Hyperspace

He looked at her, then down at his bottle, then back at her again. "I'll see what I can dig up."
He took a minute to get back to his feet and moved to the cooler to grab another bottle - he still had a few bottles left considering he'd never used to drink them before anyway - and brought the bottle back over to Ty.

*Ty giggled again and downed half the bottle*
aaaaaah so goooooood!!!
*she leaned against him and rested her head on his shoulder*

He watched her again in amazement as she downed so much of the drink so fast. "How can you stand that? This stuff still burns my throat..." He scrutinized his own bottle a moment before taking another sizeable gulp, making a somewhat uncomfortable expression on his face as it went down.

*Shrugging Ty sighed*
I've had a lot to drink for my entire life, I don't get the "burning" anymore, it's numb
*Her eyes show her sadness as she looked at him and spoke*

Inferno noticed her attitude change to a much more gloomy mood. It wasn't the first time that had happened, and yet he was mostly oblivious to them.
The alcohol wasn't helping.
But he sensed there really was something dark about Ty. Something she seemed really good at suppressing.
They weren't so different, he and she. Her and him. Them.
"Something tells me that burning sensation isn't the only thing you've been trying to numb...."
He placed an arm carefully around her waist in some meager attempt to comfort her.

*Her eyes hardened, and suddenly she was not the aloof young woman he had met. Darkness poured from her as she squeezed the bottle in her hands*
There's a reason, yes...
*She rested her elbows on her knees and stared off into the distance*
There's a reason I'm a Sith... There's a reason I drink, too...
*For a moment she went rigid but then relaxed into his arm, she didn't seem quite ready to share her reasons, but took another swig from the bottle*

The darkness surrounding her was near tangible to Inferno, and his eyes transitioned to a deep violet color rather than their ordinary dark brown. He tasted its essence, and he felt uncomfortably secure in it for a moment.
Some people really do try to drink their past away... Inferno was starting to really grasp that concept.
For perhaps the first time in his brief coherent existence, he was quiet. Waiting to listen, if she wanted to say more.

*She turned her gaze to him, silver eyes bore into his. Setting her jaw, she took one more swig before sighing*
I don't like telling this story, so listen carefully...
*One deep breath later, her eyes were distant again as her past was revealed*
From an early age, I think I was three or four, I was abused by my father. He would push me up and down flights of stairs because I couldn't navigate them fast enough. He would beat me for not only my failures, but for my brother's as well, my perfect brother...
*Closing her eyes, her face gave a worried twitch, a small one*
On my eighth birthday, my mother gave me the first caring gesture she had ever showed me... She bathed me, brushed my hair, and even put some of her pretty makeup on me... And after all was said and done, she left me alone to nap in their room, allowing that filth that I called father to come in while I slept...
*She opened her eyes, no emotion showed in them, or on her facial features*
He slapped me awake, and took advantage of me... raping me and hurting me...
*She was silently for a long time, pausing to sip from her bottle*
From then on my life was a living hell, my father allowed his friends to have their way with me, and allowed his friends' friends to have their way with me...
*The air grew cold as she reminisced*
For years, I was abused this way, getting no help from my brother, mother, or grandmother...
*A dark smile crept onto her face*
When I turned thirteen, I'd had enough, I slaughtered my entire family in their sleep with a kitchen knife... I don't remember how many times I stabbed my father, but I was covered in their blood from head to toe when I ran away
*Her longest silence yet ensued as she drained her bottle and sighed, looking down at her lap*
After that I found Krally, and he helped me, I became a Sith

And he listened very carefully...
He heard her tragic story and felt her hatred as it had begun to cultivate at such an early age. Abused and violated until eventually she had snapped.
He felt disturbingly close to her now. His violet eyes were burning, but he still managed to focus on her words as she went on to explain how she murdered her family.
Foggy images appeared in the back of his mind... figures he couldn't make out, from a past that continued to elude him.
He could make out the unmistakable smell of blood in his nostrils, and the faint whispering of a woman's voice caressed his ears...
Jatne vod, ni mirdir gar jate'shya hibir ner gaan...
He blinked several times, as if willing away the bleeding memories, attempting to fight back to reality and clear his head.
He didn't know what to say. He wanted to tell her that he was glad that she had found a way out of that hell; that she was right to kill every last one of those monsters who had held her captive and tormented her. He could not find words... he merely looked at her with soulless eyes for a long while, his head tilted somewhat primitively, and tightened his arm around her a bit in yet another attempt to comfort her to an extent, at least let her know that he was still there, and he was hearing her.

