[Backsim] Cigris Avoi - Amused and Hazardously Occupied
Doz Finch
((Miaxdiso’s Penthouse, City of Idridi, Betazed))
Entertained by Xandria Cain’s state of unravelling despair, Cigris Avoi had snooped around the room in his pink polka-dot underwear after having downed an apple-flavoured liquor. With music playing, and a tabloid magazine in hand, he leisurely carried on with his playful taunts as his sister's friend stiffened up to an Idridian claypot extremity.
C. Avoi: I suppose you could tell her…but then, this is my sister we’re talking about.
Cain: There’s no point to telling her. According to you, she already knows, which means she’s ignoring it, and she’s got a dozen good reasons to ignore it. There’s no good reason for me to bring it up.
With a careful twirl of the magazine, Cigris eyeballed the toned physique of a confidently posing Betazoid model, Oganis Umibax, pictured in front of an old monument somewhere in Rixx wearing nothing but a sheer gold loincloth. The Avoi sibling subtly nodded approvingly.
C. Avoi: Yeah, but, if you did then it would make her all ahhhh, and you all noooo, and me all hehehe.
Cain: Can we please just drop this? I’m not going to tell her. That’s the end of it.
C. Avoi: Okay! Fine! ::He grinned, turning another page.:: Cranky pants.
The next page of the magazine contained a scathing story concerning the legitimacy of the Blessed Necklace of Idridi, a glittering piece of jewellery owned by the Uvoixo family, usually on display in a local gallery, now closed off for inspection. Nearby, Xandria wandered around until she found the drinks cabinet, staring at it like a firecracker waiting to go off.
Cain: What do you do, Cigris? When you’re not lounging around here.
C. Avoi: A bit of this, a bit of that. I like to revel in the pleasures and spoils of this splendorous and arousing city.
The human was trying to divert the subject matter, of course, but it wasn’t a conversation she’d likely get anything interesting from. Starfleet officers were always so stuffy about their careers and achievements, that the idea of an abundance of fun to them probably seemed mythic. Oganis Umibax, on the other hand, now there was an abundance of fun—he flipped back to the page displaying the handsome model.
Cain: Response
C. Avoi: What can I say? It’s a hazardous occupation.
Cain: Response
He lazily threw the magazine back onto the coffee table and, still shimmying along to the music, found his way over to the cabinet again, readying to pour himself and Xandria another drink.
C. Avoi: Actually, I can see why my sister cares about you. Honestly. I mean it. Fighting bad people, being a protector. That's pretty honourable stuff.
Cain: Response