Yet again, Jalek had managed to find himself at another event that all but required the use of formal wear. This time, however, he'd neglected to dress as such. And did he care what [member="Cryax Bane"] or any of the others present might think? Not in the least. If he'd been counting right, this was his third party of a similar nature in the span of just a few weeks, the first two of which he'd actually dressed up for. In his mind, he deserved at least a little leeway. Then again, he was the type of person that, given an inch, would take a parsec. This time he reasoned that although he may have pushed it, Cryax should appreciate the fact that he'd at least arrived in some semblance of decency. Even that could be a rarity in some occasions, and besides, he wouldn't be the same person if he didn't act out once in awhile. And he'd been playing nice for too long, in his book.
But first there was the manner of actually exiting the ship he was currently on and finding the party, which shouldn't prove too hard. Glancing over the
outfit he was wearing he shrugged to himself, deciding it would work well enough for the time being. If nobody else liked it, well, that was their problem. And no matter what comment Cryax might have for it, he knew that deep down the other man would be grateful that he'd shown up in the first place. Known for being late to all manner of functions, or at least those that didn't hold some larger amount of interest for him, this was no exception. But he hadn't been on the receiving end of any texts about it, so he figured things had to be going marginally well, at the very least.
Fumbling with his ever-present pack of cigarettes he lit one and took a drag as he exited the ship, exhaling smoke into the cool night air and studying the surrounding area for a moment. A private docking area, that was nice. The only question was how he would navigate from here to the party in question, preferably with relative ease on his part. But nothing ever went like it was supposed to, so he decided to just start walking. One way or another, he would end up at the party, the only question being whether it would be now or later. With his luck, he supposed it would be the latter. Hopefully Cryax wasn't expecting any miracles.
After having wandered the planet for a good ten or fifteen minutes he finally managed to locate the relative location of where the event was taking place, and he slowly sauntered into the venue, lit cigarette still dangling from his lips. Not bad. In fact, it reminded him just a bit of the typical celebrations that were held on Taris every now and again. Sans everyone wearing a well-tailored suit or dress of course. As per usual, he was the odd one out. But that was just the way he liked it, however much it might have irked anyone else.
Casually making his way over to where he spotted Cryax standing, hands in the pockets of his jacket, glancing over the unfamiliar company, particularly the man who seemed to be the host. It was a view he could appreciate, but with a sidelong glance and a smirk at Cryax, he knew he was perfectly content as it was.
[member="Jen"], [member="The Cartographer"], [member="Hessai Venscythe"], [member="Aruna"], [member="Colap Ticon"], [member="Yuuta Namari"]