Xevshe looked around the noisy cantina as he strolled toward the bar, smiling and nodding at several patrons as he walked by. At a nearby table sat a circle of young Corellian women, dressed to the nines and looking decidedly out of place at a bar in Corellia's warehouse district. As he sat, he scanned the room but he saw no sign of Chedi. He nodded at a nearby bartender. "Corellian ale."
The bartender filled a glass and placed it gently in front of Xevshe. He lifted the glass and looked at it for a moment, as if to rate the drink's color and composition. He took a big swig and suppressed a grimace. He missed the spirits back on Falleen. Whatever this swill was, he was already tired of it. He nodded in thanks to the bartender, then withdrew a few credits. He placed them gently on the bar and pushed away from the bar in a single, graceful motion. He must have looked not unlike a large graceful bird of prey, his deep purple robes flowing freely as he carefully circled the room looking for Chedi. Where did that kid get away to?
After a few moments he noticed two of the Corellian women slip away from the table, presumably to pick up the next round for the table. The two Corellians chattered as they looked over the list of available spirits. He moved closer with purpose, standing a slightly behind the pair at an unthreatening distance.
"You should try the Selonian Brandy," he said leaning in closer behind them, "It pairs nicely with most of the food available here." The women turned to face him slightly, their faces revealing their surprise and... something more. He had absolutely no idea if Selonians even made brandy. One of the girls smiled at him. He wagered it didn't matter anyway.
By most standards, the Falleen were an aesthetically pleasing species. Most Falleen would never leave their homeworld. The few that did were often, like Xevshe, members of noble houses. As such, most beings who encountered the falleen encountered the most polished, proper, and often impressive members of the species. It also helped that most of expatriate falleen, unlike Xevshe, had the sometimes immense wealth of their family house to back-up the etiquette of nobility they projected. That meant in most social circles, members of the falleen species could operate with a high degree of charisma and charm and had the ability to buy their way into whatever situation they might choose to partake in. And, when that failed, the reptilian humanoids could stack the deck with their pheromones.
Like clockwork, Xevshe was back at the girls' table only a moment later, sitting centrally flanked by the pair of girls and their friends. Pheromones filled the air immediately around Xevshe. He spun tales of fictional exploits as the first mate of the Trailblazer. They laughed, he smiled. His actions, while manipulative, were not impure...at least not this evening, anyway. He merely wished to be surrounded by beautiful women while he waited for his young associate to appear and accidentally stumble into a job, danger, or both.
Suddenly, through the crowd he spotted his young associate stumbling around a sabacc table. Chedi, this isn't a pleasure cruise, he thought to himself. Xevshe's voice, and attention trailed off. "Excuse me ladies, I believe my captain needs me." They pleaded for him to stay, one going so far as to write her comms channel on a scrap which she gave to Xevshe. He took it, completely ignoring her and the others. When he was a safe distance away, he tossed the scrap into a refuse receptacle. He moved swiftly toward Chedi and the others sitting around the sabacc table.
[member="Mariya Pyne"] | [member="Chedi Iqari"] | [member="Atlas Viridian"] | [member="Setter Ryburn"] | [member="Kira Vaal"]