Getting down to smooth sounds & living it up at The Smooth Spacers Club

[hbomb656]

| Jorge's Smooth Spacers Club |​

| ~{GRAND OPENING}~ |​

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Location:
~| At Jorge's Smooth Spacers Club
~| In Carson City
~| On Kyrayc
Points of interest:
~| 1st Floor contains:
~| Jizz-wailers doing their thing, playing music on the stage.
~| The dance floor in front of the stage for dancing.
~| The Main Bar includes: seats at the bar, and fantastic drinks.
~| Bathrooms.
~| 2nd Floor contains:
~| The Balcony Bar/Kitchen includes: seats at the bar, pretty grand drinks, and food.
~| Various tables to eat, chit chat & relax at.
~| Private rooms / booths for personal matters.
~| The Owners Office.
~| Stairs to roof access.
Appearance:
~| Exterior.
~| Interior.

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The Smooth Spacers Club is finally open to public, after a few months of preparation the building is now in it's best condition and the inside renovations are complete.

Inside a prominent local Jizz-wailing band sets up their equipment getting ready to start playing and the clubs bartenders, waiters and cooks prepare for customers to arrive.

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Soon the people did find their way into the club and the employees got to work, catering the customers every need when it came to it. The band started to play covers from other fellow musicians, and as if it was scripted people took to the dance floor.

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The invitations were sent out prior and the owner of the new establishment was hoping he'd see some of his acquaintances show up to enjoy themselves.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Madalena moved a strand of hair from her face, checking her reflection out in the mirror. The corset she had chosen for tonight emphasized the right thing, and the pants that went with it made her lower half look as great. The combat boots were slightly much, but at her height, she didn't really need the high heels anyway. Besides, the boots made hiding a few Czerka knives easier since she didn't want to be entirely weaponless. Having no weapons on was worse than being entirely nude in front of the class.

The idea of tonight excited her. She'd received the invitation along with a bunch of people in the Confederacy, and it would be her first party since officially joining the Knights Obsidian. She sincerely hoped that other Knights would attend as well, since it was the socializing with fellow battle comrades that she mostly wanted.

Pleased with the way she looked, Madalena left the Nutcracker. It was a handful of minutes later that she arrived at the Smooth Spacers Club, a huge grin on her face. She was still early, but that was all right. It meant she could walk around, know the layout, and then go chill by the bar, even if she had no intention of drinking. Or drinking too much.

She wasn't sure. The last time she'd drunk she'd woken up with memories gone and her stomach being weird. It was still being weird even though it had been over a week, but still... No, it'd be smarter not to get intoxicated tonight. But there'd be dancing, which meant there was a good chance she'd be able to sleep without waking up from the nightmares that terrorized her.

With a light step, Madalena entered the Smooth Spacers Club, her chest full of excitement for the night to come.

 

[Crocell]

When she went anywhere, it was in style. The beautiful Raven-Haired Femme Fatale arrived in an elegant luxury speeder which pulled up to the club only a few minutes after Madalena had arrived. The passenger door opened and a Rodian stepped out, well-dressed in a suit and obviously armed with a concealed weapon; however, his job was as to be inconspicuious. The Rodian walked the short distance to the rear of the speeder and opened the door.

Long, smooth legs exited first, and Ivory stepped out onto the sidewalk, smoothing her dress. She cast a bright smile, her teeth sparklingly white, at the Rodian and gave him a wave. Her hair was done in a gorgeous half bun, one side of her skull shaved, and her hair accentuating her exquisite neck-line. Black heels covered her feet and she walked with authority, exuding a sense of power, self-confidence, and grace. She entered the club alone, giving a wink and a wave to the man watching the door.

Inside, the club was breathtaking... Elegant drapes were strung to- & fro, and the lighting was soft & ethereal; blues, purples, yellows, reds, and a dozen other colors made the place appear alien yet familiar. There weren't many in the building yet, as she had arrived quite early herself. Ivory took a moment to familiarize herself with the layout of the lower level, locating the exits, the restrooms, the kitchen, and a few nooks & crannies (for secret rendezvous of any kind).

