Vibe Terrorist
<<Hey. Been a minute. Let's meet on NarSh. There's a place you'll like.>>
A location drop followed, a club in the Corellian Sector of Nar Shaddaa called TekTonix.
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Isar sat in a booth by himself on the third floor of the club, watching the mass of writhing bodies on the floor below as he sipped his third drink. Or maybe his fourth. Aw, shit. He'd lost count again already. Funny how that happened, eh. Already done a line of spice so his senses buzzed as he drank in the emotions heaving around him from the club, a wild carefree abandon. Like tomorrow never would come.
He wore a flashy gold spacer vest and a gauzy, semi-translucent shirt beneath. His pants on the other hand were tactical and black, just like his boots. Isar sniffed as his violet eyes stared up at the blistering array of lights sweeping the floors amid jets of smoke blasted from the floor and ceiling. The music from a floating DJ shook the entire club. Isar leaned back in the sofa, feet kicked out onto the table carelessly.
Spent a week recovering from the undercity excursion, but he didn't want to think on it. He'd "recovered" to the point that the local liquor store knew him by name. Never a good sign. Somehow, Isar always knew how to make a situation worse. That's why he'd invited Sael to this place. Corellian Sector wasn't at all like the Red Light, in most ways. And it was safe.
Well.
As safe as you could be on Nar Shaddaa.
Alcariel