchet job on you, either of you." Cole placed his other hand on Shaisha's waist, enjoying the warmth of her skin.

"Oho," Shaisha perked up slightly, and pinched Jo'ren's side. "I claimed him first, Jo'ren."

Slipping an arm around the male pureblood, she pulled herself up slightly. "Though... I'm willing to share..."

"I don't mind being in the middle," Cole smiled lopsidedly, pale eyes glinting as he looked from one pureblood to the other, "nor can I think of anyone I'd rather be stuck between."

His hand left Jo'ren's leg to run through his damp curls. Returning to the Sith's knee, he traced slow, spiralling scrolls up the male pureblood's inner thigh, "and I would enjoy the chance to admire more than just the scars I gave you."

Cole was giving serious second thoughts to jumping ship.