Rebekka Brek Madak had seen this bar the other day, and had decided that he would get in, even if he had to sneak in somehow. After researching some things on the holonet, he found it wasn't very hard; simply look the part, and have enough money on hand to pay for drinks.
He was sitting in a poolside lounge chair, enjoying the view (ie; the beautiful women, the plants, and the waterfalls and the decorative pool details.... in that order, more or less). It was so very different than the metallic colors, the dull browns, and the harsh and overly-bright neons of the underlevels that he had grown up in. It was almost literally a whole other world, in all senses of the expression.
His Corsican Sunrise drink had since congealed together again into a weird purple-green drink, which was supposed to remain largely a layered drink, with 3 gradient layers of cherry red, sunshine yellow, and sky blue. He didn't care, as it still tasted the same to him, in his currently lambasted state.
He was definitely out of place; everything about him was a study in shades of gray and very muted colors, (except for his intensely cobalt blue eyes), which contrasted heavily with the bright tropical colors around him, in pinks and greens and oranges and reds and yellows, and slight touches of blue and black.
