Angel's Den, The Night of Vice (Open to all)

[James Justice]

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Challenging days wore down at the galaxy. The trial of Charzon with her foolishness and her bombing of Korriban. The Omega war. The collapse of the Republic. The fall of the One Sith. The endless raids of the Mandalorians. The shattering of hopes, dreams, and worlds without end being brought to their knees. Families were torn apart. Homes were ripped limb from limb.

Sometimes you needed to get away from it all. Sometimes you had to forget the pain of it all. That was what tonight was about, forgetting and having a good time. And there were few better places to do it. Soceras's capital, Dal'Bor, was a known hotbed for all forms of luxury. Any vice that any being could ever dream of or ask for could be found there. The best part? Everything short of slavery was legal on this world and could be enjoyed without impunity. Spice, brothels, casinos, bars, raves, nightclubs, you name it--it was here. Tonight was especially important. Today was the city's Night of Vice, a time when locals and guests tested their hedonism to the extreme on lavish deals.

And the pulse of it all, the power house that drove this crazy city of intense hedonism was the Angel's Den, it capitol building. Right in the middle of the City of Debauchery, it was the legend that every spacer or criminal worth their salt would ever measure their belief in what was an amazing nightclub in. Six floors of rave dances, four floors of casinos, three floors of the most lavish restaurants, bars scattered throughout and that was just getting started on the lower section. Only the best dancers, bartenders, and staff were hired from across the galaxy.

Crowds were lined up across the streets to get in from the Angel's Den's four entrances. The moment the sun finished setting over Dal'Bor a roar of delight ran over the crowds in the streets. The doors swung open and people flooded in. Security was on point of course, James was a crime lord, not a fool.

The spacer stepped from his office on the top floor into one of the lounges, his trademark leather trenchcoat swishing around his body with every step to the throbbing, cell-shaking music. Oh yes, this would be a night to remember.

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="One-Eyed Jack Varren"] [member="Celiana"] [member="Anara Valnor"] [member="Ben Carlin"] [member="Neldar Poska"] @Matt Justice

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OOC Rules:
1) Don't start anything. This is a social thread, don't go running though killing for no reason.
2) Enjoy.

 

[Leo Vandermolen]

'Jame Justice' The man who's trench-coat was almost as good as Leo's. Leo stalked up to the entrance of the Angel's Den. He'd stashed his combat knife and Westar with an old buddy who would take good care of them while he was here, having the time of his life. By 'time of his life' Leo meant swindling the clothes off of every patron at this establishment. Leo was a professional, and it was time to make a killing.

Leo had managed to stitch some of his smaller throwing knives into the thick overlay of his trench coat just in case, easily deceiving the bouncers who let him wander right in. The atmosphere was electric. The people were practical buzzing as Leo entered the first floor, people were already in drunken stupors, passing out where they stood or rushing to the bathroom to pass the alcohol. Leo strolled towards the nearest bar, the burly bartender had a curled mustache that Leo focused on as he ordered a drink, bourbon on the rocks. "Anyone of interest 'round here tonight?" Leo asked, sipping his drink as he spoke. He knew of course, that James was here somewhere, just a matter of finding him. He was most likely in one of the higher floors, but Leo thought it best to pin-point his location as accurately as possible. "Well there's Mr. Justice, he should be up on the top floor, most likely in his office." Ahh, the very top floor, how... pretentious. Leo pushed his glass forward, paying for the drink, he was gonna make a lot more money this night.

[member="James Justice"]

 

[Thraxis]

"Angel's.... Den...." he muttered, the words thick with hedonism, its name symbolic of vices of all kinds. Drugs, alcohol and whores were what people flocked to engage in, though the first and latter where the ones most came to fulfill. But he had seen it all before, these big scale clubs always attracted the same people, though few were ever of actual note. He walked through its halls, his Mask gripped around his face as he took his stroll, he knew what was around James. That stench, the smell of Zeltron fumes thick and wafting in the air, they always took away his enjoyment from these shindigs but you have to do what you have to do to get drunk.

