A Night on the Town(Open)

[Christian Slade]

Zeltros

The Red Rock Casino

The night was still young on Zeltros. It wasn't even Midnight yet, and things didn't get really interesting until after Midnight on that planet. The mood of the planet was still upbeat, however, laughing and cheering heard all across a large, bright room where people were drinking and gambling away money they probably didn't have. It was the way people lived who wanted to enjoy their lives as opposed to worrying about every single dime they spent, but Christian knew better. To live by night a rich man and wake up a poor man was no life he wanted any part of.

He was conservative, and he only gambled high stakes, if he gambled at all, though drinking was a lady who's company he greatly enjoyed. That was why he sipped from a glass filled with golden liquid as he read the top of a few pages that lay on the bar beneath him. It was a particularly light style of whiskey that he'd never had before, but he was enjoying it well enough as he looked over the deed to the Casino he sat in, which he had just purchased. It would be the eighth Casino he's purchased, which were more rare than the other establishments around the planet, some of which he owned too. He owned over 25 bars and clubs and he'd just purchased his eleventh resort the week before.

He wanted to own the planet, and he knew of no better way than to slowly draw in every establishment that he could until he controlled the majority of the planet's businesses. He was a smart man, and money hadn't ever been any object to him, but he knew that if you controlled the flow of wealth through a planet, you controlled the planet, Governor or not. He could use the current Governor as a puppet, or run for Governor himself. It made no difference, he just wanted to be in control of one of the most popular vacation planets in the galaxy. He'd be drowning in money, which hadn't been the point at all, but it certainly didn't hurt.

Power was easy to come by when you had so much at your disposal. Money, land, political figures. Nothing was out of reach, or at least, nothing would be, soon enough...

 

[Namarii]

A plce with tons of money and enough rich men to easily gain it or throw it all away? How could Namarii ever stay away from a place like this. It was perfect. A waiting oyster to be cracked and harvested for all the riches inside. All she needed was the right "diguise" so to speak.

When enetering she was dressed in a long flowing green dress with a slip up the side that exposed her leg. Her hair was hanging down her back, all nice and combed out, she wore a number of rings and a necklace on her while sporting some nice earings. Her make up and painted nails helped to expose the feeling of a rich and spoiled heriess of sorts. This was made even better with the fat finely dressed man she had in her arm who acted as her escort/suger daddy/ money man. She would blend in rather nice with the rest of these rabble. The only thing she kept on was her tiara which, if any aked, she would say cost "daddy" a fourtune he was willing to part with.

She whipsered in his ear "Now how about we play a few games and you win me some money." her powers of persuasion taking play in the man's weak mind.

"Of course, princess." he said with an all too happy and yet dizzy look. "Anything for you, my love."

With that it was off to one of the nearby card tables. Namarii had a simple plan. Spend as much as she could before the current stand-in man was bleed dry then move to the next to try and win more before she got bored and cashed in whatever was left. Like taking candy from a baby when the baby is all too happy to hand it over anyway.

@[member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Christian Slade]

Finally, Christian folded up the legal documents of ownership for the Casino and rose from his place at the bar. He held out his glass and was immediately poured a fresh glass of whiskey, to which he nodded at the all to eager bartender who'd noticed the documents he'd been looking over.

Turning, Christian's golden brown eyes looked over the massive ground floor of the Casino. He watched, standing there in place for a moment looking at everything there. He was already thinking of ways to enhance his Casino for the guests they would have, but he figured he'd worry about that later. For now, he'd tour the floor and see what the overall mood was like.

Approaching one table, Christian stopped and leaned over as he watched a rather fat man throwing his money away on a game he didn't seem to understand all that well. As he spectated the game with the others there gambling, he leaned over and rested his elbows on the edge of the table. Sipping his drink, his golden eyes were soon drawn to the young seductress who seemed to be leading the soon to be poor fat man around that night. She had an apparent hold on him that he would not interrupt. She was at work, and he'd never out her on the job.

"Don't go throwing all of your money away before you see it spent.", Christian said, glancing over at the man and then smirking at @[member="Namarii"]

 

[Namarii]

Hearing who it was that spoke, Namarii turned her gaze over to @[member="Christian Slade"]. Seeing how young and handsome he was compared to poor slob she had been using for a puppet she smirked at him. She whispered to the man to keep playing before she walked over to him and said "Oh don't worry. 'Daddy' has gont plenty to spare." As a tray with drinks came around Namarii snatched one without the tender seeing before sipping it and giving a staisfied hum. She then looked to Slade and asked "You wouldn't happen to be the owner would you? I can almost tell by how nice you're dressed."

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian sipped from his glass of whiskey when he was joined by the attractive young woman who'd been escorted in by the fat man. She seemed to be playing her cards right, as far as Christian could see, but she didn't seem to have as good an eye for looks as she did for those with wealth. Still, he guessed it didn't matter who she was leading on as long as she was coming out on top having entered in it with nothing.

"I am indeed.", Christian said, those golden eyes slanting every so slightly as he examined the woman's demeanor. She seemed cunning, but would she try and used the same tricks on him as she had the far man?

