So where's the keg at this party?

[Ira]

Ira was silent for a moment as she looked at his forehead before nodding. "Yeah. You've got it written all over your face, asking for someone - anyone - to stab you. Trust me, Jedi have it written all over their faces too generally," Ira replied with a smile still in place.

"However, guys generally pay for the first date, don't they?" She teased and raised her weapons once more over her head to form and x-block overhead. When his blade made contact with her own, she realized that her block was not going to hold. Damn momentum physics bullshit.

Ira dropped to a knee under the weight before abandoning the block and light sabers completely to roll forward only to find herself a little close to Dante; not even an inch away. The hilts hit the ground though their blades remained on.

"Usually not this close on a first one either," she commented as sparks danced around her hands before letting the electricity loose towards Dante.

[frosty225]

"Date?" He replied, a chuckle breeding with the words he spoke as she got closer, he could see the sparks forming in her hands, the hairs on his arms standing from the static electricity. The smile on his face faded for a moment before twisting into another smirk, a snap sounded out as the world around Dante inverted colors and went gray scale, time slowed down to a crawl. He stepped around her before everything returned to it's normal color and speed((Quick silver; Time lag)), to the untrained eye it would've looked like he disappeared just as quickly as the lightning she launched would lash out. "This is just me putting myself out there, the first date has yet to start." His tone was playful and devious as he turned toward her as Ebony was held within his free hand pointed at her.

"C'mon babe, make me feel it."

[Ira]

Tch. Seemed like everyone had started to learn how to move themselves quickly. Hearing him behind her as the sparks left her finger tips, Ira did not bother to turn around, but rather stood up straight. As she rose, so did her ignited sabers as she moved her hand, calling for the sabers to rise with her. Ira rolled her hand round and round, the sabers spinning to match her hand, the bullets hitting the blades once again.

"Sorry, but I'm having trouble feeling it myself. Just tried to calm down a little bit right before you came up," Ira said as she turned around finally.

[dmc89]

He could tell that with this one he'd need a little bit more of an impact than what he was currently doing, that's fine... after all he liked making an impact. "Well then I guess I'll just have to try and work harder won't I?" His voice a little more excited but it dripped with the usual cocky attitude that accompanied almost everything that he spoke.

Force Edge was put away and replaced with Ebony and Ivory. The guns began to glow, almost humming as they collected his demonic energies within them. "Get ready," He spoke twirling the guns in his hands before grabbing them and dashing forward, the back of him seemed to stretch and lag behind as he was now only an arm's reach in front of her, "This is gonna be loud." arms shot out like rockets, fingers pulled the triggers to release not only the two bullets, but also all the demonic energies that were stored into each of the bullets. ((Gunslinger; Gunstinger)) As the demonically enhanced bullets escaped the barrels of Ebony and Ivory a loud cracking noise shot out into the air, along with a harsh wind which whipped around the two of them.

[Ira]

As Dante dashed forward, Ira stepped forward in a long and low front stance, taking hold of one saber with her hand and thrust her hand forward in attempt to stab Dante. The dramatic shift in her stand was probably what saved her in the end though. One bullet burrowed its way through the very top of her shoulder, leaving a noticible notch while the other one burned her skin at the base of her neck where it met her shoulder as it skimmed her.

But that was dull pain. Her own was not enough to really excite her anymore. She needed more since she had numbed herself. A lot more. But it was obvious, like always, that Force users plus blade weapons plus blasters would be extremely difficult targets to get that from. This was going to be a waste of time and energy, wasn't it?

How had they even started fighting again? She hardly remembered. Then again, the drugs effects were really beginning to settle in on her. Ira disignited both sabers and brought herself to stand up straight from her long stance.

"I think I'm done for now. Catch me when I'm not on a high and we should be able to do this again better - When I have my full wits about me." She trailed off as she finally realized that her shoulder was bleeding. "Oh, well look at that. A new scar. How nice of you." Ira said slowly, a soft smile on her lips as she reached touched the wound and not handling it gingerly as one may suspect another to do, running a hand over it roughly.

"I'm more in the mood for something else. Something else."

[dmc89]

"Sheesh, you're just no fun are you." He holstered his guns, sighing slightly as he brushed a bang from his face. "Burn holes through my clothes and everything and you don't even treat me to a good time for it." He turn to walk away, "I'm gonna need a really hard drink before I go to bed tonight."

[Ira]

"I burn holes through a lot of people on a regular basis," Ira commented, shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders. "Like I said, catch me when I'm not on a high. We'll have ourselves a grand ol' time. Hell, I might even find a red rage to treat you too. Until then though, a drink sounds good.