Slowly he made his way through the first floor, his armor absent with the exception of the mask, a long flowing trench coat wrapping around his body, careful to make sure the ravers didn't tread on it as he made his way through, his body slicing through the crowd with abnormal elegance as he cut a zig zag through the labyrinth towards the bar another man was sitting, encased in his own coat, "Didn't realize how popular the coat was at these things...." he grumbled, he imagined most other people who attended these things to have a wardrobe unlike himself, this was all he had that wasn't his armor and the stench showed. Even in a place filled with the excretion of alcohol the stench was vivid and stained into each and every stitch.

He sized the man up and down, the read beads of light glaring up and down as a large stream of a smile caressed the bottom, its teeth almost fanged in nature as his head bent up and down, a visible sign of sizing him up before snapping back to reality, his head twisting around towards the barkeep, "I want a lot, and I want it potent." he flatly stated, both hands digging into the trenchcoat before pulling out a large vial in one hand, and a even larger wad of credits in the other. As he watched the bartender walk away he swung around, his neck twisting to an almost unnatural bend as he decided to take the chance to talk, it was rare he got to mingle with the local populace, especially someone with the same taste of attire. "Uh... My name is Thraxis. Good to met ya." he said as he raised a hand to the man, he was told specifically by James, Thraxis, Do not start crap in my establishment. Do you understand? those words rung loud and clear, though he would be beholden to disagree. If he wasn't given the warning, he would have likely tried to start a fight just to rattle the mans nerves.
[member="James Justice"] [member="Leo Vandermolen"]

 

[Thraxis]

A level of shock and anticipation ran over Calvin, his hand twitching ever slightly, this was the second time he had entered the riled clubs halls, his first trip had not been a pleasant one, a trip with a single death stick and he had lost most of his money, messed up his room and lost all his school work. A brief sigh ran over him as he stood at the doors, a heavy sigh rolling from his lips as he pushed open the VIP doors, the sound of thick noise rushing around him as he exhaled deeply, "Oh boy... This is gonna be something else..." he muttered as he took a few steps, his darkened clothing mismatched with the bright exorbitant lights that littered the room, his eye almost blinded as he tried to focus.

With his first few steps in he noticed some of the girls from school, a shiver running across him as he continued his walk, he had tried to keep the Justice name down for quite some time, he wasn't like his family, they were all special. His father a crime lord, a sister invading his privacy, forcing him to move out just so he didn't have to worry about her constant observance of his mind, and another half-sister, who from what he knew, was the same as the rest, a force user. With all this specialty among his blood it was easy for him to be passed off as just another vagrant, something he was both offended by, and accepted.

He was out of place here, a nervous step with every one made, he had accepted this more out of thanks from his father more so then wanting to be here, a sense of unease washing over him before he looked to the doors, his heart heavy as a heavy heart started to pull, he could see a few of the popular girls noticing him, their brows furrowed, "Well.... this is gonna start back up the rumor mill..." he mumbled, deciding that he had to leave but not before at least letting his father know he was here.
[member="James Justice"] [member="Leo Vandermolen"]

 

[Leo Vandermolen]

The second the man sat down next to him, Leo's hand crept to the stitching in his coat that was concealing his smaller knives, cutting one of the stitches just in case. He wasn't nervous, he took precaution. The man introduced himself as 'Thraxis,' a tingle ran down Leo's spine at the mention of the name, a signal went off in his head and finally it clicked. While doing research on [member="Cadan Tazi"] while he was planning on robbing the spice lord blind, Leo had come across one such [member="Thraxis"] . They'd done some work together in the past and it probably wasn't a good idea to let him know that he'd been stealing from one of his closer friends. Thraxis... Zeltron, excellent in hand-to-hand combat, high tolerance to pain, compulsive alcoholic, and most importantly... this guy was karking insane. Probably not the best idea to be picking a fight with this one, especially since he could get Leo close to James and then... well we'll see what happens then.

