All work and no play makes Salk a very dull boy. Not too mention a cranky one. While it had been a few years since he had been this close to the core Salk needed some time away from the bowels of a hutt's backside also known as deep space.
This is what brought Salk to this particular club on this particular night. While still a place of ill repute at least this one was considerably cleaner that most of the dives Salk normally frequented. In honor of that fact Salk decided to forgo his normal leathers and instead entered the club wearing a more business like attire. Not that it could do anything to soften the soulless appearance in his eyes or the long largely unkempt hair. Or the fact him still had the blade tucked up his sleeve and the holdout blaster tucked in his boots.
Walking up to the bar Salk grabbed a Corellian Ale before turning towards the stage to see who the current dancer was. Smiling with a hint of appreciation Salk picked a seat at a table on the second row centered in front of the stage to enjoy the show.
[member="Amber Zahir"] [member="Sanus"]
This is what brought Salk to this particular club on this particular night. While still a place of ill repute at least this one was considerably cleaner that most of the dives Salk normally frequented. In honor of that fact Salk decided to forgo his normal leathers and instead entered the club wearing a more business like attire. Not that it could do anything to soften the soulless appearance in his eyes or the long largely unkempt hair. Or the fact him still had the blade tucked up his sleeve and the holdout blaster tucked in his boots.
Walking up to the bar Salk grabbed a Corellian Ale before turning towards the stage to see who the current dancer was. Smiling with a hint of appreciation Salk picked a seat at a table on the second row centered in front of the stage to enjoy the show.
[member="Amber Zahir"] [member="Sanus"]