Any good bars aroud here? With possibly some decent food? Or is that too much to ask for this pathetic place?"

[dmc89]

"Psh, cheap booze and sleezy food is the best you'll find in this place." He stated as he looked around, "But I know a place that ain't too bad." He took a step out of the alley way they were standing in. "You can tag a long, just don't kill anyone. Bad enough I owe a big ass tab already."

[Ira]

"Oh you've got to ruin my fun now, don't you? You're just no fun at all," Ira pouted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. However, a smile formed on herlips once again.

"Easy enough solution there. Kill the person you owe the tab too. Problem solved," Ira stated with a smile though it faded. The dull pain she had felt had already faded away. How saddening really. "Lead the way. I wonder if they've anything like the black void. Been a while since I've had anything like that. That was back...When I last saw Mobius. Sheesh."

[dmc89]

"Don't know what that is but I know they got some shit that'll knock you on your ass." He stated walking a few blocks down the street, "So what are you supposed to be anyways, someone from some off the wall star wars universe? Where's Luke or Vader?"

[Ira]

"Sounds promising I suppose," Ira replied with a shrug, walking along side of Dante. IT would probably be more fun to walk behind him though, people seemed to get oh so paranoid when she trailed behind them. Probably for good reason too.

However, she raised a brow at his questions. What was she supposed to be?What the hell did this guy think he was saying? Who the hell was she supposed to be? How insulting considering the last time she checked she was probably the only Sith around still.

Someone from some off the wall star wars universe? What the hell did that even mean? Luke? Vader? Who? Well. Easy enough answers to those two really.

"I probably killed them at one point. Maybe on Naboo? I killed a lot of people on Coruscant too," Ira shrugged her shoulders; "Or if not me, the Well of Souls. Probably devoured their souls with billions of others. Wouldn't doubt it. Wiped out a few planets entire population.

As far as what I'm 'supposed' to be, last I checked I was and probably still am the last Sith. Last I checked, they all still called me Dark Lady of the Sith too."

[dmc89]

"Well that's not right, Everyone knows Luke killed Vader. And Lord of the sith? Please, what kind of Star Wars fan are you, Anyone who's seen the first original trilogy knows Sidious is the lord of the sith." At this point Dante was just poking fun at her, didn't matter though... she'd prolly just brush it off as him being an idiot. "Here we are." The stood in front of two double doors a sign hanging above read; 'Tobby's Tavern'

He looked back to Ira, his facial features telling her everything he was about to say. "Try and behave yourself okay? Trust me when I say I have enough bullets to waste on you."

[Ira]

"Sidious? Look, if some punk ass wanna be wants to try to claim it, he's more than welcomed to. I'll just put the bitch in his place. That's all. Simple enough." Ira looked at the door and the sign, studying it. What kind of language was that sign in? Certainly wasn't Aurebesh.

"I won't start trouble if you don't. Oh, what am I saying? Sorry. Can't make any promises. If someone's tempting me, I'm not going to pass on it," Ira said before walking up and opening the doors to the place.

[dmc89]

He rolled his eyes at her comment, tonight was going to be a fun night, sarcastic emphasis on 'fun.' As both of them walked in, they were greeted with a smell that was all to familiar to the devil hunter. The smell of pine and rich smokes of all sorts. As soon as Dante walked in he was greeted by a group sitting at the bar, waving him over to come join him. He looked over to Ira as he took off his coat and hanging it up showing his black vest that he usually wore over his short sleeved red shirt. His sword soon followed suite as it was hung up on the wall.

"Tobby!" He called out over the sound of the crowd, getting the bartender's attention. He was a young guy, clean shaved and nicely styled hair drying off some wet beer mugs. "Two Russian Roulette's with Flogging Mollies."

Tobby didn't waste any time getting the drinks set up as Dante looked towards Ira, "If anyone asks you're a business partner." He stated as he walked up to the others who had waved him over and began talking, one of them slid him a manilla envelope which he immediately pocketed.

[Ira]

"What a doll, ordering for me too. Guess your paying too. You really do know how to keep me out of trouble now," She commented noting his order of two drinks. The togruta watched as Dante removed his coat and simply rolled her eyes. He had demonstrated he wasn't very gentlemanly, so why bother putting on such an act?

At his words though, Ira let a thin smile form across her black lips. If anyone asked, she'd be sure to give them an interesting answer. She let her smile stay in place as she made her way to the bar, sitting close to Dante and his group. If nothing else, she could probably swing putting drinks on his tab. Why the hell not? Not like these people would accept her credits. They probably didn't even know what one was more than likely.