Private Afterlife

[Var Talon]

CLUB AFTERLIFE
Nar Shaddaa, Hutt Space

He had no business being here.

And yet, with an evening drizzle plittering off his jacket, he stood. He could feel the bass rumbling under his boots. Hear the voices as they danced to the rhythm of the night. Normally, this would be the ideal scene for the Echani, especially after a trip this long. There was nothing like a good drink, good tunes, and a good scene to set the soul right. But. It was the sign that gave him pause. The shining letters which lit up the Nar Shaddaa evening that caused a pit to form in his stomach.

Afterlife. Oh that name brought back some memories. Of bloodier days spent alongside a bloodier crew. They were a mess most of the time, but they were family. More than family. And one in particular? Well. She had an ambition. She'd always say "once we make it big, I'm opening a club. Afterlife. It'll be the talk of the city." But big never came, at least not while the crew was together. Some of them died. Some of them got locked away. And as the years moved forward, the family drifted.

As for the Echani? He had stayed in touch with the flygirl for a bit. They had even given things a proper go at once point. But he was torn between worlds. Torn between what he wanted to do and what he needed to do. Ripped between freedom and that little place called home. It wasn't a fun conversation to have. It wasn't a clean break. But in the end, obligation won out - and he spent the past several years on Eshan. He finally caved and was a "good son." He hated every minute of it.

So much so that the latest business trip took a detour. They had no reason to go this wide, but wide they went. And now Var stood before a dream come true. Afterlife. She had made it big, despite how bloodied and messy the road was. "I'll be...back in a bit." he said, murmuring over his comm. There was plenty of protest, but he promptly disconnected the damn thing. His strides were confident, but the Echani felt anything but. Each step made the knots grow worse. Inching closer made him want to turn back.

But, before he knew it, he was staring down a security droid and a vibrantly dressed woman. The droid scanned him without warning and blared, before chirping to the woman.

"Sorry sir, we have a strict no weapons policy."

Var blinked. "I don't have any weapons on me?" he began. And he was telling the truth, at least as far as Echani were concerned. His axe was still on the ship, as was his lightsaber, and if things went to shite he'd have used his bare hands. But, that didn't mean much in the literal sense, as he had a rather ornate knife hanging from his waist. "Uhh, you have a knife like right there."

Var looked down and placed his hand upon it. "This? This isn't a weapon. Trinket, more like."

The woman rolled her eyes. "Look, trinket, not trinket, doesn't matter. Can't bring it in. You can store it in one of the lockers." She then pointed to the line of horrendously dented lockers lining the side of the building. "Uh huh. And in the case of theft?"

"Club Afterlife is not responsible for any lost property." she quipped, as if she were reading off a manual.

"Take it or leave it."

Of course, Var didn't take it and they began to go back and forth. It wasn't loud, mind, but it was definitely starting to hold up the line.​

Sylvia Alvaro​

 

[Sylvia Alvaro]

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tag: Var Talon
wearing: xXx

She should have known—really, she should have. People had only caused a fuss at the doors when the club first opened and was still establishing a reputation, but these days people knew better. Club Afterlife was the talk of Nar Shaddaa—the place to be. And if you wanted to be there, then you needed to bring your wallet and leave your weapons at home.

But there would always be one idiot who had to be a pain in her arse. The promise of violence would usually sort them out, but as she approached the door, Sylvia knew that it wouldn't be enough this time. Var-fucking-Talon. She could have shot him or slapped him again. There was a part of her that wanted to, the part that was angry and bitter that, after all had been said and done, they ended as star-crossed lovers.

And then her thoughts turned to someone else: nights spent in a tangle of limbs, late-night trysts as hell awaited them on the horizon. Nate had wormed his way behind her walls without ever intending to. Sylvia still wasn't certain how she felt about it. It excited and frightened her. But that was beside the point.

The point right now was that Var Talon was standing at the entrance of her nightclub, acting like a fool again. “Let's put it this way,” she said, announcing her presence as she stepped up beside the woman. She met his eyes, her expression stoic, robotic even. "If I could kill you with it, then it's a weapon. Now can you check it in so that I can check the rest of these people in and make some credits?"It sounded like a question, but in truth, she wasn't asking.
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