"Leo, Leo Vandermolen. It's a pleasure to meet you." The guy had already downed his first drink and was looking for another, "Care if I buy the next round?" Leo asked. Leo needed this guys trust for his new plan and one of the ways to earn it was through alcohol. And boy was there alot of alcohol 'round here.

[member="Calvin Justice"] [member="James Justice"]

 

[Vuhan Chen]

Deciding to forgo the identity of Miss Blonde, Patricia didn't want to be the heartless crime lord when she was around James. She wanted to be herself, and she had noticed the more time she had spent with James the less and less she had to bring out that side of herself. It was just nice, being together without masks, guns, drugs, or even just plain ole violence.

So while wearing her little red dress, the woman wrapped her arms around James' back and rested her head against him. While normally people would kiss the back of a neck or do something sappy, James had a solid foot on her so that was kind of non existent in their relationship. But she did nestle against his back and let out a long sigh afterwards.

"So, kind and gracious host. I think you should socialize with the peasants." Patricia said with a chuckle.

Letting go of James' back she worked her way over to his side and leaned up to give the spacer a quick but loving kiss on the lips. She then smiled at him happily and looked down at the party below. It was certainly packed and looked lively. It reminded her of her youth when she was growing up on Zeltros, good times.

"Or... we could stay up here. Have our own little party." she said with a wry smile and a wink.

[member="James Justice"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis body shifted, almost contorting towards the man in the large trenchcoat, Holy Crap.... He is actually taking notice of me... his eyes grew wide, for too long he had grown accustomed to the ignorance of the Cartel, too long had it been since much attention was ever paid to the side character of everyone else stories, it seemed it was his time to shine, if only to be out shadowed by all the neon lights that seemed to blind this nightclub.

"Ah, Leo.... I have not heard that name before..." he responded, he ran through his mind, trying to collect any scraps though came up short, "But none the less, it truly is a pleasure." his head tilted, a smile slicing across his face though hidden beneath the veneer of the mask. At the offer of booze his a hardy laugh followed, only to be struck down the realization that drinking here would be more difficult then he planed, though an offer like this one was worth the risk.

"Well, I never have been one to refuse an offer of booze." he said, complying with the offer as the vial was returned by the bartender, a heavy and potent odor running through the air from the tip of the vial, its sickening stench almost as nauseating as the stench of rotted flesh. He quickly scooped it up, a finger cracking beneath the mask for a few seconds as he engaged in its delicate scent, an engorged groan as he indulged in its fine scent, "Oh yeah...." he trembled at its scent, before straightening up, placing it into his pocket, only for another large vial to be produced and given to the bar man, "Whatever it be he offering." he indicated, a finger pointed straight towards the empty vial, though the remains of a heavy odor still wafted out of its container here and there.
[member="James Justice"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Calvin Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

James never regretted a second with Patricia. She was--well there were not words for how wonderful she was. He smirked at her comment about being among the "pesants" and their party they could have here. His pheremones began to haze the air with a sweet smell of tantalizing delight at that idea as he slipped one arm around her back--and another lower with a rub and a squeeze.

"I could totally go for that," he whispered moving closer to her lips.

Then a knock came at the door, ripping the moment from James. "Sir, someone was asking about you."

The spacer sighed, looking up. The Angel's Den was after all, Soceras' equal to the White House and Buckingham Palace. As a result, security here was the top notch, even if it was a nightclub, it didn't mean that security was lax. Actually, quite the opposite, there were more soldiers here than you could imagine. The best part? Most blended in seemessly with the patrons. "Who?"

"Facial Rec Id'ed him as Leo Vandermolen, some Corrie street rat," the guards said with a shrug, "You want em to be questioned then sent up?"

James shook his head, "I'll go to him. Sent Katsumoto, Vlad, Ujo, Nabutada, and Bob to flank in in the crowds."

"You got it boss."

