Vaylin
Moirai No More
Zeltros
Club Blush
Vaylin would've laughed if you had told her she'd eventually find herself in a nightclub. Especially as a means to try and unwind. The Zabrak had tried several times to try and do so, the latest having took her to Dantooine to simply find some peace and quiet. That didn't turn out as expected, but taking down a wannabe cult as fun in itself. But it did nothing in trying to help her unwind, which ultimately led her to randomly browsing the HoloNet for something. Low and behold, Vaylin stumbled across an advertisement for Blush and something clicked.Or rather, it was more of 'eh what the hell, why not?' Though it was also a planet she had yet to explore for herself, so that was a plus - hopefully. With a plan in mind, the Zabrak set course for Zeltros.
Upon arriving she discovered something she wasn't expecting, that being the amount of pheromones that were in the air. The last time she had been surrounded by something similiar was back on Dxun, and that wasn't exactly the greatest subject to be constantly reminded of. Nonetheless she persevered and trekked on through the Indigo District and to the club itself. It was immediately apparent it was a rough area but the Zabrak couldn't help but compare it to Katarr. In which case, it paled in comparison but shared many shades of the same darkness that lingered around corners and down alleyways.
Once she was in Blush, only then did Vaylin finally manage to settle, taking up a seat the bar on the Second Floor. She was dressed rather casually; not really one for dresses, instead preferring a shirt and trousers. It was fairly similiar to how she looked during her time on the Technicolor Beat, which was quite relevant to her current situation. That night had provided lessons the Zabrak hadn't experienced before, namely involving the consumption of alcohol. While she hadn't since made a habit to drink a lot more, it provided a value piece of knowledge to manage how much she drank, well unless she intended to get blackout drunk.
She let out a threatening growl as a male patron tried to saddle up beside her. The message seemed to get across quickly, as he was swiftly turning tail away from her. And it hadn't been the first time either, constantly both men and women had approached her. Each time she had dismissed them, with a glare, growl or just flipping them off. She was not in the mood to unwind like that tonight, no matter how much the lingering pheromones were trying to pull her. To Vaylin, they were like having an itching sensation buried under her skin - impossible to get at no matter what she did.
The obvious solution was to leave, but that would be admitting defeat, and that's just not something Vaylin did.
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