I Don't Want to Be My Enemy

[Svo'k Lynd]

The music was loud, the room was smelled stale and others his age danced while he sat alone in the corner with his drink. The fifteen year old wasn't much of an experienced drinker and the concoction he put together wasn't all that palatable but he sipped it occasionally. Clad in black with red eyes and weapons on his hip helped him look more like he belonged with this group of older non-sensitive kids than he otherwise normally would. His eyes followed them around they had so few cares in this world, obviously some had trauma but not like what he had been through. None of them probably had a son at home with a sitter, none of them had probably ever killed anyone before, none of them had probably watched the love of their lives die in front of them. His brow lowered and his red eyes narrowed, he wanted to come here, but he hated them. He could kill them all and that would be just fine, then they'd know pain. He felt his hand move towards his lightsaber, but instead he took a giant sip of his potent alcoholic abomination of choice. When a noticed a girl heading his way, she looked at him and then took a short step to his side. She leaned against the wall and slid down next to him, while Svo'k's eyes drifted over towards her.

"Fun party...not, kriffing losers."

Svo'k turned his head and looked at her.

"No joke."

She took the drink out of his hand and took a sip from it while he looked with a bit of mild amusement as her face twisted in bitter disgust.

"Oh that's kriffing awful! What the hell is it?"

Svo'k shrugged and smirked at her.

"I don't know, I just grabbed the kriffing bottles and started pouring it's pretty awful I know but it gets the job done."

She laughed and handed the drink back to him, her finger brushing his hand quite intentionally.

"So you're drinking with a purpose? There's easier ways than that to get messed up. You here alone?"

He watched her eyes follow him, the brush against his hand did not go unnoticed. He tried to look just about as wizard as he possibly could. Did they say wizard out here?

"I am drinking with a lot of purpose. I'm here alone how about you?"

She nodded at him and smiled coyly.

"My friends bailed except for one he's over there. You got a name?"

She pointed a tall but incredibly thin young man standing off in the distance talking with a someone.

"Svo'k. So you're with him? Then why are you over here?"

She nearly snorted and pried the disgusting drink from his hand and took another drink.

"Well first off no, I'm not with him, and I'm over here because the sad boy in the corner looked kind of cute. I can leave if you want..."

He took a breath feeling a bit award and took the drink back from her and took another large drink, his head beginning to feel light.

"Oh...no no, you can stay you seem cool, unless I kriffed it all up like I always seems too."

She shook her head and smiled wryly.

"No not yet anyway, I'm Anisha, but you're funny. How old are you anyway?"

He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at her looking for any cues he could find, he could use the force to perhaps figure out his intent but she wasn't sensitive and that was wrong. She sure was beautiful though and she had approached him and not the other way around, that didn't happen much. Then there was the age, kriff...

"I'm seventeen. How about you Anisha?"

"You look a bit younger than seventeen, but I'm seventeen too. So.........you looking to actually party?"

Svo'k glared at the age comment and ran his hand through his hair, before she asked him the next question. She didn't care if he was a bit younger even if he lied about it.

"I look young, but trust me, these other guys aren't shit even if they are older."

He stopped and quickly changed course.

"Yeah, I want to actually party, you seem like a fun person to party with. I could get you another drink?"

She giggled a bit at the first comment, cute and tough, or at least he thought he was, so he had that going for him.

"No offense Svo'k, but I'm not drinking another one of whatever THAT is. Hang on."

She stood up and called across the room and the tall thin boy with long black hair made his way over to her.

"Svo'k, this is Yortashan he's going to help us have a good time."

"Sup?"

The thin young made said nonchalantly as Svo'k eyed him up and down. What was she talking about, what would he possibly have to offer?

"What do you guys need?"

Svo'k shrugged

"Uhhhh....."

Anisha burst out luaghing

"Glitterstym and death sticks. You tried it Svo'k?"[/color]

Svo'k shook his head.

"No, never."

She smiled and looked at Yortashan who quickly produced the items from a pocket.

"You're in for a treat."

"That's 650."

Svo'k's eyes widened as Yortashan said the price but he shoved his hand in his pocket and retrieved the credits and handed them to the young man. Meanwhile Anisha watched and then leaned in and kissed him. She then pulled away slightly and locked into his eyes.

"Come on, lets go."

Yortashan grabbed Svo'k by the sleeve.

"Don't be a kriffing dumbass dude. You don't take more than one death stick and more than a few grams of the stym...otherwise you'll be kriffing dead and I won't get repeat business."

Everything had happened so quickly, the kiss, the warning and he was just a bit more than confused but he was rolling with it to the best of us his ability.

"Yeah...got it, now do you mind man?"

Yortashan released his grasp on Svo'k's sleeve and then the young Sith locked eyes with Anisha again who was pulling him by the arm down the hall, the two then disappeared together for the remainder of the evening.