Cyberjunk
Solstice Vine had a reputation.
Cloud City’s hottest nightclub brought a touch of Zeltros flare to the Outer Rim, so it was easy to have a good time. Booze flowed, music thrummed, and strobe lights danced over the sea of bodies on the floor. Even the best of club security could not keep the occasional shady deal from going down, nor could it predict every drunken fight or jilted ex-lover from causing a ruckus.
Similar to last year, a massive fight had caused the club to shut down for repairs for a few months. A poor rice vendor, who was trying to hatch a business deal with a locally famous restaurateur, had been accused of trying to sell spice by a lawman who’d misheard the conversation. While such deals often went on in the background, to discuss the alleged sale of narcotics (and grains) so openly was heavily frowned upon.
Regardless, the damage from that encounter had been mended, and once again the nightclub had opened its doors to the public. While all guests were checked at the door for weapons, it wasn’t impossible to sneak in a blade or a small blaster, if you knew how to hide it. A few patrons who’d been surly and drunk enough to throw punches had already been removed by security droids, but due to the low lighting and packed crowds, it had taken them a while to navigate their way to the troublemakers.
One could easily find themselves dancing on the first floor, or watching the crowds from a booth or barstool on the second floor. If you had the right connections (or enough credits, or were sneaky enough), a VIP room and even the rooftop were accessible. Still, it was a setting conducive to merriment, vice, and not being able to hear people over the loud music.
“I have a boyfriend.”
A Zabrak man leaning against the bar flashed her a toothy grin.
“So?”
Thwack!
The would-be Cassanova was left with a red welt in between two horns at the crown of his head. Yula tisked, and threatened him with another flick of her fingers. With the amount of pressure she’d applied, a playful gesture had turned into a painful one.
“Get lost, herder of nerfs.”
Maybe it was the pink skin, or maybe it was the dress that was cut too short and too long in the right areas.
The shock written on the Zabrak’s face melted quickly into irritation. He covered his forehead with one hand, chalking the Zeltron up as a lost cause. His attention shifted elsewhere in an instant, and Yula resumed clawing her way through the crowd.
“Aeris, where are youuuu.” Yula’s groan garnered the attention of a nearby Mirialan. At least she thought she was a Mirialan, given how the club’s ever-changing colored lighting could alter the hue of one’s skin tone. “Hey,” She grasped the woman at the shoulder "You see a uh…blonde lady? Looks like a Jedi?”
“…What does a Jedi look like?”
“You know, like a Jedi.” Yula waved her hands in a nondescript gesture.
“With the monk robes?”
“Well, yes. But, no.”
Frustrated, Yula pushed past the dumbfounded woman. Somehow she’d lost the librarian Jedi in the crowd, underestimating the other woman’s ability to put away the shots.
“Damnit, Aeris. Should’ve put a collar on you.”
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OOC: Remember to please avoid aggressive PVP in this thread. Barfights and bounty hunting are okay, attacking the crowds will make me a sad panda. Above all, have fun and follow the site’s general rules (keep it PG-13)!
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Brooke Waters
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Caltin Vanagor
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Salis
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Starlin Rand
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