Satisfied, the powerful Intergalactic Criminal made her way to the bar, finding one of her companions in The CIS had already arrived. Ivory slipped into a seat at the bar behind Madelena with a wink and a grin, "Oh my stars... You look gorgeous!"

 

[Kylo Kyr'am]

LOCATION
Name: Spacers Club, Carson City, Kyrayc

OUTFIT

Spoiler

Kylo heard about this new club opening in his families city. So while his father was down the street doing a business deal, Kylo decided to go see this club. Kylo was sporting a black suit with a white button up shirt and a black and gold tie. Kylo has never really been the one to dress so fancy and formal, but he figured for tonight, kriff it, why not. Kylo straightened his tie as he walked down the street looking around seeing people drunk or having a good time going in and out of bars and casinos or even restaurants. Kylo reached the spacers club and looked up at it taking it in. He fully examined all the neon lights glowing as the night sky covered the building in darkness. Kylo nodded thinking it looked good on the outside, but how did it look inside. Kylo walked up to the door and greeted the security guards. Kylo informed them of his name and they quickly let Kylo in knowing his family owned the city.


Kyle walked in through the front door and then through the main lobby. Kylo looked all and in Amazement. This was nice. The purple glowing lights, the two floors and balcony, live band, two bars and dance floor.......a dance floor? Pfft Kylo dance, HA yeah right, not happening. He already didn't like being here. It wasn't the environment, it was the people, he hated people. He didn't like socializing. Kylo shrugged it off and made his way to the stairs and quickly went up them to the top floor bar. Kyle walked up to the bar and ordered a Mando'ale. The bartender quickly made the drink in a Crystal Clear glass that glowed Purple. Kylo examined the glass and nodded in approval. Kylo turned as he took a sip then facing the balcony rested his arms on them watching the first floor from the second floor balcony as he enjoyed his drink.


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[member="Ivory Stroud"]
[member="Scherezade deWinter"]
[member="Jorge"]

 

[Ravenfire]

Rex was dead but his ghost remained in the force randomly attaching itself to places occasionally for no reason. This one was no different. It was a bar. He sighed till he saw who owned it and where he was. In CIS and it was under one [member="Jorge"] . He had run against the man once when the Black Bha'lir was still a thing before it disappeared into oblivion. Well since he was here wouldn't hurt to go say hi.

He could care less who saw him in his current state eventually he would float back to his son and it wasn't like there would be a spirit eater here. The only one he had ever met had been his master and well she never left her planet. On his way he passed another woman he was familiar with one [member="Scherezade deWinter"]. Things got more and more curious. He wouldn't say anything as he passed making his way to go see Jorge.'

"Hello there, you must be the owner of this establishment. Jorge right, if i remember correctly, I ran against you once during your raid on the ministry of science. Good times. You seem to have done well for yourself. It's good to see." He would say with a smile. If he was going to be stuck here for a bit better to have some chats than not speak. He spotted two other prominent people he had never met before but what did he care, he was dead and reminiscing, how better to live through undeath.

Then as if remembering something "You never actually meet me did you. That's right, but I knew you funny what things just blend together in memory. My name is Rex Taff I was once the head of the ministry of science for the CIS before leaving and was the reason all the droids came at you on that one job. I knew you cause well the ministry keeps files on everyone within the CIS just to keep an eye on health of our members."

[member="Ivory Stroud"], [member="Kylo Kyr'am"]

 

[Lirka Ka]

In truth Lirka wasn't big on parties, she had been in far too many of them as a child and afterwards had become far too much of a loner during her next career paths. Parties to her had been all about showing off how strong she was as champion of Choah, that didn't get her far. So needless to say, she had cast aside everything she had held true and actually did that foreign concept called enjoying herself.