James pulled Patricia close to his chest, fondling her as they came to the elevator, "Looks like ye are gonna get ye desire, love."

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]
[member="Leo Vandermolen"]
[member="Thraxis"]
[member="Calvin Justice"]
[member="Ryn'Dhal"]
@Matt Justice

 

[Leo Vandermolen]

"We'll have some more whiskey's, thanks." Leo gave the bartender a curt nod as he pushed the money across the bar. [member="Thraxis"] seemed to be enjoying himself beneath that mask, inhaling his strange concoction through a crack in the mask. "So... how did you find yourself in this establishment?" Leo questioned. He cocked his head to the side, as he asked, observing his surroundings. That's when he noticed something was... off. The rest of the first floor was alive with excitement, people were filled with a rush of hedonism and losing themselves in the music and the thrill of it all. All except a few. Leo observed around half a dozen guys attempting to blend in while doing their best to not to make it look like they were watching him. they weren't doing a very good job at it.

[member="James Justice"] | [member="Thraxis"] | [member="Calvin Justice"] |[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Thraxis]

He paused for a second, wondering how to answer the question, "Well, it all started a couple years back..." he said with childlike innocence, "Me and Kay had gotten to a boiling point.... Our rivalry was fierce, opposite philosophy in a constant struggle for dominance..." he trailed on, it was quite the adventure, at least he thought so, "To get the edge, she hired Jamesie boy to catch me... It didn't work out well for him." he continued, that childish innocence awash as he became reminiscent as if some old fond memory had come washing back, a sense of calm almost audible around him in the noise infested neon lights.

"He ambushed me in a bar... Him and some Kitty, though in the end, me and a college took him out and I tortured him till I got bored..." he slowly started to laze back in his chair, an arm gripping the underside of the bar in an attempt to old up his weight, "Then Kay was brought to me because of a bounty I had to pay, Mind you, I didn't even put the bounty up, the people who did ditched me and I couldn't just not pay people for their work." he snapped, a hand released as it came rising up, its body smashing against the bar with a heavy thud as he breathed a heavy breath.

"Then he contacted me, hired me to be their torturer and that is pretty much how I got here. After I let Kay go of course." his story finally met its conclusion, before snapping to a reality, "Wait, did you mean how I got into this establishment? I just walked through the front door." he said pointing towards it, "Why? Was there another way I could have taken?" he inquired, an feeling of paranoia came rushing over, this man might not have came in here legitimately, though he was told not to start trouble.
[member="Leo Vandermolen"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Sage Annel]

Sage had not met James Justice. Not yet. But she had heard his name more times than any other spacer's in the game when she worked in nightclubs as a professional dancer and freelance gang informant, and that was all the way on Coruscant. She had assumed that one way or another she would be coming into contact with either Justice or his crew in that line of work. She never would have dreamed that the closest she would come would be on official assignment from her boss--her boss--that was a phrase Sage was not used to. At least not outside of private encounters. Sage's time with the First Order had been brief, but it had brought many changes. Taking orders was chief among them. Still, Sage could hardly complain when the FOSB was sending her to parties, and in such a noted venue as the Angel's Den, at that. Sage strode in to the club confidently through one of the first floor entrances, skipping the line (though with much more difficulty than she had had at other establishments) by charming a heavily-armed Trandoshan bouncer with a promise that she would join him for a drink and a dance later on. It had helped that she was clad in a provocative pink number and high-heeled black boots that brought her much more temptingly close to the seven-foot-tall man's face. The first thing that hit her was the smell: a mix of pheromones and sweat and liquor. Every molecule in the air seemed to vibrate with the music as bodies huddled on dance floors and flowed through space and into one another. It was lovely for the young woman, who had been far removed from such familiar, raucous sensations since joining the FOSB. Now this was a party!

