Title: A Little Bit of You Timeframe: 24 BBY Genre: Drama, Romance, Songfic Canonicity: Mostly Canon / some Fanon Type: Multi-chapter Characters: Danyal (OC), Jeskal Dilan (OC) other OCs who may or may not be in other stories someday. Summary: A day in the life of Danyal, Ryn guitarist for Wachamio! a popular Corellian Way band. A day that turns out so right, yet so wrong. Content warning: Mild drug and alcohol usage, inter-species romance, general irresponsible partying. Last updated: 09/06/2018 Status: Complete Other relevant information: Entry for One Hit Wonder Songfic Challenge - Song: “Mambo Number 5” Wachamio! = Ryl (Twi’lek) word meaning “Let's go!” Music style reference: Spotify ----- Aijan Vume, green eyes curious in his blue-skinned face, leaned into the doorway of his bandmate’s obsessively tidy cabin on the Wachamio! touring yacht. "Hey, Le'tzig, what you workin' on?" The Twi’lek asked. Danyal sighed, running a dark brown-fuzzed hand through his long tan hair in annoyance. The stage name his band mates had chosen for him years ago did lend a certain romantic mystique to his image (as if being a member of a near-mythical species wasn't enough); but he still wished they'd call him by his real name when they weren't on stage. His stage name, “Le’tzigane" was what Twi’leks colloquially called the Ryn species (or beings that followed a similar nomadic lifestyle), and it was often used pejoratively. It was kind of like Danyal calling Wachamio!’s lead singer “The ‘Lek" instead of Aijan. But, no matter how much he had explained it years ago, Danyal’s bandmates never quite understood the problem with their name for him. He'd long since given up. Danyal finished a few more notations before looking up from his mini computer’s terminal. “A new song for the band,” he answered finally. “Excellent,” Aijan said enthusiastically. “Let’s hear it.” “I don't have any lyrics yet, or a quetarra or bass quetarra line,” Danyal explained as he queued up the music composition app’s playback, “but here's the tune.” A syncopated beat on drums with an occasional accent of synthesized horns sounded from the speaker, after a few measures of intro, the vocal melody began, represented by some basic synth notes. Aijan nodded to the rhythm. “I’m likin’ that, a mambo, isn't it?” “With a little jazz and swing in it, yeah.” Danyal confirmed. “That's what, the fifth mambo you've written for us?” “Yeah, I think so.” Aijan started swaying, then improvising a few dance steps, front, back, side to side. He was the group’s choreographer in addition to the lead vocalist. The ship’s intercom beeped, and Aaced Vume’s excited voice echoed through the yacht: “Alriiiight, Wachamios. The Party Barge is fully docked planetside on Ixtlar, we got 36 standard hours until call time for the concert, time to get out and find some fun while our roadies start setting up. I think I saw a place to get some drinks ‘round the corner as we were landing. Let's ride!” Aijan laughed at his brother's announcement. “You heard my little bro, let's go.” He extended a hand and helped pull Danyal out of his chair at the terminal. “Which girl you want to hang with tonight?” “Dunno,” Danyal absently smoothed his short-trimmed tan mustache and goatee as he thought. The band had a mixed-race group of a half dozen or so female dancers and backup singers that toured with them. He didn't have a particular favorite. He'd ‘hung out’ with most of them at some point, like most of the band members had. “Let's just bring ‘em all,” Danyal shrugged, “it's been a long trip, we all need some time to unwind before call time.” “Little bit of all of them tonight, yeah?” Aijan winked, “I like the way you think.” Danyal grabbed a flashy, yet stylish, jacket from the many in his closet (this one had the band's logo in red across the back against the jacket’s black leather) and followed his bandmate out the door. The band's aircar had extended seating, it could carry the band’s five musicians (Aijan Vume the Twi’lek lead vocalist and choreographer; his brother Aaced the keyboardist, synth effects and secondary vocalist; Danyal on quetarra and other strings; Bardirel Chirran, a Klatooinian male, on percussion; and Sasta, a male Iridonian Zabrak, on multiple types of brass and wind