And showing off.

Not in the conventional sense of course, Lirka was the definition of "overly modest", or "insanely paranoid", depending on who you asked. Her concept of showing off was wearing her shiny new armor, repaired after it was damaged while fighting alongside the CIS. New, shiny, and fixed up. Not unlike herself too, Lirka had healed moderately well from her physical injuries too.

Nothing quite made someone more sociable than a near death experience, in her own experiences at least, Lirka went on to enjoy herself. Irresponsibly blowing money off on booze that she was quick to chug down, like a true Underworld denizen, and generally for once being actually approachable, or an actual person, instead of a cold and blank slate of violence. She rattled off stories to anyone who'd listen to her half-drunken (it was quite the time for rare sights, Lirka almost never allowed herself the vulnerability of intoxication) tales, wrestling Slice Hounds and dueling Acklays. They almost all revolved around her pit-fighting career, you don't work there as long as her and not get a few stories.

Maybe she'd get used to this whole enjoying yourself thing.

[member="Ivory Stroud"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Kylo Kyr'am"]

 

[A'Runda]

How does a lonely Tusken get an invitation to the grand opening of a club? They don't, they just hear about it from other people. Such is the case for A'Runda. He'd only been to one other club and he had no idea what he was doing. But this time, after the former trial and error, he was more prepared. Actually coming in with much more "appropriate garbs". Wearing an old smoking jacket with some other finer clothes. Of course he was still covered head to toe. He'd be damned if he wasn't going to follow tradition just because he was in a club. So he kept his head wrapped up in more finer cloth and topped it off with some shades. Other then the dress code, it wasn't very Tusken. But he didn't need to look like one all the time to be one.

However, that was the easy part, now he just needed to get in. After it was his turn to get inside the bouncer stopped him. "Sorry sir but I think you're gonna need to take your mask off inside."

"Eyak ur urah gu" (Please, leave my clothes) the Tusken replied in a mildly frustrated tone. After speaking it was clear the bouncer had no idea what he just said. Who would? It's not like the language was very popular outside of his home planet. Not wanting to make a scene and run the possibility of being labeled bigot, he sighed and stepped aside to let A'Runda in. Figured that he was some sort of wacky alien under the wraps where trying to argue him out of them would be pointless. Nodding politely to the bouncer he walked in.

With his gloved hands in his pockets he took in the view of the club's interior. Admiring the look of it. Of course seeing in the inside was a little hard given the dim lighting added on with his shades. But he'd been through worse, so it wasn't much trouble. Now that he was in he wasn't all too sure what to do. Perhaps it was time to start socializing with some of the others who were actually invited.

[member="Lirka Ka"]
[member="Kylo Kyr'am"]
[member="Ivory Stroud"]
[member="Scherezade deWinter"]
[member="Jorge"]

 

[Darth Miseria]

Location: Inside Jorge's Smooth Spacers Club​

Wearing: [x]​

[member=Jaron Lesan] | [member=Darth Ivum]​

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Brilliant strips of purple light danced over the impressively decorated club. A hundred feet tapping on a glass dance floor could be heard over the blaring speakers that pumped out the latest songs. The music pounded an infectious rhythm against Dianah's rib cage. There was nothing more satisfying then the thump of a heavy beat, something about it whisked you away into a world where troubles don't exist. No training, no missions, no worries. For a few hours or more there would be nothing to do but drink, dance and socialise.

To put the icing on the cake, she wasn't here alone. Jaron had been dragged along on this little outing under the guise of a mission, which he soon found to be completely made up. To her delight she had even managed to wrestle him into a rather fetching suit. It paired nicely with the flashy wine coloured dress she had chosen for herself. She had painted her caramel coloured eyelids a sparkling gold to match the tall heels hidden away in the folds of her skirt. The deep red of her lipstick drew out all the freckles that dotted along the bridge of her nose and across her cheeks.