Her assignment was to make inroads with James Justice personally, or to familiarize herself with other members of the Justice Shipping community, for Intelligence purposes and simply because the spacer's clout could come in very handy in the FO's future endeavors. Still, there was nothing specific expected of the near-human other than schmoozing. She could certainly have as much fun as she wanted in this den of sin. She walked directly to the bar, leaning her back against it. She hated to spend credits on drinks if she didn't have to. She resolved that she would make eyes at all of the partygoers in the vicinity before buying a drink herself, just in case the usual laws of nightclub nature held, even in a place so crammed with lovely women and high-profile guests. If any of these boys knew what was good for them, they would take notice and help a woman out. If not, it wasn't like Sage couldn't take matters into her own hands.

@Thraxis @Leo Vandermolen [member="James Justice"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Calvin Justice"]

 

[Leo Vandermolen]

A light chuckle escaped Leo's lips, "No, I got in the same way everybody else came in, through the front door. Was just interested in your story is all." Leo noticed movement in the corner of his eye, not the sporadic dancing of the party-goers, but a firm and straight movement, someone was coming there way. Leo had to keep this conversation going, the two weren't exactly blending in with the rest of the people here tonight, "So, how does your line of work treat you? You earning much these days?" Leo continued, keeping his head facing towards [member="Thraxis"] and one hand one stitching to his small pocket containing his knives as he asked.

[member="Thraxis"] | [member="Sage Annel"] | [member="James Justice"] | [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] | [member="Calvin Justice"] |

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis could feel it, he didn't need physical touch, not smell, no it was as if he could simply feel the presence of one almost breathing down his back, a Zeltron, his greatest rival just a tad behind Kay, he twisted, luck had been fortunate to hide his face beneath his mask, immune to the pungent scent of the Zeltron, his head cocked to the side, a heavy breath being released as he tried to keep his calm, Okay... I can do this... I could handle James... I can handle... his thoughts came to a halt, a finger pointing to the barkeep then back to her, This monstrosity... the words kept ringing in his mind, it was almost an instinctual nature to lash out against the thing in front of him.

He slowly raised a hand, his head still cocked as he took in one last deep breath, "Thraxis.... May I have...." his voice trembled, anyone could mistake it for fear, though in truth, he was more worried then scared. He couldn't go around blasting people he didn't like apart, no he would have to wait. That was what the Pitt was for, to deal with the... Trash, of the galaxy. "The honor of knowing yours madame?" he chocked out, now seeming more like a boy who had only even felt the embrace of his mommy.

As he finished up his head quickly snapped back, his head almost twisted into a breaking manner as he tried to hold up both the conversations, "I am glad you got in legally like most others." his voice instantly regaining its confidence confining in the fact that this one wasn't one of the defiled kinsman, "Oh ya know, work is pretty good, Six Digits a month, don't even do all that much." he said in response, an almost intrigued voice running over him before attempting to snatch the two together, hoping that it would cause a break in the intensity that was building solely in his mind.
[member="Leo Vandermolen"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Sage Annel"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond sat at the Pazaak tables cradling his head. Feth. Feth me! He thought as the dealer laid down a six. He had now officially lost a fortune. Worst of all, it wasn't even his money. He had borrowed over fifty thousand credits from a loan shark... Now he watched in bleak despair as the dealer raked away the last of his chips with an unsympathetic stare. He picked himself out of his chair and trudged his way through the masses. He had to take a leak. When he made it to the rest room he entered a stall and withdrew a small bag of spice. He placed the powder on a spoon and heated it until it was a liquid. He sucked up the precious drug up with a needle, rolled up his sleeve and stuck it in his arm. By the force that's good. Immediately a numb sense of euphoria washed over his entire body.


Now to complete the experience. Alcohol was needed and would be administered accordingly. Des had thirty credits left and it was all going to go into drinking himself into a stupor. He stumbled out of the bathroom stall and made his way to the bar. Upon approaching the tap he observed a rather luscious backside. The female in her natural habitat. Maybe his luck was beginning to change after all. Des licked his index finger and thumb then smoothed out his eyebrows and ran a hand through his hair. Encouraged by the spice and combined with the fact that he knew he was a damn good looking fellow, Des swaggered over to the bar. He pulled ten credits from his brown leather jacket and placed them on the table. "Hiya gorgeous, what's your poison? The names Des by the way," Des gave the Zeltron woman his best winning smile.

