Too Much Foofarah (private)

[Talau]

(( Lia's dress (only hers is dark blue) clothingsanctuary.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/pink-cocktail-dress.jpg ))

Italia was anxious, yes. It was a little easy to tell this from the way the little auburn woman toyed with what there was of her lengthening hair or fiddled with her dress, smoothing it down or trying to rid it of wrinkles in the fabric that only she seemed able to see. Why was she so nervous? The answer was simple really...it was about six feet tall, about 195 pounds or so of well maintained body mass, had the most amazing olive colored eyes, and a personality that could inspire nearly anyone with half a brain...speaking of brains, there was one of those involved too. To put it simply, the source of her nervousness had a name: Solus'ad Atiniir, and though not normally nervous around the man, this was her first time wearing a DRESS around him, and THAT was what had her on edge.

She had commed him only a few minutes ago, but that was enough time to let the thoughts and doubts seep into her mind as she waited in the common area near the docking terminal. Once again nervous hands ran down the deep blue cloth that swirled around her knees and tapered down into a slight curve at her heels. She felt awkward without her hair beads, but there had always been times when they were just impractical, especially when trying to blend in. So, instead she had employed the use of a thigh strap that held five (of the potential ten) throwing daggers that fit into it. They were concealed easily enough by the loose and floating material that her dress was made of, and since she wasn't about to wear her armor to a party that wasn't formal, they helped her feel a bit more secure.

...Just in case.

She studied her reflection for a moment in the mirror that sat on the wall across from her. Lia sighed slightly and vaguely wished that he'd not kept her hair so short for so long a time...she'd have really liked to do SOMETHING with the, bordering unruly, auburn locks...especially the more she watched the pretty zeltron women and party goers, their hair done up or braided nicely, some even adorned with various hair pieces. For as tough as the fiery little mando could be, she liked getting dressed up and looking nice from time to time. "Showing off her pretty feathers," as she put it, and letting people know that she was, in fact, a woman. That was nice to do every once in a while...letting people know you were a woman and not just a feminine looking man. This was yet another reason why Italia had decided to grow her hair out at least a little bit more.

Emerald green eyes gazed back at her from the mirror and she looked away, sighing. Things were rough lately, but she had determined to put up a good show, and hopefully trick herself into having a good time. So far she'd been doing a fairly good job of it, and now all she needed was for that goofy Mandalore to get his arse down there and...hopefully not think she looked like a sheep walking on it's hind legs.

[psf]

Solus'ad rode downward on the lift. There had been a couple people who had almost gotten onto the lift with him, but the second they caught site of his armor, and his scar they had tried to casually steer clear of him, and act like they couldn't see the open elevator. He smiled thoughtfully at that and felt almost gladdened that he could still intimidate simply by looking like he'd been through all kinds of Osik. That was an accurate description, but that didn't matter.

The doors opened and the throng of people that were greeting new comers in the docking bay were spilling out into the main hall. A Zeltron woman seeing him so handsomely dressed pounced on him, gave him a kiss, and laid a wreath of blue bioluminescent flowers on his head. He felt slightly embarrassed and molested. It would be in very poor taste to have chased her off with his Beskad, though it had been tempting. He rubbed his knuckle plate vigorously hoping to get it reflective enough so that he could see if the Zelt had left any lipstick on his cheek. His cheek seemed clear of any embarrassing marks, so he searched for Lia.

He wasn't sure what she'd be wearing, though she had sounded nervous over the comm. He didn't see her anywhere at first, so he put his image of her out of his mind and simply began to look at each female he saw that loosely would fit her description. Truly a lot of lovely ladies had come to this party but none were Italia.

His eyes passed over her at first. He realized that a very lovely lady was fiddling with her hair and dress near one of the mirrors there in the main hall. He cocked his head to the side and started toward her. The closer he became, the more sure he became that it was her. He had never seen Italia Firians quite like that before.

An indigo blue silky dress that seemed made of the ether itself, floated about her petite frame. It complimented her hair nicely, which seemed to be missing its beads. He was almost surprised by the way the she appeared. Like some sort of dream, she seemed almost unreal, compared to the mercenary he knew her for. She seemed out of place, though that did not detract from how attractive she was right at that moment. He came up behind her slowly and smiled at her in the mirror.

He plucked a single glowing flower from his crowning wreath and looked at it for a moment before placing it carefully in the strands of her hair over her left ear. Making sure it wouldn't fall out he grinned and gave her a very warm hug.

"You look fit to slay politicians." He whispered in her ear before grinning. "That is to say very lovely, and irresistibly tempting." He kissed her neck near her ear gently, and looked up at her in the mirror. His arms wrapped around her sides, and clasped at her belly.