L O S T
╫ T H E ~ W H E E L ╫
DEVIL'S SPOKE
Ah, The Wheel... the highlight of the Mid Rim, favoured space station of the Galaxy's most hedonistic beings. Home to gambling dens, and sport pits, businesses, and even some affluent penthouses. Of course, it also housed the lesser drudgery, but their domiciles were found far beneath the great spokes which held the wheel itself in place. Far from the heart of the station.
Tomas had entered through one of those lower docking bays, meant for suppliers and staff and not visitors, his beloved Gorskin Deliverance now at the mercy of kriff knew who, and the precious cargo which lay onboard was presently being offloaded into one of Yarg the Hutt's many vessels. This was his least favourite part of any job, the waiting around. The anticipation, and hope that the operation went smoothly. One of Yarg's officers, a Rodian named Nidd, must have noticed his impatience because he sent him away with a credit chip to, quote, 'unwind'.
He didn't like being told what to do, especially not by some crime lord's lackey, but he knew that Yarg was true to his word and that his ship was in good hands. They'd been dealing with one another for years now, since Tomas broke from the Navy... With a sigh he took the chip and left for one of the many turbolifts which would shoot him up through the central spine of The Wheel and into the commercial sector.
By the time he reached the Cosmo Lounge, Tomas felt his worries begin to melt away. The cantina was a particular favourite of his, it was busy but not overbearingly loud and there was always some sort of entertainment to be found. From bands to eye-candy it hadn't let him down yet, and today was no different. Some might even call it a two-for-one. Music and a show... Those were his favourite days in the Lounge.
He ordered a drink, and then slipped into an empty booth to admire the dancers. A mixture of male and female, and some beings he couldn't tell, moved to the sound of a smooth jatz band. Not his favourite genre to listen to, but the dancers more than made up for that. His eyes fell across all of them with even appreciation as he sipped his bloody rancor. Tomas made a point to never order the same thing twice until he'd finished a menu... And from the looks of things, he was almost done with the Cosmo Lounge's long list of beverages.