[member="Thraxis"], [member="Leo Vandermolen"], [member="Sage Annel"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Outside of the bar, around in an alley way Cadan stood surrounded by a few local dealers. "Now each of ya's, I already got your creds so the spice is yours. Do what cha want with it." These various aliens around him would be a few of his runners while he was selling in the Angels Den. "Ain't non of you's sellin' in the Angels Den through. That's mine." Cadan had a plan for his entrace, it would go how it normally went, and it would be amazing.

The Duros bypassed the queue out the front of the club and was rubbed down. The bouncer found various bags and pouched filled with spice on the Duros, but a settle mention of [member="Thraxis"] and [member="James Justice"], as well as a well placed bride, he was aloud through. A smile crawled from Cadan's scared and burnt right side of his face, all the way to his left. In his robotic arm, Cadan grabbed a bag of Thrust and threw it high into the air, the bag hit the room of the club and burst, sprinkling the spice over anyone who was underneath it. "Cadan's 'ere fleckers!" The Duros shouted at the top of his lungs, although he his voice was drowned out by the cheering crowd in the club.

Cadan first instict was to head to the bar, people always wanted spice there. As soon as he arrive he took out some Red Duros', threw one into his gob and sold a few to those around him. He was going to make a killing tonight, and most likely cause a few 'accidental' killings. People always seemed to OD on his stuff.

As his Red Duros began to kick in Cadan could feel the beat, not just the beat of the music, but the heart beat of the club. His jaw began to move around uncontrolably, his body began to move, his feet began to tap and his whole body began to move with the ryhtm of the music.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Sage Annel"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Calvin Justice"]

 

[James Justice]

With [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] by his side the spacer made his way to one of the bars. When his feet set foot on the floor, a roar of delight came from the people on the level. It was the type of joyous cry you'd expect when a loved king and liberator came on the scene--which wasn't too far from what James was for these people. He had liberated these people from harsh crime lords who hurt them and fought as their defender of prosperity--and hedonism. Who wouldn't love that guy? Extending his free arm wide, the spacer gave a shout that gave an equal evidence as to why he was so loved,

"The next round is on the house!"

As James made his way through the massive maze of his adoring people and the nightclub that was the Angel's Den, his eyes alighted on [member="Thraxis"] who, well seemed to be having a grand time with both this man and some female, who by the smell of her was a half Zeltron, not unlike himself. The spacer guessed that the guy with Thraxis was the one who was requesting his presence. James gave Thraxis a thumbs up of approval; good catch on the woman. His eyes narrowed as he saw someone who was coming up behind Mister Shifty. The approacher looked nothing like one of James' employees. Ugh, spice dealer, James thought waving the man away.

"Who called for me?" James asked siddling up to the bar. The moment James stood next to the bar, the tender presented his favorite, a Reactor Core easy ice.

[member="Cadan Tazi"] I [member="Desmond C'artyom"] I [member="Leo Vandermolen"] I [member="Sage Annel"] I [member="Calvin Justice"]

 

[Shak'Lzko'Loris]

The spice trader was very intrigued by this bar.

​"Angel's Den, that sounds tempting!"

Shak'Lzko'Loris was a spice trader, or a smuggler more or less. He'd spent seven years of his life running from turmoil and the cops. Tonight all he wanted to do was sit down, relax, and have a beer or two. Shak crept up to the bar and took a seat. Many other patrons had already took their seats, making Shak the last one to get there. Nonetheless Shak hopped up into the seat and the bartender said, "What would you like? It's on the house tonight."

​"Give me the best whiskey you have, I want to feel ​real good​."

​​The bartender was given his drink, Corellian Whiskey, and he began to make conversation with the other patrons there.

