Tatooed Wookiee Casino - Theseus Station
      The large long gambling hall is full of lined up slot machines, and glowing shifting lights. Marble walls covered with elegant tapestries create the feel of being in some exotic palace, with the marble floors adding even more to this feel. Upon the marble floors are elegant red carpets trimmed with gold. The second floor of the casino has winding spiral stairways leading up to it, with a middle opening all the way across the ceiling of the casino allowing those on the second floor to look down. The elegant golden banisters would tempt any thief. The long white glass in the top glows with white light, illuminating the casino. A stage is set up at the very back, and to the left is an elegant cafe with comfortable cushioned chairs, a fireplace, and an elegant menue. To the right is a restaurant hidden behind thin walls, with elegant double sliding doors leading into it. In the restaurant are booths, and comfortable seats beyond what is in the cafe. For the more rich patrons there are servers in elegant white uniforms with buttons down the middle of the vests serving them wine on trays. At least three small bars are stretched out around the huge casino, allowing people to get drink when they need it. It is defiantly a lively place.

      Ayam wanders in, both her lekku resting over the same shoulder and one hand holding onto the skirt of her dress as she walks to prevent tripping. She pauses just inside the doorway and turns her head scanning the crowd, eyes blinking quickly as she checks off faces that are unfamiliar.

      Pallando motions for Eirik to a host of suites set aside for the GSL occasion. He smiles a nod, "Yes I think we have something to acomodate you." He offers a welcoming smile to Ayam as she enters and he inclines his head to her. "Formal or not as you like." He ives final answer to the doctor casually though he himself is in formal attire.

      Eirik nods and says "Thanks ..." to Pallando before making his way off to the GSL suites. A while later he returns, in rather more formal attire. Spying a certain blonde lady he wanders over towards her trying to keep out of her line of sight as he approaches.

      Brushing a lock of hair over her shoulders Kiare enters the casino, a hand unconsciously going to smooth the red dress over her hip. Looking around she searches the crowd for the expected faces at a GSL event.

      Ayam bows her head to Pallando as a way for greeting and then steps toward him holding up finger to get his attention as though she has a question. Her lekku on her shoulders now squirming slightly and falling backwards against her back.

      Turning his back a little as he spies Kiare scanning the room, Eirik pours two cups of punch, and then, peering back over his shoulder to ensure that Kiare is no longer looking his way, he begins to make progress towards her once more, picking his path through the slowly increasing throng of revellers carefully.
      As he moves up behind her he smiles wryly on one side of his mouth, moving to perhaps an arms length behind her and casting an appraising glance over her dress.

      Pallando bows as Eirik departs and waits pateintly as Ayam approaches. He flashes smile as Kaire enters as happily releived to see her in attendence. Once Ayam is before him he nods to her as if in answer to her quiet question, "Certainly, all is in readiness for event number 2?" He looks hopeful.

      Kiare nods her head a little at Pallando as she moves toward him, she extends a hand. "It is nice to see you again."

      "I hope that I'm deserving such a gracious greeting" Eirik says from his position behind Kiare "After all, it's always nice to be greeted by a pretty girl, and I'm sure I'm not the only one that thinks so...." Eirik smiles warmly to Pallando as he says this, and indeed, to Kiare as well, should she have turned around by this point.

      Trying to remain inconspicuous, Mora Rodriguez steps lightly into the room, looking around hopefully for a familiar face. He is disappointed to find that nobody is in attendance with whom he has conversed more than once. He is even more disappointed to notice that he is one of only a few people not dressed formally, choosing instead to attend in his swooping outfit. Oh, well. Mora usually tries to make himself the center of attention anyway, so standing out is not a problem. The Corellian silently begins his inevitable search for a decent ale, Corellia style.

      Ayam steps aside to let the famous people... the racers she's only seen from the stands get their greetings to each other. Eyes distinctly open now and paying attention, her lekku swish back and forth as she tries to match up the fancified folks with their vac-suit images in her head.

      Pallando's smile deepens as Kiare's red slippers carry her towards him. He gives surprised look at the ofrered hand and then apprarently breaks sarian taboo regarding hand touches and takes her hand in his lifting it as he bows down to grace his lips to her hands back, "Welcome, Ms Quinn?" His eyes drift back to Eirik and he offers him smile as well, "Looking good Doc." He comments on the clothing change. His eyes land at last upon Ayam, "Is there obstacle or is all in readiness?" His volume ducks under the converstaion as if this last were for her ears alone.

