Private Bright Lights Club Nights

[Ryala Serona]

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Location: Coruscant
Character: Ryala Serona
Tags: Ragos Terrek
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It wasn't often Ryala was anywhere near the core worlds. Let alone anything past the colonies as those planets had too much law.. too much.. Activity to make a successful, let alone safe living as a bounty hunter. Anyone hiding from the hunters could hide from the common hunter by finding a transport to Coruscant and hiding in some nicer apartment.. Only the stupid or experienced then dared to come after a target. So, Ryala was more on the stupid side as she was only on this world for one reason.. she had a target to take down and well, she did exactly that, killing the man - securing the proof of his elimination and with the authorities on alert after a minor shoot out in the apartment her target was hiding in, she left her equipment in her ship and went to a casino esque hotel in the hopes of waiting out the authorities for the time being while enjoying herself slightly.

Upon arriving she was wearing a rather nice dress - of course nothing special, but she fit in with the typical crowd in the Casino of well-dressed patrons. Looking around Ryala saw dancers entertaining the crowds.. Slot machines and Sabacc tables erupted with cheer and anger as patrons lost and gained whopping sums of money. She smirked a bit as the sound of a police speeder sped by outside, not heading for the casino but alerting her that authorities were in the local area. Therefore, she walked for the bartender - sat at a stool, and looked to the Mon Cala Bartender. "A Corellian Iced tea, please." She said to the bartender before sliding over a few credit chips. The bartender of course nodded in a friendly manner, before pouring the drink and mixing it together.

"What you up to tonight." The tender asked curious of course, he seemed to be more of the talkative sort as he looked at her - before sliding over the drink.

"Just enjoying the night life, thats all." She said smiling as she.. wasn't entirely lying, just leaving out a few unnecessary details of course. "How busy has it been?" She took a drink and looked to him, curious about how the 'night-life' had been.

"Eh, same as any other night.. No performers tonight so I guess thats something new aye." The tender remarked as he began washing down the bar stool, looking over at Ryala "Thats a shame." She said, before pulling her datapad out as the collection notice finally confirmed with the credits transferring to her account and a smile went on her face as she took one more drink from her glass.

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[Ragos Terrek]

Ragos could not stop thinking about how much he didn’t want to be doing this. How he shouldn’t be doing this. How he could think of fifty things that he should be doing and twice as many things he would rather be doing but nope, he was in a tiny office with the especially shifty Neimoidian manager of the Hi’Rol Casino & Hotel.

“You’re not the regular guy.” The Neimoidian said in his accent. “Where is he?”

Ragos rolled his eyes.

We askin’ the same fething question, homie.

‘Ko was supposed to be the one here making this got damn pick-up but because the woman he lived with’s son was sick in the hospital, Ragos had to come down here and do the chit. He wasn’t supposed to be doing the chit no mo’ he was the got damn boss but here he was. ‘Ko was not gonna be happy when Ragos told him he weren’t bout to get paid but, chit you want the credits go do the fething work.

“Man,” Ragos said under his breath clearly over this chit. He yanked down the collar of his shirt and turned his head to better to show off the large tattoo on his neck, two k’s topped with a crown. The mark of a Killa Korunai, a gang from Nar Shaddaa. Ragos was Two-K and he was making a name for him and his set on Coruscant.

“That help you out?” Ragos asked.

“Okay, okay.” The manager said quickly. He rummaged behind the desk looking for something. Ragos hand wrapped around the handle of the blast stuck in the back of his waist band in case this alien thought of standing back up looking for trouble. The manager was not interest in any trouble. He stood from stooping and had a back pack in his hands. He placed it on a large scale in the office and Ragos looked at the number and nodded. Chit looked right. Ragos took the backpack, told the manager to expect someone else next run and left the office.

Ragos walked the floor of the casino heading toward the exit. He compared to many of the patrons was underdressed. He was wearing a simple black T-shirt and faded blue jeans, his sneakers were fly as feth though, multicolored limited addition Nyke space forces, mutha suckas cost more than some speeders.

On his way out he was bout to walk right past the bar when he saw a certified hottie sitting alone. Ragos pulled up at the bar, cap on backwards, backpack slung over his shoulder and confidence just dripping, boy.

“Hot damn girl you gonna hurt somebody.” Ragos told her with a smile. “I damn near broke my neck tryna just look at cha. Can I sit wit ya?” Ragos asked R Ryala Serona