*Ty jumped slightly as her eyes focused right on Inferno, for a moment she is silent, letting him take it all in and sipped more tihaar*
Well? Do I have reason?

He nodded once, taking another drink from his bottle as he tried to consider his next words. "You were clearly justified."
He took a few more drinks, determined to finish the bottle, but finding it more and more difficult to meet it with his lips.
"I guess my life isn't quite so depressing that I can handle the burn of alcohol..."

*Suddenly she giggled and leaned against him and rested her head on his shoulder*
Eh, it's fine!
*Her eyes were playful again and she emptied her bottle, the movement of draining it was so swift that not a bubble was seen or heard in the glass*

Once again the mood shifted, and Inferno watched her hastily empty her bottle of tihaar. In an attempt to keep up he brought his own bottle up awkwardly to his lips and tilted his head back, though he wasn't able to drink it all quickly and he missed quite a bit of the contents as his jaw and neck was now dripping with tihaar and he failed in his struggle to maintain his balance, dropping on the floor on his back.
"I think you just officially drank me under the table..."

*She giggled and slipped off the sofa, placing a hand on either side of his arms and leaned down. Her face just a breath from his, she came close and licked the tihaar that had dripped down his neck, and came back up after licking up to his jaw*
I have that affect on people. As I said, I once went up against a couple of Mandos in a drinking contest
*Chuckling softly she licked his chin and then looked down at him*
Let's see, either we need to get you a sweet and innocent, or an experienced and sassy one...

He raised an eyebrow as she lowered over him and began licking his neck and jaw... it certainly wasn't what he was expecting, but he couldn't honestly say he didn't like it, which was expressed by a somewhat awkward grin on his face dictated by the amount of alcohol currently in him.
"Which do do think would be best for me?" He wondered out loud, content to lie beneath her for now and defeinitely enjoying the attention.

*She reaches over his head to grab her bottle off the table, her chest in his face as she did so*
I believe for you, experienced... especially...
*she turned the bottle over and pouted at the few drops that fell from it and sighed*
Since we're going to Nar Shadaa, you won't find sweet and innocent...
*she sets the bottle back on the table and falls forward, giggling, her chest pressing against his face*

He had a hard time hearing exactly what it was she was saying; he was far too busy enjoying the view of her cleavage to focus on anything else.
"Well, if you think that's best," he said incoherently just before his face was buried between her ample breasts, making a few muffled sounds of surprise.

*Giggling, she sat up, straddling his stomach and looking down at him*
mmmm I think I'm starting to feel it!
*Her cheeks flushed darkly she rolled, laying next to him on the floor*
What do you wanna talk about the rest of the way?

And he was certainly starting to feel it as well. Lack of sobriety aside, it was virtually impossible to hinder his body's natural reaction to Tyra's actions.
Genuinely sorry to have her removed from remaining on top of him, he stared up at the ceiling for a few moments in attempt to regain his bearings after being lost her bosom for that short while.
"I dunno..." he answered truthfully, then went on to ask, "what should I do when we get to Sha... na.. where we're going? How should I approach the... uhm...." He left the question open-ended with a furrowed brow; he wasn't entirely sure of what appropriate word to use, but he hoped she would be able to grasp what it was he was trying to ask.

*She giggled and wrapped her arm over his stomach, pressing her chest against his arm and snuggling her chin against his shoulder*
I thi-*hic*ink, you should probably start with saying "Hello there, my name is.... uhm..."
*With rosy cheeks, Ty rubs her nose against his cheek with a drunken snicker*
I forgot what comes next, teehee!