      Kiare grins at Pallando and nods, "Yes, it is nice that you remember me." Then she hears his address to a doctor and turns slowly, a grin blooming when she sees Eirik. She moves to his side and winks, "It has been a long time. I wondered if I would see you again."

      "Thanks Pall..." Eirik says, and then chuckles softly at a joke that is probably all his own... "You're looking rather sharp yourself ..." as Kiare turns around he offers her one of the glasses of punch that he's carrying "Drink for the lady?" he says, with a smile and then says, in a softer tone "It has been rather a while ... It's good to see you again ..."

      Kiare takes the glass and smiles, "I suppose I didn't expect to see you at this event, but I guess I should have."

      Pallando, who is standing before Ayam, Eirik and Kiare smiles to Kiare, "I do not think I am soon to forget you if ever. I hope you both enjoy yourself this evening." He takes in the docotor with this last and then with a bow of excuse moves to speak softly regarding plans with Ayam, "Yes it converts into a full performance hall. There are dressing rooms that should be all in readiness for you and your troupe."

      By this time Rodriguez has found his way to one of the bars. He orders a Corellian Ale and slides into a seat, engaging in conversation with a few of the nearby patrons. If one were to pass by the bar they would seem to be talking about Coruscanti seafood and its relationship to unexpected changes in atmospheric pressure on Tatooine. He takes a swig of the Ale as it is placed before him.

      With a mincing step in her high-heeled black leather boots, Elana Tracer comes into the casino in a hurry. Her ice-blue eyes scan the crowds, focusing where she thinks her Sarian co-hort Pallando might be caught for a moment's consultation as she perches next to a golden banister. Then she spies him and heads his direction like a concussion missile on target. "Hsssst!" comes her hail as she nears him, grabbing his elbow. "Ernie! Ernie!!!! T-r-o-u-b-l-e!" she spells quickly with all the deftness of the mother of young children.

      Nodding politely to Pallando Eirik says "Hope you have a grand time too, Pall" then turns back to Kiare "Well, I suppose as 'official team doctor' for team FLS, I got an invite ... not that I actually got one, but .. well .. no-one said I shouldn't be here" he chuckles a little "Besides .. I like a party ..."

      Kiare takes Eirik's elbow and mingles with him, sipping her punch and talking to the doctor, "I am certainly glad you came, it might have been very much longer before I should have seen you again."

      Noticing Pallando getting swarmed by fans and friends all around, Ayam makes her retreat saying to Pallando, "Thanks, I'll go see about those straight away." Her lekku tips twirl for a moment and then picking up the skirt of her dress to avoid tripping, she walks away.

      "Then I'm very glad we've had this opportunity to meet up again" Eirik says in between sips as he and Kiare mingle together "How has" he seems to be searching for a way to say something "... your work been treating you?" he asks in the end "I'm sure it can be rather taxing ..."

      After smiling to a few fans who pass, Tracer lays her palms flat out in a helpless gesture. "No one's heard from Kartijan. None of her vessels shows on a manifest yet and so we have no t-r-o-p-h-i-e-esses!" Speaking through hissing teeth, her crystalline eyes widen in a stressed out the prom is going to be a bust expression. "That's what the trouble is!"

      Kiare squeeze Eirik's arm, "It has been very busy, but I think it is going well. Sadly I have had very little time for much other than work." She smiles up at him, "I made special plans and arrangements in order to be here this evening, and now I am glad that I did."

      Pallando's eyes dilate in panic at Tracer's news and his epad again rises as he punches in some data, "Aye her vessels are not even in system. Tongue slides over his teeth as his thoughts race, "Well we have the plaque behind the curtain, unveil it. We can say we foolishly hired a bothan corp to make the Trohpies and they let us down. As soon as countess Lore gets the trophies we can send them out?"

      Eirik smiles at Kiare as she squeezes on his arm, and, having finished his punch puts down his glass and lays his hand over hers "As am I ..." he says "I very nearly didn't come - I just happened to notice a message that the party was happening and thought I might crash it, so to speak ... we should try to arrange happy accidents like this more often, don't you think?"

      Tracer pause a beat as if frozen. Her mind calculates and then she nods vigoursly, bopping her elegant black hair-do in the process. "Yeah. We can do that." Her eyes scan the room and find the curtain. "There's a plaque? What plaque? And I'm leaving the Bothans out of this," she assures with a don't get me started look.