A brilliant smile had made it's home on her face from the moment they had stepped off the ship. With Jaron being dragged unwillingly behind her, she made her way straight to the bar for something that would inevitably burn her throat. She waved quickly toward [member=Ivory Stroud] and [member=Scherezade deWinter] before turning her attention to the vast collection of alcohols. In the space of two minutes, after shouting some pleasantries over the music with the bartender, three glasses of toffee coloured liquid had been laid out in front of her. One for her, one for Jaron and one for her big brother Ivum.

She turned on the heel of one of her shoes with two glasses clutched in her elegant fingers. One she offered to Jaron and the other she held up to her lips.

'I finally get to show you how to have some real fun. Listen and learn cyar'ika, tonight you're my student.'

 

[Jaron Lesan]

Location: Inside Jorge's Smooth Spacers Club​

Wearing: [X]​

[member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Darth Ivum"]​

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Dianah was in big trouble. Well, she wasn't, but she was. When the offer to join her on a very important mission that had been quote, "sure to impress my father and make him love you forever," Jaron jumped at the chance. Metus made him nervous and understandably so. Sith took what they wanted, but Jaron wasn't there yet. The thought that one would simply wrestle one of Darth Metus' daughters from him seemed insane, and guaranteed the person had a death wish. Jaron did not, so he would do anything to show Metus that he was a worthy suitor. Dianah exploited it. The suit, well, she exploited something else she knew about Jaron, his voracious appetite for her. It seemed he was not going to wear black as his main color for the night, though at least the tie had some.

She was too excited for this, then again, Dianah was too excited for just about everything. Her zest to live was something that Jaron loved about her. She was almost his exact opposite, and was in the areas that she needed to be. There were things he would do for her, that no one else could claim, not even his own mother. Being drug into a club was one of them.

The place meant people, and a lot of people. From the moment they walked into the door Jaron wanted to run out. While this environment was energizing for Dianah, it was the embodiment of everything that drained every bit of energy that Jaron used to fuel himself. He was energized by being alone, and the fact Dianah was his only close connection to anything human, that was fine. Deep down he knew that she knew well and good how much of a labor of love this was for her. After all, if he wanted a future with her, Jaron could not remain the lonely recluse.

Jaron took the offered shot, and the glass went to his lips. He didn't wait for Dianah to tell him it was okay to drink, the liquid just found its way to his stomach without any provocation it seemed. A sigh escaped his mouth as he had forgotten how much the liquid could sting, but waved the bartender for another. As long as the liquid courage was flowing, Jaron would eventually come out of his own skin.

"As you wish, cyare, but if the limbo bar comes out... I'm out of here..."

Jaron winked and pressed a kiss to Dianah's lips. It was definitely to remind himself of why he was there.

 

[Luna Vega]

Cause it's all 'bout that bass...'bout that bass...

...no treble.​

Business had been about as slow as a whisky burn, the lass decided. Current events aside, the pirate was bored. Dromund Kaas had been the latest adventure and while it proved fruitful, it was over. She sighed. The soft pad of her finger pushed at the screen of her datapad, scrolling through messages and swiping to discard a few. Upon noting nothing that struck her interest or of grave importance, she tossed it upon the chair in the corner of the cabin. You're not a criminal anymore, Lu. It was a comforting thought- her dossier being clean- however, that came with certain expectations.

Expectations that were out for the night.

Luna had made yet another face to the reflection staring back, features wrinkling from the lack of comfort the current dress offered. It was itchy and shiny. "And itchy..." an azure strand was blew from in front of her gray eyes and her hands found their way to her hips. It is a Grand Opening. Just wear the dress. The narrowed gaze appeared as if she were ready to argue...with herself. Again. Alas, she had already and nearly twenty times. Soft, lightly painted petal lips tipped into a smirk brought on by the incessant chewing of her lower tier. Fiiine.