instruments), plus all their dancers. The roof of the aircar was retractable, and today they rode with the top down. They took in the sights of Ixtlar’s capital city; scoping out the next bar, club, or spice den, whatever struck their interest. No one in the group was more than about twenty-five standard years old; they were young, wild, and free (as long as they kept their gigs). They had built quite a fan base among young adults all along the Corellian Run in their almost five years together. -- “Hey, hey, so, check this out,” Bardirel said as he sat down at the band’s table in the private party room they'd reserved at a restaurant. They'd decided to meet up at the restaurant for dinner after a couple exhausting hours of club hopping. A few extra cute fans they'd run into along the way were tagging along, adding to their original group. One of those fangirls had recognized “Le’tzigane” immediately. After a short chat and a couple drinks, the green-skinned Mirialan hadn't left his side since. Not that Danyal was complaining, she was kind of shy, but damn cute. The fangirls usually went after the Twi'leks or occasionally, the Zabrak. “This guy I just talked to says there's a Fortune Teller nearby who burns these ‘special herbs’ for you and then reads the future in the smoke,” Bardirel continued excitedly, “any one question you want, and the futures are absolutely true!” Danyal rolled his eyes and scoffed, the snort coming out as a multi-note whistle from the holes in his fluted nose. The fangirl leaning against his shoulder jumped in surprise. “What was that?" Danyal covered his face in embarrassment. He'd worked really hard for five years now to change his natural breathing habits and mannerisms to not whistle like that. But right now he was half drunk and more than a little high, it was hard to focus on things. “It came from his nose!” Sasta laughed, a little too loudly, at Danyal’s embarrassment. “Le’tziganes can play them like some kind of musical instrument. I saw a group of them do it at a carnival once, it was so weird.” The Mirialan pulled Danyal’s hand away from his face. She draped his arm over her shoulders and leaned against him again. “It's not weird, just different,” she smiled up at the Ryn. “It startled me is all.” Danyal gave her shoulders a little squeeze, he was liking this babe even more. Jess, he thought she'd said her name was. “Come on, Le’tzig,” Bardirel said, shifting the focus back to his exciting find, “You don't believe in it? Your people have Fortune Tellers, I saw them at that same carnival with Sasta.” “Yeah, fakers, taking your money and impressing you with cards and telling you vague stories that could apply to any situation,” Danyal explained, tapping a menu screen on the table with his free hand, ordering some appetizers. “I think we should do it! All of us!” Bardirel announced. “Hey, at the very least it's got an interesting herb involved, might be something we've not tried yet.” Danyal rolled his eyes again. “Alright, whatever, can we at least have dinner first?” “Yeah, yeah, sure.” -- “Hey, are you ok?” Danyal said, turning to Jess. She'd been quieter than usual the past few minutes as the group ate dinner. Jess looked sick, in fact, like she was about to throw up. “Whoah, not in here, come on, let's go.” Danyal grabbed her by the arm and helped her to the nearest door out of the building. It led into a back alley behind the restaurant. He found and dragged over a garbage bin just in time. Her stomach emptied, Jess looked a bit better. “You really aren't used to drinking, are you?” Danyal asked as the young lady stood up. Her bare legs were a bit shaky under her short skirt. She leaned against the wall, wrapping her arms around her midsection. “No, I’m not. I’ve, uh, never actually drunk alcohol before tonight,” she admitted quietly. She sounded somewhat slurred and more than a little embarrassed. “Was trying to fit in, so you'd let me hang around.” “Babe, just showing interest in wanting to talk to me was enough, I bought you the drinks because I was trying to keep you around a little longer.” Danyal chuckled, leaning his shoulder against the wall beside her, hands in his jacket pockets. “I’m not usually the one the ladies go for.” “Why not? I think you're