Rekha Kaarde
Ms. Sarcasm
[SIZE=12pt]Location: Bespin[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Bespin is not known for being a party place. Its reputation was in fact perfectly innocuous something that Rekha when she had first arrived was completely happy with. That was then. When pilots looked at Bespin from space it looked lifeless, it looked orange and sandy with the occasional white band circling.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]If you stood on the platform where the Underground Bar was and watched the night sky you'd wonder again why you were out this far, listening to the sounds as they knocked on the sky above them. It was a wonderous thing, and the slow music that made everything pull together for a single moment, classic.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Rekha was growing lonely out here on the far reaches of Bespin.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Now she wanted some company, people that came in knew how to enjoy the smells of a bar. This place the Underground Bar it smelled like a bar should not of sickening sweat, and spit but of grain alcohol. The air was warm and welcoming, the lights low lit to make you feel comfortable, sleepy even.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]She recently joined up with the Underground, which she found ironic, the Underground Bar and the Underground.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]So.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]What does a bar owner do when they are bored?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Throw a party. So she put out some feelers and got some touches back. Great…stock the bar, bring in the food, saddle up the thranta, bring on the band it’s PARTY TIME. She give piece cantina band could play anything, and play they did. She wondered if they thought that she had gone off the deep end with the shindig she was throwing. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]She was a firm believer in if you offer free food, they will come.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=12pt]Bespin is not known for being a party place. Its reputation was in fact perfectly innocuous something that Rekha when she had first arrived was completely happy with. That was then. When pilots looked at Bespin from space it looked lifeless, it looked orange and sandy with the occasional white band circling.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]If you stood on the platform where the Underground Bar was and watched the night sky you'd wonder again why you were out this far, listening to the sounds as they knocked on the sky above them. It was a wonderous thing, and the slow music that made everything pull together for a single moment, classic.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Rekha was growing lonely out here on the far reaches of Bespin.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Now she wanted some company, people that came in knew how to enjoy the smells of a bar. This place the Underground Bar it smelled like a bar should not of sickening sweat, and spit but of grain alcohol. The air was warm and welcoming, the lights low lit to make you feel comfortable, sleepy even.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]She recently joined up with the Underground, which she found ironic, the Underground Bar and the Underground.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]So.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]What does a bar owner do when they are bored?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Throw a party. So she put out some feelers and got some touches back. Great…stock the bar, bring in the food, saddle up the thranta, bring on the band it’s PARTY TIME. She give piece cantina band could play anything, and play they did. She wondered if they thought that she had gone off the deep end with the shindig she was throwing. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]She was a firm believer in if you offer free food, they will come.[/SIZE]
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[member="Sam Turain"]
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[SIZE=12pt][member="Veino Garn"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt][member="Eliza Steele"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt][member="Andrasta Sitra"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt][member="Remy Steele"]
[SIZE=12pt][member="Veino Garn"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt][member="Eliza Steele"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt][member="Andrasta Sitra"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt][member="Remy Steele"]