A P E X
Shortly after the SSB Auction...
Though the event hosted by Danger Arceneau was easily the highlight of the whole system, there were other attractions to die for. Chief among them - at least in the mind of one carnivorous Vicelord - was a quiet spot on the outskirt of town. It was just close enough to provide a stunning view of the sun as it dipped close to the skyline, but far enough away to avoid the din of urban life. Aesthetics aside, the restaurant was known for two things in particular: the finest cuts of beef this side of the Galaxy, and a wine selection that would make Naboo envious.
Given how many credits had been mercilessly burned at the event, the Vicelord had no qualms about adding a little bit more red to his ledger. As such, he invited one of his newfound companions, the lovely [member="Cim Salro"], to join him for a bite before they went their respective ways. The Auction had been vastly entertaining to say the very least, and this was Darth Metus' way of ending the day on a very high note.
He made a few assumptions when booking the reservation. He assumed that Miss Salro was a woman who valued her privacy, like most, and had requested a quiet table on the balcony. He also assumed that she had refined tastes of some sort, and as such when they entered the balcony, they were greeted by a bottle of wine awaiting them on the table. In true "suave" style, the Sith made certain to seat his companion first before easing himself into the chair across from her.
The waiter indulged them with a starting glass before giving them time to parous the menu.
In the meantime, Darth Metus offered a smile.
"You've been making ripples, Miss Salro."
What he was getting at was anyone's guess.
[member="Cim Salro"]
Though the event hosted by Danger Arceneau was easily the highlight of the whole system, there were other attractions to die for. Chief among them - at least in the mind of one carnivorous Vicelord - was a quiet spot on the outskirt of town. It was just close enough to provide a stunning view of the sun as it dipped close to the skyline, but far enough away to avoid the din of urban life. Aesthetics aside, the restaurant was known for two things in particular: the finest cuts of beef this side of the Galaxy, and a wine selection that would make Naboo envious.
Given how many credits had been mercilessly burned at the event, the Vicelord had no qualms about adding a little bit more red to his ledger. As such, he invited one of his newfound companions, the lovely [member="Cim Salro"], to join him for a bite before they went their respective ways. The Auction had been vastly entertaining to say the very least, and this was Darth Metus' way of ending the day on a very high note.
He made a few assumptions when booking the reservation. He assumed that Miss Salro was a woman who valued her privacy, like most, and had requested a quiet table on the balcony. He also assumed that she had refined tastes of some sort, and as such when they entered the balcony, they were greeted by a bottle of wine awaiting them on the table. In true "suave" style, the Sith made certain to seat his companion first before easing himself into the chair across from her.
The waiter indulged them with a starting glass before giving them time to parous the menu.
In the meantime, Darth Metus offered a smile.
"You've been making ripples, Miss Salro."
What he was getting at was anyone's guess.
[member="Cim Salro"]