A Floating Fête

[Grundark]

If it wasn't for the existence of Hutts Grundark was quite sure nothing would have been built large enough to accommodate the larger species. Everything was based around the tiny humanoid sizes, ridiculously so. Of course that was half the reason he was here, he'd been searching for this one for quite some time now, this [member="Hion the Herglic"]. It been, well, years since he'd made an offer on Hapan, but the Cragmoloid had just come around to accepting it a short time ago. Of course getting to the Herglic to accept his offer wasn't nearly as simple as one would have hoped. He'd already had to hunt another of his kind down who'd offered training, but that one had been the second master to leave Grundark without a single lesson.

So flapping his ears in mild irritation at the past he continued towards the the host, normally he wouldn't be hard to find, but he wasn't the only Herglic here at the moment. For the moment though he was busy it seemed, shaking hands, and doing all the other good hosts activities. Of course Grundark wasn't actually invited per say, but still he was sure the Herglic's offer was still good, he hadn't put a timer on it after all. Looking behind him he checked a large column before leaning against it, after all breaking the host's house was a poor way to start things off. He was however quite pleased as he saw some larger glasses about the place, at least he'd be able to actually drink properly for once.


[member="Hion the Herglic"]

 

[Azula Tindara]

[member="Darth Vulkan"]

Ah, an opportunity! Thrukk decided. With an incline of the head he shot the pair a grin. Flat teeth the size of piano keys with just a hint of yellow tinge – after all he’d had them cleaned especially – became visible.

“A pleasure tae meit ye Miss Tarkona,” he drawled. “Aam Thrukk Gulpdar. Weapons testin', mercenary, bodyguard an' occasional drunk. Armatech hae bin garnerin' a top reputation fur quality - if pricey - kit.”

But of course such a rich man would have such a exceptional specimen on his arm. Twi'leks were a little skinny for his taste; Thrukk preferred a bit more meat on the bone. However, they were so prevalent in Hutt establishments that he had learned to live with the downsides.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Seela wrapped her arm around his waist and rested her lekku on his chest, slipping one of them under his coat smoothly where he could feel its warmth, and the subtle contented twitchings of the brain tail, almost instantly having Seela's desired effect of calming Vulkan. The gestures reassured him that she was his, and publicly bound them together for this occasion.

A droid returned with a pair of drinks, a glass of fruit juice and mixed rums for Seela that was only mildly alcoholic, and a tumbler of amber gold whiskey for Draco. He handed Seela's her drink before taking possession of his own, careful to never break contact with the Twi'lek on his arm and wrapped around him. "Here you are dear." He said as he handed her a drink, giving her a soft kiss as he did so.

"And yes its a bit expensive from my knowledge, but it sells. Is there something I can do for you, mister Thrukk." At this point Vulkan was almost willing to pay the Houk his fee to leave him alone, but that would have been rude to say. And there was no issues with making a deal with an expert mercenary.

[member="Thrukk Gulpdar"]
[member="Seela Tarkona"]

 

[Azula Tindara]

[member="Darth Vulkan"]

Thrukk decided the CEO must have been looking to start up more conversation. It didn't surprise him, the atmosphere was so flat. People were drinking and yet there was still no hint of an atmosphere. There was a loud squeal as he dragged a chair across the marble floor. The nearest guests grimaced, but the oblivious Thrukk continued.

"Yeah an' sellin' weel an' costin' loads main pure techt lots ay spaur cash fur expensife things!" Thrukk exclaimed, his eyes flicking between the pair.

"Dae ye happen tae hae onie mair subtle tricks fur self protection. Some ay mah clients coods dae wi' somethin' loch 'at."

 

[Laira Darkhold]

When the Houk sat down with the pair, Vulkan internally seethed. He was careful not to let the emotion show, but it was there. All he wanted was some alone time with Seela before things got crowded or a thousand people started talking about business and stocks and what have you. "I'm afraid you've caught me rather unprepared, mister Gulpdar. I was more of an administrator than a salesman when it comes to the company I founded." A simple excuse to try and leave the conversation, working towards an end. The droid that was going to escort them around the grounds was standing next to the trio, waiting after it had returned with Seela and Vulkan's drinks.

"I'm sure the boys in the R and D department make something, Doubler Suits come to mind, as do personal shields. Why don't I give you this," he pulled out a business card from a pocket, "and you can contact Markus Rach about any inquiries about the product line they produce these days. I must admit, I spend most of my time relaxing and depositing dividend checks, rather than working these days." He glanced at the droid again and then back to Seela, still wrapped around him, lekku slipped comfortably into his jacket where he could feel their warmth, and Seela could feel his heartbeat with them. With his most affectionate voice, Vulkan addressed Seela as though she were a noble woman with the man she clutched firmly wrapped around her finger. "My darling, would you like to take that tour now? It seems our escort is waiting for us." Through the Force his mood was still light, if a bit exhausted of dealing with people. His aura almost pleaded with her to assist him in excusing themselves from the commons for a time.

[member="Seela Tarkona"]
[member="Thrukk Gulpdar"]