Gabriel Audemars
Cassus Vhonte
Gabriel sighed as he made his way out of an alleyway, fresh from a kill. Now that the body was deep inside the local trash compactor right now he was going to the club. Having earned his celebratory drink. He wasn't much a fan of Coruscant, but he couldn't lie that the underground crime business over here got some good money. It was still no Mandalore or Concordia to him though, then again the nightclubs and shops here weren't bad. But the whole "head of the Republic" thing put him off this place somewhat.
Dressed in a leather jacket with a cyan brim, a pair of gray pants and combat boots, he'd wear his Beskar'gam, but any form of Mandalorian armor seemed to put Coruscant's police forces on high alert. Going with the whole stereotype game. God he hated cops.
He pinched a cigarette from his jacket pocket, idly popping the end in his mouth, lighting it with a match as he made his way towards one of the better nightclubs. Hey, if he was here he might as well get the best available drinks, hey?
When he finally arrived he was already greeted with a commotion "What do you mean I'm not on the list!?" A teenage human yelled at the rather buff bouncer in front of him, who sighed annoyingly, he looked as if he was two steps away from knocking the kid flat on his ass. "It means exactly what it means, kid. You're. Not. On. The. List."
Gabriel approched, the security guard knew him, and he let him past. "You okay, pal?" Gabe asked, looking inquisitevely at the teenager, obviously too young and too stringy to be in this kind of place. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm about to hit this kid if he doesn't clear off." He cursed between gritted teeth. "Here, take this big fella, you need it." He spoke, handing the bouncer a cigarette, lighting it for him with a match. "Thanks brother. Have fun in there." The bouncer gave Gabe a hearty slap on the back as he entered.
"HEY! How come he gets to go in?" The kid whined. "Maybe cause he's actually over 18?..." He spoke, Gabe heard the voices fade and drown out from the music playing in the club. Making his way directly to the bar he leaned against it. "Something strong, anything." He ordered as he took a long drag of the cigarette.
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Dressed in a leather jacket with a cyan brim, a pair of gray pants and combat boots, he'd wear his Beskar'gam, but any form of Mandalorian armor seemed to put Coruscant's police forces on high alert. Going with the whole stereotype game. God he hated cops.
He pinched a cigarette from his jacket pocket, idly popping the end in his mouth, lighting it with a match as he made his way towards one of the better nightclubs. Hey, if he was here he might as well get the best available drinks, hey?
When he finally arrived he was already greeted with a commotion "What do you mean I'm not on the list!?" A teenage human yelled at the rather buff bouncer in front of him, who sighed annoyingly, he looked as if he was two steps away from knocking the kid flat on his ass. "It means exactly what it means, kid. You're. Not. On. The. List."
Gabriel approched, the security guard knew him, and he let him past. "You okay, pal?" Gabe asked, looking inquisitevely at the teenager, obviously too young and too stringy to be in this kind of place. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm about to hit this kid if he doesn't clear off." He cursed between gritted teeth. "Here, take this big fella, you need it." He spoke, handing the bouncer a cigarette, lighting it for him with a match. "Thanks brother. Have fun in there." The bouncer gave Gabe a hearty slap on the back as he entered.
"HEY! How come he gets to go in?" The kid whined. "Maybe cause he's actually over 18?..." He spoke, Gabe heard the voices fade and drown out from the music playing in the club. Making his way directly to the bar he leaned against it. "Something strong, anything." He ordered as he took a long drag of the cigarette.
@[member="Phoenix Edorath"]