@[member="Namarii"]

 

[Namarii]

Giving a interested hum Namarii began to examine him. As she did she could feel something off about him. Someting dark. Then she began to what it was, having sensed this sort of thing before. Leaning in she whispered "I knew Sith tended to be greedy, but for one to own a casino...well I'm sure there's a clever remark in there somewhere." Letting him know that she knew what he was she simply smiled and sipped her drink, waiting to hear what he'd have to say. Not as any means of trying to gain an advantage, just that Namarii lked wealth and power. And right now this man had both.

@[member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian smirked as he looked away from the woman and spectated the game before them. The fat man would be putting himself to an early grave if he kept throwing money away like he was. He was so dead set on impressing a woman who'd already lost interest in him and moved on to Christian. It was sad, really, pining after the affections of a woman who never loved you to begin with. It was power that men thought they had, only granted by the true power that women bestowed upon them by their company and the spreading of their legs if you had enough to give.

"I'm insulted that you think this Casino is the only thing that I own.", Christian said with a huff of air from his lungs that formed into a slight chuckle as he sipped his whiskey and glanced again over at @[member="Namarii"]

 

[Namarii]

She gave an even more interested hum before saying "With talk like that you MUST own quite a lot. Perhaps you could tell me your secret." She leaned in and whispered "Or do you just use the mind trick on the right people?" While Namarii often used the mind trick as well she treated in differently, never so much as waving your hand over someone but more just speaking to them and using the right means of the spell to make it effective. But it worked on the weaker minds and she knew not to waste time with someone like this man she spoke with.

@[member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Seir'ari]

As the two individuals, both under the guise of being far more 'innocent' than they truly are, continued their banter a rather tall Twi'lek sat himself down at the table. His eyes, or rather his eye, was trained on the table and his lekkus wrapped around his neck to hide any potential bluff of his. He was considerably older than the others, though the 'youthful' appearance reserved for the fairer (and usually quite smaller) of his species made him look like a young pup. He was adorned in both metals, leathers, and furs which marked him as significantly less-friendly than what's common among his kind.

The lekku about his throat pulsed for a moment at the sound of the woman and man (@[member="Namarii"] , @[member="Christian Slade"] ) discussing their tricks of the trade, straining to try and gleam more information about the others. But he was here to, at the very least, unwind. He'd had a bit of a rough day and his blaster rifle was still boiling in his pocket from having to spook a slave into his ranks. He was nonplussed with his cards thus far, though he expected that the fat man that the other two were whispering around had a remarkably easy 'tell'. Cheating was easy, if he wanted to win. He was at the very least exercising restraint, with his lekku kept out of the way but tuned into the background noise around him. Worst case scenario? He lost the credits that he knew he could afford to spend. Best case scenario, he got enough money to fix that damned room in his own bar that was supposed to be soundproof. Those idiotic Sith interrogations were really starting to get on his nerves, especially when the interrogators in question were a bit overzealous with using that aggravating whine and shriek of their sabers to get their targets to talk.

But enough of that. His own chips were placed onto the table and his attention went from the excitable younger duo that seemed to be plotting to the old man who was one of his opponents. He looked a bit distracted by his libido. He really looked like an easy fool, though he wished inwardly that he'd brought one of his more 'nubile' slaves with him to enjoy watching the man struggle moreso than he already was. Seir threw a chip or two in, regarding the game with some boredom considering he wasn't in the mood for foul play.

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian watched as the game was played, his golden eyes falling back to the woman next time him as he responded in kind to her comment. "I don't use tricks for personal gain. I can simply take what I please if I can't pay for it, which is rarely the case.", he said, looking from the beauty next to him and back to the table. He sipped his drink as he watched the fat man continue to lose until another, rather unique character arrived at the table.

It was a male Twi'lek who was adorned in some rather interesting armor and furs. He seemed something of a fairy tale warrior that might have been present on an ancient battlefield swinging around metal weapons into other men's faces. He was also rather tall, so his stature fit the bill as well. He figured the man for a bounty hunter or some kind of mercenary. He could have even been some kind of smuggler, but he certainly appeared to be more the gun for hire type.

His golden eyes watched him with no emotion on his face, battling back his glance in he and the curious woman's direction. Christian was a serious man, but he was also civil when it was called for. However, he certainly was no fan of being watched or followed, though he couldn't be sure that this was the man's intent either.

@[member="Seir'ari"] @[member="Namarii"]

 

[Namarii]

With a little laugh in her thraot Namarii said "Well then, I can see why you have what you have. Money, power. Not to mention you being a Sith. A lot of good all rolled into one glorious body." As flirty as she was Namarii did keep glancing back at her escort losing game after game, yet his expression remained the same as if none of it matter. She smirked at how well her spell held up while turning back to @[member="Christian Slade"] just as he noticed @[member="Seir'ari"] and perked her eyebrow a little. "Interesting looking fellow."