fascinating and amazingly talented.” Jess turned slightly to smile at the Ryn musician as she spoke. He shrugged, “Most of our fans tend to be more on the fully human or Twi'lek side of ‘humanoid’, Bardirel and I are little too far on the alien side.” “Well, I hitched a ride here from the next system over just to get a chance to see you in concert,” Jess admitted. She shivered slightly. The girl should have probably paid better attention to local weather conditions before deciding to wear that sleeveless top and skirt. Not that Danyal minded the view, but it looked a little cold. “I never dreamed I’d meet you in person,” the fangirl continued. “But still, why me?” Danyal asked, taking off his jacket and offering it to her, leaving him in a simple yet stylish red vest. Jess accepted the jacket and draped it over her shoulders. “I come from a musically inclined family, I've always liked the quetarra,” Jess explained, leaning back against the wall. She looked up at the fading daylight in the sky between the buildings stretching above her. “I’ve been learning to play for a few years now. Mostly classical though. But a friend at university showed me a few of Wachamio!’s vids, and I was impressed by your skill. Then I learned that every one of the best Wachamio! songs were ones you'd written.” Danyal smiled to himself a little as he leaned back against the wall again, folding his arms across his chest. He'd always thought his songs were better than Aijan or Aaced’s, but figured it was just conceit. “That told me that you were not just an excellent quetarra player, but a gifted musician all-around. All the various instrumental parts of those songs worked so well together, you must know how to play all of them,” Jess concluded. “To one degree or another, yeah... I do.” Danyal admitted self-consciously. “Ryn are pretty versatile musicians, but I seem to be even better at it than most of my people.” “See, you've got to be one of the best musicians in the Galaxy!” Jess exclaimed. Danyal scooted closer to the Mirialan. He whispered into her ear: “Hey, if you've been trying to flatter me into keeping you around, it's working.” “No, really, I’m serious.” Jess began. She turned to look at him, saw his smirk, and realized he was teasing her. She stared at him silently for a moment, and started to extend one hand from under the jacket, but stopped and switched to rubbing her chevron-tattooed chin in thought. It looked like there was something she was wanting to say, or do, but wasn't sure if she should. “What is it?” Danyal asked. “Go ahead, it's ok.” “Can I, um, touch your fur?” Jess asked, embarrassment turning her face a deeper green. “I’ve… I’ve always wondered what it feels like…” Danyal laughed, “Well, that's a request I don't hear every day. Sure, go ahead.” He uncrossed his arms and held his left one out in front of her. Jess reached out tentatively, laying her hand gently on his shoulder and running it down his upper arm. He shivered, and not from the slight chill in the air. His eyes followed her hand with its black inked diamond shapes on each finger. “So soft, like velvet,” she remarked in surprise. “Yeah, until you get to there, going that direction,” Danyal grabbed her hand as she reached his elbow, he lifted and repositioned it at his wrist and guided her to move upwards towards his elbow again. “You’ll run into some pokey bits if you keep going that other direction.” “'Pokey bits’? Is that the technical term?” Jess laughed as she stroked the somewhat longer and much thicker hairs on his forearm. “Nah, that's--.” He mumbled a word in Ryn, “um, ‘quills’, I guess is the best translation in Basic. I try to keep the bigger ones trimmed, they could inflict damage on someone if I’m not careful.” “Self-defense mechanism?” the Mirialan asked, carefully inspecting the hairs. “Yeah, mostly autonomic, but somewhat controllable.” Danyal squeezed his hand into a fist and shook his arm, numerous additional smaller barb-tipped quills stood out from the surrounding softer hairs. “That's pretty wicked, actually.” She smiled. “So, you feeling ok to go back in?” Danyal asked, smoothing the fur back down on his forearm a bit self-consciously. “Yeah, a lot better. I might even try another drink after dinner,” Jess joked.