Helion entered the large nightclub with feigned interest. At least the place was heated... Unlike his billet he was stationed in, which often lost power… He didn’t go to establishments such as this one very much. Instead preferring to stay in his room where he could rest and read his precious books. Despite being a commando he found most his time enveloped in other worlds colored by the mind and drawn with imagination.
He had been invited by a marine he had served with, he believed she was interested in him, but as with most adults her age she seemed to be interested in every other sentient she came across as well. She was fun and outgoing where as Helion was introverted and quiet. He didn’t want to leave, but he could not say no when she offered to buy the drinks. Helion might’ve been quiet, but he was no fool. He knew a good deal when he saw it. So he took her up on her offer, but found himself quickly alone in such a crowded place.
The women ditched him when she spied a gaggle of her friends. Helion didn’t want to impose on the strangers, so he simply let her go whilst he meandered around the outskirts of the club. Strobe lights flashed with an irritatingly frequent pace, giving him quiet the headache. People danced all over the club, some even on tables. It was truly rambunctious and Helion had to watch himself lest bump the wrong person.
Eventually he gave up on being polite and decided to simply nudge people on the shoulder and force his way through, albeit with a subtle and gentle touch. He finally found the bar and decided to take a seat in the corner where he figured he’d attract the least amount of attention. The pub was settled in the far right of the building. It’s counter was illuminated by neon lights and half the patrons at it were the ones who were already too drunk to dance anymore.
Despite Helion’s attempt in being discreet, he stood out like a sore thumb. He wore his dress uniform with a bronze pin telling which house he was from. The dress uniform was black and heavily starched, with not a crease to be found. He appeared every bit the military professional and when people did take note they did so with quaint smiles and small chuckles. Helion was miserable and he simply wanted to go home.
So, with a dejected finger he tapped the bar and looked to the menu for the most alcoholic drink he could fine.
“I’ll take a Corellian brain buster, and make it a double,” He said over the roar of the music, then set his cap on the table before him.
The bartender gave him a mock salute then went about fixing his drink...
Edited by Helion'Nuruodo, 24 January 2019 - 04:41 PM.