Carson city, Kyrayc​

Jorge’s Smooth Spacers Club​

First Floor | Entrance​

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Metallic buildings of various sizes cropped-up from the floor of the city-jungle, neon lights pulsing...seeking the attention like a siren. It simply called and received answer. Luna had peered up through thick lashes- the blues, reds, and purples catching the powder licked across her lids, causing them to shimmer as she strolled closer to the club. Her head shook finally-shockingly bright curls rivaling the lights ahead-to clear her vision.

Those heels tap-tapped upon the concrete path.

It wasn’t long before the lass dipped inside to let the ambiance swallow and finally guide her petite frame to the bar. Her bare arms slid along the smooth top, then her hands. No jewelry adorned her fingers, only inks and her nails lacquered a deep purple that appeared black. She shifted finally, drawing her hand up to cradle her chin while taking in the establishment.

 

[hbomb656]

Location:
~| In the club's office.
~| Inside the Club.
What is Jorge doing? Well:
~| Sleeping in the office.
~| Being confronted by a ghost of a person he barely knows.
Wearing:
~| Sloppier version of X & tan pants.
Hey you:
~| N/A

Today was a big day for Jorge, today was the day his club would finally open and all his acquaintances would show up to party.

But Jorge was doing something else with the day, rather than celebrating, he was in his office sprawled out on a nice comfortable sofa sleeping it away. The previous night the smuggler stayed up drinking as much as he could. (Which in all honesty, he couldn't handle much.) Jorge wanted to celebrate the occasion early, so he drank and drank until he passed out.

When Jorge eventually woke up, he began to regret the prior night.. not only for the slight hangover he had but for having slept through the start of the clubs first night. Jorge soon came to his senses when he heard a voice talking to him, this brought him partly out of his sleepy state and he sat up looking towards the direction where the voice came.

The first thing the man said that he understood as his comprehension and thoughts got less hazy was, "-You seem to have done well for yourself. It's good to see."
To which Jorge responded with: "W-what?"
Jorge had many questions as to who he was speaking to and they were answered without him having to ask.

During the man's explanation Jorge Oo'd & Aah'd multiple times still not out of his haze until man said: "I knew you because the ministry keeps files on everyone within the CIS just to keep an eye on health of our members."
From that statement Jorge realized who he was talking to, he rubbed his eyes and got a better look at the man, thinking about how something was off about him. "Hell, I didn't know they were keeping files on me that early in my employment.."

Jorge clearly still wasn't in the moment. Although he was talking to someone that used to be a "victim" of his endeavours, it seemed there weren't any grudges held for the past events, so Jorge didn't act standoffish at all.

After some time of silence between the two, Jorge let out a big yawn and afterwards happily said, "Well Rex it was nice catching up with you- or I mean- It was nice meeting you." Jorge stood up from the couch and smiled at the man. He straightened his jacket out and walked passed the man out the offices door onto the clubs second level.

Now that he was out in the open Jorge became aware of the way he looked and sought to fix it. He made his way through the crowd on the second floor and climbed up the stairs to where his YT-2400 was parked on the roof and where he could get dressed properly for the occasion.

For a little while longer the club would have to move on without its owner, and the band finished their first song, and started another setting a mood. [member="Luna Vega"]

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

Kyrayc. It had popped up on the ships nav-computer many times but never had she sat a foot on it despite often delivering contraband across the region, until now. After a succesful and also quite well-paid delivery on Geonosis she had seen an add on the holo-net about the club and decided it was time for some R&R.

Having parked the ship at a nearby landing pad she had made herself ready for the night. Never being a woman of fancy dresses and over-priced jewelery, often sticking to her regular smugglers attire, she had put together a different outfit for tonights adventures. A pair of black leggings together with an ornamented black corset made out of reek-skin with a brown neck-high upper portion, a pair of black leather boots that reached just below he knees. Tucked into the left boot was he vibro knife that she always carried around, just a precaution from past encounters. To finish it off she wore an old but rugged black leather coat from her days in the underworld of Coronet, Corellia. Her KYD-21 blaster pistol hang in its holster on the right side of her utility belt, partially concealed by the coat. In the belt was also her comlink and a few small pouches of unknown contents. As many twi'leks she wore a rylothian headpiece.