​"So what brings you all here tonight?"

[member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="James Justice"]

 

[Garza]

Drugs, Women, Drinking, Sex, and the good ol rejections in the club. Sadly, I couldn't do half of these things. For you reader, I'll let you guess which ones. It was what got me here that had me looking at a group of people who were speaking about the jobs that they had. I had been off to the side. I was dressed in some rather nice clothing. No need for weapons or guns. I didn't need any of them for being in a club. Considering that all weapons were confiscated at the front door anyways.

I had come on behalf of the Justice. The man who owned this place, and could honestly claim he owned the planet, was here. Sure, I would have liked to talk to him if I could. Instead, I was stuck next to two men. One was asking the other about the jobs that they had gone through, and the expertise that this [member="Thraxis"] guy had. I smiled under my robotic like features. My electronic voice coming over as the other shifty man asked for his name.

"Why don't you two get a room."

Looking down into my pocket as I pulled out a datapad with the time on it. Shoving it back into my pocket, I slid a tip over to the bartender even though I didn't take a drink from the ale. Standing up from my seat, I turned around for a moment to the two of them.

"Drink up."

No need to be there anymore. I made my purpose to walk away. The shifty guy wasn't the kind I wanted to be around. So I'd stay away for now. Or, at least try to.

[member="Shak'Lzko'Loris"], [member="James Justice"], [member="Cadan Tazi"], [member="Desmond C'artyom"], [member="Leo Vandermolen"], [member="Sage Annel"], [member="Patricia Susan Garter"], [member="Calvin Justice"],

 

[Thraxis]

Slowly more and more people flocked to the bar, what he believed to be a droid, something yellow and furry and Space Jockey Desmond, Why is the bar all of a sudden a hotspot.... he cried internally, ideas started to rush through his mind, he had little to no idea as to how Flannigan had ever managed to do it, but now on all sides, at least five people across sat around him, yet he had no idea how they were all ignoring James as he started making orders, a tear running down his cheek as Thraxis tried to keep his composure, before turning to see Cadan getting high as a Kite, Goddamnit Cadan stop getting High and help me! he internally screamed as he quickly was pulled back to reality as the furry one asked a Question.

A heavy sigh rolled from his mouth as he turned to the Furry man, "I was.... Invited? Yeah, I suppose that is the case." he clarified to the bushy man, his eyes narrowed, What are you... the thought ran through his mind as he got a closer look, he wasn't a deducer of Species, there was always too many too count anyway, even more if you would count half-breeds. Then came a smartass droid, "Hey, how about you 01000110 01010101 01000011 01001011 01011001 01001111 01010101 00100001." he responded, any droid worth their salt would know that all too common phrase. Then he heard James voice speak up, his hand snapping as he pointed in quick succession towards everyone, "Her, Him, Him, Him and Droid." he rushed through, a know it all look running over him as a smug smile came with it, James should have known that people where here for him, everyone was here for him.
[member="Lt. Sage"] [member="Shak'Lzko'Loris"] [member="James Justice"]
[member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Leo Vandermolen"]
[member="Sage Annel"]

 

[Leo Vandermolen]

It was getting more crowded than Leo would've liked. Thraxis seemed uncomfortable with this many people all here at once aswell. And to top it all of, both Cadan AND James rolled up at the same time, this was going to be alot more difficult than it needed to be. Luckily, it seemed that Cadan was spiced of his head and probably wouldn't have recognised Leo from their brief encounters before. James on the other hand... well, James had never met Leo before and didn't know his motivations or personality. But he was about to...

"That'd be me." Leo turned around and addressed James, a cocky smirk spreading across his face, "It's a pleasure to meet you James." It seemed that James had already done all the work for him. His eyes shifted to the woman who clung to his arm, "And who is this if I might ask?"

[member="Thraxis"] | [member="Lt. Sage"] | [member="Shak'Lzko'Loris"] | [member="James Justice"] | [member="Cadan Tazi"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] |