      The bar Rodriguez is sitting at erupts in laughter for a few seconds, and then returns to normal volume. Mora raises his glass to those of the men on either side of him, one a racer for Team Com-Cor, which Mora is connected with, and the other for Team Sigma, which is apparently connected to Com-Cor. Mora supposes that makes sense as he takes a sip of what he has concluded is a relatively good-tasting Corellian ale.

      Kiare grins brightly Eirik again, "We should, and much more frequently. But then I am so busy, it would have to be made well in advance so that nothing could disrupt them."

      Pallando tries to contain his mirth at her further Bothan exacerbation than his own, "Yes the plaque for the GSL office that lists this years winners, we can reveal it in lieu of trophies tonight. I need you to make the speach though as I've got a CSA Security awards honor down stairs in a few minutes."

      Nodding Eirik walks further around the room with Kiare, nodding politely to numerous people that he's only ever seen with swoop visors over their faces, and passing by at well over a hundred kilometers an hour. The few FLS swoopers that he knows he greets, but name where possible. "I suppose you do have rather an ... important ... and not to mention time consuming, I've no doubt, job ..."

      Kiare rises on her toes and kisses Eirik's cheek, "Tonight there is no job, only the swooping and the banquet."

      Tracer grabs Pallando's arm as he's about to walk out and leave her hanging. "You what?!? Great, just great!" she glares with the tone of long-old-lovers spat heavy in the air now as she lets go if him almost immediately again. "Fine. Fine!" she says, raising small white hands over her head and getting a heading on the platform with the curtain and the plaque.

      Pallando forces a good nautred smile upon Tracer, "You will do fine, your best work is always under stress." He beams one of his more charming smiles to her. "Besides, VanSen is being greatly honored to night I dont think you'd want me late for that." He winks coyly.

      Flushing a little as Kiare kisses his cheek Eirik smiles "Well, that's something I'm rather glad of, my dear" he says "Though, of course, I should be careful ... we wouldn't want my team mates thinking that I'm fraternising with the enemy, now, would we?"

      Tracer pauses long enough to raise a questioning brow. "Oh? He didn't mention it."

      Kiare winks at Eirik, "I'll tell them I drugged you."

      Kwi'Del stalks confidently into the casino on Naota's arm, half-lidded eyes levelly surveying the scene in search of familiar or interesting faces.

      Eirik chuckles a little at this "Is that so?" he says, smiling at the blonde beauty on his arm "I would hope that you wouldn't have to stoop that low, you know" he continues "After all, I'm not exactly here under duress"

      Rodriguez, sitting at this bar thoroughly enjoys himself, suffers his second moment of severe disappointment tonight as he remembers what he was asked to do. He excuses himself from the racers he had been talking with at the bar, and begins searching the vicinity for the racers on a list he has memorized.

      Pallando nods and shurgs, "I've stopped guessing what he does and doesnt tell you. I dont think he is in system yet but I will still award him.... Posthumourously." He grins and pushes her towards the stage.

      Stepping through the main door with Kwi on his arm Ta pauses for a second, also surveying the Casino for familiar faces.. then he just nods to some of the nearby swoopers in a friendly greeting.. then turning back to the young 'lek he smiles warmly "So, shall we check out the bar.. or do you need to get ready for your dance?"

      Kiare winks at Mora has he walks past and then looks up at Eirik, "I should hope I don't have to, but I might if I did have to."

      Kwi'Del laughs quietly to her companion, lifting her chin to look up at him, quirking a wry smile as they come to a halt near the door they've just passed through. "I don't actually know when I'm due on stage, I confess, 'Ta. For all I know, I might be supposed to be there in a few moments, though I would hope that Ayam would have warned me if the schedule were quite so tight.... Assuming it's not, a drink would be nice."

      Tracer's eyes narrow as icily as they are blue at that and she nearly stumbles at the push. But she recovers with grace to ascend the platform. Houselights dim slightly to draw focus to the petite brunette as she takes the stage and a spotlight finds her there. The band that has been playing wraps up continuing the focus on the presenter. Into a floating mic she speaks, sans podium.
      "Good evening racers and fans!!!" Those who figure out what's going on raise their voices in a return wave of noise to her greeting. "Welcome to the Galactic Swoop League Season End Party and....uh....awards!" Elana's white teeth flash brightly as her charm kicks in over nervousness.