She stood outside just to the side of the stairs leading up to the enterance, with her shoulder leant against the wall puffing on a cigarette as she browsed her datapad for a moment. Ocaccionally looking up to see what guest the club would have tonight, aliens of all sorts and some humans, most were well dressed and the air was tense with the nights expectations. She threw the cigarette and put it out with her foot and put the datapad in the coats inner pocket before venturing up the stairs and inside the newly renovated and reopened club.

 

[hbomb656]

Location:
~| The Smooth Spacer Club
Objective:
~| Boogie Down.
Wearing:
~| This fleece, and some tan pants.
Hey you!:
~| [member="Tan'yill"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"] | [member="Luna Vega"] | [member="Rex Taff"]
~| [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] | @A'Runda | [member="Kylo Kyr'am"] | [member="Ivory Stroud"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]

~| **EVERYONE: PLEASE FEEL FREE TO CONTINUE YOUR LITTLE STORIES, till I get to you or you can come to me.**

Jorge walked down the ramp of his ship and proceeded back into the club, walking down to the steps leading to the 2nd floor.

By the time Jorge got himself together the band had already played a full set and was moving onto it's last song till they took a break. The song they played was an interesting cover, that complimented the chit chat in the club well.

The smuggler / club owner maneuver his way downstairs to the bar, he smiled at the bartender and ordered a shot of something / anything, preferably light. Jorge adjusted himself on the bar stool and looked to his sides, looking for anyone he knew. He did spot a few people, but they were farther down on either side of the bar talking amongst themselves.

Soon Jorge noticed a ("mean") elf lady [[member="Lirka Ka"]]a seat away from him, that seemed to be liking her drink. Jorge took his shot from the waiter and threw it back. He moved over a seat, now next to the woman, and started a conversation with her:

"Hi there, you seem to be enjoying yourself, how are you doing tonight?" he said with a smile, getting comfy on the seat beside her.

 

[Lirka Ka]

"Aye! I'm doin' damn fine!"

Lirka always was a bit more friendly when the mighty booze began flowing to lessen the nerves that seemed to so constantly edge against her. The armored gauntlet of the woman slammed down on the bar to simply emphasis how much she was enjoying herself, the people she had been rattling off to had graciously taken the coming of [member="Jorge"] as their escape to freedom, blending off to the crowd and escaping the rambling storytelling and half-nostalgia Lirka had been spitting out.

It was amusing too when the Sephi got drunk, her accent remained far more that of a noblewoman but she spoke with the bravado and slangish spunk of the Mercenary she had been for so much of her life. A simple anonymity in some sense of the word.

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

Upon entering the club she was greeted with music intensified and flashing lights matching perfect with the clubs interior. She had never visited the place before but Jorge's surely did a good job at pulling people inside. It looked like it had began to fill up for the evening and the oncoming night. What was even better was that at this side of the galaxy there was a less risk of running into some of her old foes, the feeling of anonymity were a comfort to her.

With her hands in the coats pockets she cruised neatly over the floor, through the crowds and at a distance aimed at a vacant seat which she took. Laying both lekkus in front of her just to be approached by an alert bartender asking what she would like. Corellian Brandy. One could always count on it, for a starter. As the bartender turned and fetched a bottle, he tossed it and spun it around once before pouring up the amber liquid in a short glass placed on a white napkin. Quite classy, and the human bartender had the looks with him too. Out of her control realy, it made a small smile reach her lips but she was quick to hide it with a sip from the glass and the bartender went to tend to another customer. A very rare reaction to be her, but it could be a sign of a great night coming.

