Night Activities (Open to all)

[Richard Von]

Location: Nar Shaddaa - Corellian Sector

Entering the building from outside the dark night was upon us but this was when the casino thrived walking down the stairs he entered a large open room with quartz chandeliers and one bigger chandelier made out a gold-colored glass taking a left his pointed combat boots making the most satisfying tapping noise as he walked up to the second Space poker table sitting down now 6/8 players at the table gathering his hand the dealer had dealt.

 

[Hugo Nikanor Vasylyshyn]

Vasylyshyn glanced at his cards casually before setting them down, looking up at the newest player. It was a relatively tall Caucasian man with blank white eyes behind stark black hair, a combination that struck an interesting juxtaposition. Vasylyshyn noticed that the man was wearing combat armor beneath his jacket, which was not an uncommon choice in this part of town. In fact, Vasylyshyn himself wore armor, though it was more hidden beneath his black robes and cloak. He was not wearing his helmet at the moment, instead choosing a hood and cloth face mask to cover his features, though his vibrant blue-green eyes were still visible.

"Welcome to the table, stranger." Vasylyshyn spoke abruptly, his thinly accented voice cutting through the noise of the casino ((OOC: Imagine Eastern European)). "What brings you here to test your luck tonight?" Most everyone in this Galaxy had an interesting story at any particular time, and Vasylyshyn enjoyed the pompous rantings of whatever grizzled warrior found his way to the same tavern as him when he was in the right mood.

[member="Richard Von"]

 

[Richard Von]

Looking over at the man who spoke he looked like the normal type of player in here most likely some combat experience wanting to test his luck playing cards, it was never luck for Richard he seemed to lose often he comes here every week but he hadn't tried Space poker in a year or so " Yep, see if I can win for once ey " his voice confident and calm he bent the top right tip of his cards slightly to not show them to the Trandoshan to his right his expression not changing at all, once upon a time Richard played this game everynight he was decent at it but he fell off tonight would hopefull regain his love for the game.

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[Hugo Nikanor Vasylyshyn]

"Hahaha, you seem confident. I hope you do not expect to win, for I hate to disappoint the naive." Vasylyshyn spoke goadingly, teasingly, to the man across from him. As he spoke, the players around the table played their cards. The Trandoshan won, and hissed victoriously at the other players, reaching in to collect his chips.

"Eh eh eh.." In a flash, Vasylyshyn's gloved hand moved in to block the Trandoshan's reach. "Not so fast.." As he spoke he revealed his cards. He had beaten the Trandoshan, and the large lizard hissed in anger and slammed his fist on the table as Vasylyshyn collected his prize.

"Calm yourself, it's just a game my friend." He spoke smoothly, but there was a hint of condescension in his voice. "Isn't that right, stranger?" He asked [member="Richard Von"] , giving the man a sidelong look.

 

[Richard Von]

With a smile, the man spoke " It is best we keep it friendly " turning his head to whisper to [member="Hugo Nikanor Vasylyshyn"] " I fear that will be difficult these Trandoshan's tend to be aggressive " scooting his chips to the middle of the table as he awaited the next hand it would be difficult to play this type of game with a Trandoshan but if anything he could be handled the security would stop any fights and most likely throw the lizard out and if not it would seem his new friend would be able to take care of himself.

 

[Gatz Duolingo]

Clad in his red leather jacket, the smuggler known as Gatz Duolingo approached the card table, having caught the tail end of the Trandoshan's little temper tantrum. He allowed a light smile to cross his face; Trandoshan's were just too easy to rile up. Though, they also had a tendency to be violent, and so Gatz patted his thigh to ensure that his Z-10 was still holstered. Wiping the smirk off of his face, Gatz claimed the second to last seat at the table, and plopped himself down in it.

"Count me in," he nodded to the dealer, and when the man made a protest about money, Gatz threw a credit chit on the table, "I'm good for it, now deal please."

The smuggler shook his head in annoyance, as he waited for the rude dealer to slide his cards across the table. As much as he loved Nar Shaddaa, some of the natives (if you could even call them that) could be real pricks. As if Gatz would try and sit down at a gambling table without money, on the Hutt moon of all places. He wanted to pass the time with a game of cards, not risk getting plugged full of laser bolts.

"Has he been like this all night?" Gatz asked the rest of the table.

[member="Richard Von"] | [member="Hugo Nikanor Vasylyshyn"]