      "Let's make a deal, dear" Eirik says "Shall we?... I'll ensure that you never need to drug me, as long as you promise never to drug me ..." he breaks off as Tracer begins her speech, turning towards the stage "Looks like the show's begun ...." he says.

      Pallando appaluds as Tracer begins and he retreats closer to the exit ready to make get away to the Security function at the water park soon.

      Rodriguez listens to something in a comlink, and rushes toward the door, wary of Tracer's step into the spotlight. As he notices Kiare, he taps her on the shoulder and whispers, "Ms. Quinn, I've been meaning to speak to you, please find me before leaving tonight." With that he makes a mad dash for the door, which he waves out of. When he re-enters a few seconds later, he is accompanied, panting, and glad not to have made himself late for the real show.

      Giving Kwi's arm a little squeeze Ta smiles and nods "All right, lets see if we can find Ayam.. she should be here.. somewhere.. or maybe one of the organizers? I'm sure they'll be able to tell you when you're supposed to be on.." then with that he moves forward slowly, making his, their.. way through the small crowd.

      "It was an incredible year, wasn't it?!" Another wave of enthusiastic noise answers her, fueled by intoxicants of all sorts and the general rowdiness of a racing crowd. "Full of incredible racers, incredible machines, and this year especially, incredible teams!! But y'all don't want to here me drone on about it. Let's show you!"
      And with that, a two vidscreens light up on either side of the stage and show a montage of best and worst moments.

      Eirik turns his head to watch the departing Rodriguez and then raises an eyebrow to Kiare "Friend of yours?" he says wich a light chuckle, before turning back to the stage "Perhaps I should make sure you're alone to see him later" he says as an aside.

      Pallando watches the holo montague and winces a few times as he is shown as agony of defeat more than once. He groans as if in remembrances of those mishaps.

      Mora puts his arm around Freya and whispers to her. "Relax, girl. The only thing to be afraid of is a drunk Commander. If you see him, by the way, don't say anything. He races under a different name for a reason, at least that's what I figure." Rodriguez winces as well as he is shown waving enthusiastically to the crowd at the Flipside, as if he's already won the race when clearly he has not. About half a second later his swoop hits the ground and tears itself in two. "Err... you didn't need to see that," he tells his companion.

      Kwi'Del saunters along beside Naota, accompanying him towards the bar. Rather distracted by the eye-catching display on the vid-screens, her gaze continually drifts to the fast-moving scenes of victory and disaster, though she pays enough attention to her course to avoid the need to interupt her elegant progress. "Master Pallando is apparently the individual primarily responsible for organising the entertainment of which I am supposed to be part", she murmurs quietly to Naota. "Though it is due to take place, if my information is correct, in a stadium rather than a casino named as some odd sort of memorial to Wookies..."

      After a good four to five minutes of footage with raucous music and editing making for an exciting presentation, the vid ends and the focus returns to the former GSL Chairbeing once again. "That had to hurt!" Tracer says with a cute wince and just enough vinegar in her tone to tell Pallando she's glad it hurt. "So without further ado, let me present the winners circle for this years GSL Season! Congratulations to all racers and teams and thanks to all the great sponsors. Oh...and you'll all be getting your trophies later via courier. Race on!"
      And with a fanfare the curtain pulls aside to reveal a very large flashy holographic plaque listing all the winners and teams standings for the season. The band then launches back into dance music as the lights shift focus away from the presenter and Elana Tracer leaves the platform and is greeted by a much needed drink from a waiting waiter.

      Freya hangs onto Moralis, all these people, all the sounds and lights and all. Good to have someone to hang onto. She looks up in time to see Moralis crash and she laughs, a few seconds later she says "Hey, are you sure it is such a good idea to get me into swooping ?"

      Pallando gives another racus round of applause as the montague ends and for Tracer's presentations of the winners before he ducks out.

      Diverting his attention between the screen, his companion.. and of course where he's going Ta just nods to the young 'lek girl with a chuckle "Yes, of course, after all.. this is Theseaus, so yeah, it would be Pallando who's running the show.. I suppose if we can't find Ayam then after grabbing a quick drink we should go and see if Earnest's around.. I just want a drink, I feel almost naked without a glass in my hand.. hey, look! That's me!" he points to the holo display before it ended then shaking his head he sighs "And that's me again.. missing the ramp.. you win some, you lose some eh?"

      Kiare groans at an image of herself clipping Cantrell's swoop in the bend of the u-turn around the nebula and settles into a seat with Eirik beside her.