 

[Seir'ari]

He remained focused on the game, their murmuring a decibel too low for him to pick it up without having to do some guesswork in-between. Not like any of it mattered; he seemed to be doing far better-off than the bumbling monkey across from him and this was all using the boring form of currency. If he could bet using people, he sure as blasterfire would just for the sake of making things more interesting. It made it actually funny to lose, especially when the slave was so comfortable in their current position and had developed an ego. He'd rather play it safe than to be annoyed with finding out that the casino-owner (@[member="Christian Slade"] ) was one of those anti-slavery vigilantes, so chips it was.

The broad Twi'lek easily dwarfed one of the working patrons who came by to offer a free drink or cigar to the players to encourage both to stay and continue to lose their money. Seir gave his fellow species a disapproving glare when he was approached but picked up the latter item to set to his lips and resume the game. He momentarily glanced away from the board to cut and light it, his lekkus moving out of the way to expose an aged brand on his neck as he grabbed a lighter from his pocket; he was a marked slave. A former one, anyhow. He certainly seemed remarkably older than the normal lifespan of an enslaved race.

His gaze returned to the table and he realized it was his turn to make a bet, if he felt like it. The Twi'lek boredly tossed in a couple more chips when he noticed that there was a sort of glaze to the fatter man's eyes; his mind was being controlled. He narrowed his eyes with an amused smirk as he tossed in a few more chips and didn't even glance at his cards as he folded in the very next round, marking @[member="Namarii"] 's 'sugar daddy' as the winner this time around. Let's see what happens.

The Twi'lek's unwound lekku idly twitched, searching the room for any subtle communication that might convey someone's pleasure or satisfaction at him having lost the play; gambling passed the time, but smelling out a rat held much higher entertainment value and self-satisfaction.

 

[Izo Serrin]

"Fold" Izo mumbled while pressing a pair of cards down against the green velvet table surface then stood. A tall humanoid male dressed in a simple white t-shirt under a black leather jacket that looked a bit out of place compared to the well dressed image of the casino took a step back and started towards the bar. As Izo made his way through a few small clusters of patrons, he noticed the tall Twi'lek (@[member="Seir'ari"]) as he made the silent comment in his mind that this one had to be one of the tallest he had ever seen during his own personal travels about the galaxy. As the Kiffar arrived at the bar, he reached into his jacket and slid out a credit chip and sat it down before the bartender. "Dark Ale." he ordered idly then looked off towards his right as he watched a few other people drift onward before looking further over towards another set of card table and spotting a pair (@[member="Namarii"],@[member="Christian Slade"]) that seemed interesting, something about them made the two stand out against the crowd around them.

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian was curious as to the purpose for all of the attention he was getting from @[member="Namarii"], but he certainly wasn't going to show that he was surprised and curious about the intentions she had. There was nothing about her that struck him, personally, and she didn't exactly seem infatuated by him either. She seemed to be playing the game she was always playing, and that turned him off most of all, but there was no use in being rude, so he would welcome her company without reservation.

Glancing across the table at @[member="Seir'ari"], Christian watched him for a moment, noticing his rotten looks and less than pleased face when he glanced at the waitress. He wasn't much of a fan of downers or those who would cause trouble unless he was the one causing trouble, which he rather enjoyed. Killing was fun, but being known for such a thing was bad for business. That's why his activities that were less than legal would remain a mystery to the public. He paid a pretty penny to make sure of that.

After watching the Twi'Lek for a moment and noting that he'd have to keep an eye on him, Christian turned and leaned up against the table, which pressed against his upper thigh. He was able to sit on top of it just slightly considering how tall he was as well as the Twi'Lek. For a split second, he connected eyes with @[member="Stryker"]. A man who had been looking and he and @[member="Namarii"]'s direction. Taking a sip of his Whiskey, Christian watched him for a moment, narrowing his eyes at him as he did.

 

[Seir'ari]

[[Hey, sorry about the late response. I was waiting to see if @[member="Namarii"] was able to go, but I think she may be busy with IRL matters.]]


There was only for so long that a gaze can bore into the back of Seir's Sith-damned head before he felt like he had a blaster digging into his brain. He looked over his shoulder at the two men who seemed quite prudent on annoying the everloving Hoth out of him and cleared his throat quite audibly to at the very least focus his sights on the Sith Lord (@[member="Christian Slade"]) who was the closest to him. The other man (@Stryker) was currently out of his vocal range, seeing as he'd lost the ability to shriek to all high-heavens when he decided to pick up smoking.

"Need something?" He paused at the small 'chink' of playing chips as one of his opponents had attempted to steal from him, resulting in the Twi'lek crunching the weedier male's knuckles with a well-placed thumb. He hadn't even bothered to glance to make sure that he'd aimed right, though with those antennae on his head it was a wonder if he'd somehow managed to miss him. Heck, if he had been looking he most likely would have missed thanks to his shitty depth perception.

Taking note of the other male, he couldn't help but sense the other's assured air about him. He could sense something else in the air, though whether it was the crackling Force or his second tablemate's whimpering he really couldn't tell. Force, noise, breath, they all were just annoying vibrations in his ear that he still hadn't had the experience to recognize individually.