 

[Kylo Kyr'am]

Kylo Continued to quietly sip his drink. He looked over to [member="Jorge"] trying to hit on [member="Lirka Ka"] Kylo cracked a smile and muttered "Try hard" kylo then took another sip of his drink simply watching people socialize and relaxed. kylo then would turn and find a U shaped couch in a corner with a table. Kylo walked to it and sat on the couch then scooted over to the corner of the couch and sat back enjoying the music. Not a bad place Kylo thought to himself.​

 

[hbomb656]

Location:
~| The Smooth Spacer Club
Objective:
~| Get down?
Wearing:
~| X |
Hey you:
~| [member="Lirka Ka"]

Jorge smirked at her response.

"Heh, that's good to hear."

The smuggler looked away from his the elf and got the attention of the bartender.
He ordered another shot of whatever he had before and started up again as he turned back to the woman.

"I assume you don't come here often." He joked.

Jorge got his drink only a few seconds later and continued on speaking.
"If you don't mind me asking, what brought you to this part of the city?"

Absently, he tapped the shot against the table, deciding to drink it later.

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Meanwhile the band in the background continued playing [X].

~| Poking the people:
~| [member="Jaron Lesan"] | [member="Luna Vega"] | [member="Rex Taff"]
~| [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] | @A'Runda | [member="Ivory Stroud"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

Her hazel green-yellowish gaze swept from the well-stacked shelves of the bar over to the Jizz-wailers performing on the scene. From once being in the music business, or whatever you called it in the Coronet underground, she could tell they were professionals and carefully chosen for the place. The style of down-beat, smooth tones was radicaly different than what she had played, though. Boy, how many times had she hammered that drumset years ago...

''You want a refill of that?''

The bartenders voice suddenly snapped her back from her thoughts and she straightened herself up a bit before answering the question with a quick nod and a smile.

''Yeah, sure. Thanks!'' she said and gently pushed the glass forward on the smooth counter.

The same bottle of brandy was again brought off the shelve and uncorked with a distinctive plopping sound, professionaly measured by the eyes of the bartender.

She put some credits along with a tip on the counter before standing up, taking the glass with her - it was time for some mingle around the room.

 

[Saria Messoa]

Twe'lik girls and nightclubs were an iconic duo, but that wasn't about to keep Saria from showing up and showing out. She was typically a tough, rough, and typically covered in some level of grease and grit. But for now, She cleaned up and put on something nice. It was time for Saria to let her lekkus down... metaphorically.

She ditched her leather top and spacer gear for a much more feminine black, sequin dress. The club lights on the dance floor caught off its shimmering surface and instantly made Saria feel more exposed than she had felt in a while. The spacer grit her teeth and would have instantly turned back if someone from behind her hadn't bumped her. The woman stumbled in further, just to keep from falling flat on her face. Saria grit her teeth, she guessed she was in her like it or not. She guessed she should get a few minutes to save face, but not enough to actually embarrass herself. She was cursing Diggs now more than she could ever express. She would teach that old Trandoshan to mind his own business when she got back to the Mystic Wanderer.

The dark-dress clad woman made her way to the bar, missing the feeling of her pistol by her side with every step. It made her feel even more off-balance than the high heels did. Her quest ended at last when Saria made her way to the bar.

Order something sexy. Something feminine. At least let people know you are a woman-y woman.

"A Whiskey, on the rocks." Damn it. Make it better. "Make it a Dodbri." God. Damn. It. Why are you like this, Saria?

 

[Lirka Ka]

“Damn right, never knew it existed’”

Lirka was friendly enough now that the booze was going, definitely good for Jorge rather than Ka’s usual gross amounts of aggression. This was a nice little establishment, and the booze was fine,

“Heard you folk, CIS ones, were around here. Needed to meet more of ya’”

That was more or less the reason why, and the booze, but the booze was always part of the motivation.

[member="Jorge"]