      Eirik watches with interest as the holos flash by, visibly cringing at some of the FLS crashes ... well aware of what happened immediately after the prangs that some in the room appear to be making light of ... occasionally he drops his head, shaking it sadly as a racer takes a dive that they didn't quite get up from as well as they might have done ... at least none of the crashes shown resulted in a death ... at least, that he knew of.

      Footage continues to run on the vidscreen of more of the best and worst moments as the band plays on loudly.

      Mora chuckles. "As long as we get you into a better swoop and have you practice a little before you try to race at the Flipside, yeah, I think you'll be alright." In a similar display to Ta's, he points to one of the more recent. He is chasing his Grade 2 swoop, the Stolid Corellian, on a borrowed Grade 1 swoop, and quickly losing ground. Luckily for him, the opposite screen immediately shows him pulling a barrel roll through the trash compactor at Nar Shaddaa's Flipside track. He smiles as the plaque is presented. "If I'm not mistaken, my name should be on there somewhere. Now, let's see if we can't find a friend of ours, or some drinks, eh?"

      Kwi'Del giggles, shaking her head at Naota. "I can see the appeal of a very fast vehicle... but not the appeal of trying to ram oneself face-first into a wall at the speed of sound. I can imagine that it would be very exhilerating indeed to win a race - or even just get around the course in one piece - but...." She giggles musically, languidly shrugging her shoulders. "An odd hobby, to be sure."

      Freya nods "yeah let's get some drinks, I need to loosen up a bit." Freya grabs a drink from a tray carried by a waiter. She takes a big gulp of it and is almost drowning in it. She sputters and coughs "That was hooooot. I need something else."

      Looking around the room with mocked fear on his face Ta drops his voice to a whisper "Shhsss.. think about what you're saying, and where you're saying it.. this whole room is packed with a bunch of hard core swoopers, we'll get keeeeeled.." he says with an impish look, then he nods and his expression becomes serious.. well, a little more serious than earlier as he goes on.
      "Well, I guess it's not for everyone, but once you try it you're hooked.. well, maybe not everyone would be, but as a pilot it's the ultimate challenge for me.. just me and my swoop.. no shields, no sophisticated instruments, just me and what's barely more then a gigantic engine under me.. racing though the neck-breaking course at near supersonic speed.. it's certainly a rush.. almost as good as sex.."

      Watching the ever changing images on the screen Eirik puts his hand around Kiare's and squeezes it a little "Just be careful when you're on that thing of yours" he says, the concern clear in his voice "I swear they should carry a health warning you know ... 'swooping can seriously damage you' - I think that's succinct and to the point ..."

      Mora can't help chuckling, although at the same time he flags another waiter. The waiter nods to him, and Mora, never having removed his right arm from Freya, begins leading the way toward the server. The waiter waits patiently. As he passes by Ta, closer than is necessary, he makes a point of hissing at him. "That's a matter of personal opinion, kid," he tells his old XO with a smirk. After passing the pilot, he holds his free hand, the left, behind his back and out of Freya's sight, flashing Ta an obvious thumbs up and pointing to his right.

      Kwi'Del giggles and shakes her head at Naota once more, though she delays her reply long enough to acquire a drink. Sipping from it, she peers at him over the rim of the glass. "I have heard it suggested more than once in the past that bikes are a rather unsubtle metaphor for sexual activity", she says with an amused smile. "And you seem to confirm it...." She glances around, pursing her lips. "Hmmmm. No sign of Master Pallando nor of Ayam nor any of the other girls here, that I can see. I think that I should probably go down to the arena and check up on how things are going."

      Kiare squeezes Eirik's hand and winks, "I'm safe.. I promise when I race I stay safe."

      Eirik turns to look at Kiare and smiles softly "I hope so ..." he says "You're job's dangerous enough, without you risking yourself racing ..."

      Ordering a glass of Corellian ale Ta leans onto the shiny bar-top with his left elbow as he waits for the tender to return with his drink, then at Kwi's words he just laughs out and nods "Well, I don't know, I mean, when I want to talk about sex I talk about sex, I don't use metaphors and such, what's the point? If you can't even say the word then you really shouldn't be talking about it.."

      Then he just shrugs "But I guess that's just me.. some people might be more.. I don't know.. hesitant to simply say what's on their mind.." then as his drink arrives he picks it up and takes a sip "As you said.. I am somewhat odd.. anyway, all right then, would you like me to escort you?"

      Kiare laughs softly, "But I have a doctor to take care of me."

      Eirik raises an eyebrow at the blonde woman sitting next to him "Is that so, Kiare Quinn?" he asks wryly "And when did you find your own personal doctor to look after you?"

      Kwi'Del takes a longer sip from her drink, then flashes a grin up at Naota. "If you would like to see me perform for the first time, then feel free. As I understand it, it's a performance laid on chiefly for the benefit of the security forces here in the CSA, but other people from the swoop racing staff and teams are invited if they want to attend."

      Rolling his eyes Ta throws his companion a grin "What do you think? I spent three hours locked in my own cockpit so you could practice freely without interruptions.. do you honestly think that I'd miss the actually show now? Gee.." he says then draining his glass he pushes off from the bar and extends his arm to her again "Shall we? And I'm sure that once we get there we'll find someone who can give you some information and show you where to change and such.."

      Kwi'Del nods, setting aside her glass, then guiding Naota towards the exit. "I hope that I'm not late...", she murmurs anxiously.

      Kiare winks at Eirik and finishes her drink, "The day I met you, I think." She squeezes your hand gently.

      Eirik chuckles some more "Is that so?" he says

      Eirik smiles at Kiare "Well, you'll just have to make sure that you only get hurt when your doctor's around then, won't you?" moving a little in his seat he says "I heare there's some kind of performance going on on the station soon ... any idea if thats connected with the swooping?"

      Freya is concentrating on breathing.

      Kiare shakes her head, "It's something to do with the CSA soldiers. It might be that thing Pallando had to leave for, something about an award for the CSA prex."

      Eirik blinks "The who?" he asks shaking his head and shrugging a little "Well .. I suppose we could always go for the show, as things seem to be winding down here.....unless you have other ideas?"

      Taking a drink from the waiter, Rodriguez leads his guest in Kiare's direction. With any luck, he'll get a quick word in with her before she leaves. "Ms. Quinn!" he tries to shout over the general noise encompassing the place. "Come on, Freya. I need to talk to her before she goes, she's the only person on my list of required contacts who hasn't left yet."

      Freya rushes after Moralis, trying to keep up.

      Kiare stops, hearing someone call her name she stops and winks at Eirik before turning to see who is calling her name. Ooooh. Him she remembers, the cute one she was gonna have lunch with before he ran off.

      Eirik turns to look the way Kiare is looking "Well well ..." he says "It looks like you're the popular one with the men tonight" he says "Perhaps I should leave you two alone?"

      Reaches Kiare quickly enough, albeit out of breath and probably having spilled half his drink on other patrons. "Ms. Quinn. I need to speak with you, but it is not a conversation to be had in public." He raises a hand to Kiare's companion. "That won't be necessary, sir, but thank you." The Corellian removes a folded piece of paper from a nearly invisible pocket at the calf of his jumpsuit. "Read this- and please, don't lose it unless you destroy it. I don't particularly cherish the thought of any of my enemies learning a good way to bring me out in the open." He offers his rival the paper.

      Kiare takes the paper from Mora and arches a brow at him, "Of course..." She looks up at Eirik and shrugs but turns to read the paper to find out what's so important.
   It's a letter of sorts. A very elegantly written one at that. A few no-name racers have signed it, along with Mora. It's a fairly lucrative business proposition, an offer to join Team Corellia. Swoop upgrades will be half standard price for you if you do, new swoops will be free, and you'll keep all your winnings. It also mentions that you shouldn't say a thing about it here, and at the bottom includes a number of different ways one might contact Mora.

      Eirik folds his arms accross his chest and murmurs "Oh to be a superspy" and then chuckles a little "Do men frequently approach you with deep dark secrets about themselves?" he asks Kiare, raising a brow at Moralis as he does so.

      Freya is standing next to Moralis, trying to look like she knows what is going on, all the while trying to remember where she has seen Kiare before.

      Kiare tucks the note into the bodice of her dress, "I will think on this and get back to you." She laughs softly at Eirik's euphamisim for the shuffling she does.

      Eirik casts his gaze over the woman next to the stranger who's handed a letter to Kiare and give's her the 'eyebrow equivalent' of a shrug, before turning his curious gaze back to Moralis

      Rodriguez nods to Kiare as he puts his arm back around Freya. "Nice season, by the way. Thanks for the competition."

      Kiare smiles brightly and nods, as she turns to take Eirik's hand and leave.