Full Glass, Empty Conscience (Open)

[Lord Ghoul]

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Fondor​

The upscale establishment looked more club than bar, but the only dancers here flickered in their incorporeal contortions. Holograms stuck in glass cylinders, almost as if some vapid young-upwardly-mobile-professional walked in one day and decided that vases full of flowers simply wouldn't do. The clientele could not be seen with flesh and blood, but insubstantial light beams in the shape of a naked humanoid form? Why, that was positively refined. Sophisticated, even.

Spotless glossy surfaces and soft, relaxing hues of turquoise and violet filled the room, replete with tables of obsidian and couches of luxurious leather fashioned from the pelts of some absurdly expensive beast.

No heaving bodies slick with sweat. No smell of vomit in the bathroom or cheap perfume choking the air. Nothing but crisp, clean scents for these polite gentlemen and women.

As if all their chromatic splendor and polished veneer could hide the reek of their black souls.

Fething nobility. Worse, corporate nobility. And bankers with titles. Would be a favor to the galaxy to wipe them all off the face of this damn planet.

But Mikhail Shorn wasn't in the habit of doing the galaxy any favors.

The man leaned against the bar, black leather jacket and a plain pair of pants still drawing disapproving stares despite the five hundred credits he tossed down for a glass of whiskey. Inwardly snickering, Mikhail took a sip of the amber liquor.

Mischievous eyes swept across the room. The penthouse of a massive tower smack dab in the middle of Fondor City. Floor-to-ceiling glass windows on all sides. The place where the rich and famous came to mingle and... well, the floor below was chock full of hotel rooms, specially reserved for members of this club.

Certainly not a place one came to get wasted and cause a scene. So, Mikhail planned to get wasted and cause a scene.

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: FONDOR
MOOD: INDIGNANT

Ghorua the Shark walked into the bar, and immediately regretted it. As soon as he entered, the stuck-up faces of people with too much dough on their hands turned his way, each one with a scornful glare. How DARE he enter a fancy-pants bar such as this, they seemed to convey. To be fair, Ghorua looked more bestial than most, if not all here.

He wore a black wifebeater, and grey cargo pants. Not exactly concert dress attire. To top that off, he was a 10'5'' genetically modified Herglic, with ebony-black skin, deep pit-less eyes, and rows of sharp teeth. Things like that usually put people on edge. He hadn't brought any weapons with him, he had gotten a tip that these fops wouldn't take kindly to that, but his body alone was a tool of mass destruction.

Plodding inside, shaking the ground slightly, Ghorua made his way to the counter. None of the seats he could see would fit him, so he decided to stand. Next to him, some guy in a dark jacket was leaning against the counter, a drink on hand. His voice was low, soft, and silky, despite his appearance. "Get me what he's having," he said, gesturing to the man next to him. The barkeep, aptly terrified, went to fetch him a glass.

Ghorua looked down at Mikhail with a slight grin. He didn't look like he followed the dress code here either. "Your first time here too? I have to say, I didn't expect all of this... pomp." The Shark looked across the bar, at a holographic woman dancing in a tube of glass, and frowned. Each of these holograms could've been replaced by an actual dancer. The Herglic knew plenty of down-on-their-luck ladies that would jump at the opportunity to get a job like this.

- [member="Mikhail Shorn"] -

 

[Uweya]

The sound of the music wafting from the doors to the cantina made poor Uweya noticeably cringe. She still had no clue why she decided to stake out this place in particular for the bounty, but she was bored out of her mind and needed some excitement. She adjusted the slinky, backless dress she wore a final time, and went through the doors.

She had gotten only some intel on this bar, but she honestly wasn't expecting it to be...well...like this. She sauntered inside, observing her surroundings. She took note of the various species, but mostly the exchange of quite a few credits for terrible, high-end booze. She made her way further inside, garnering a few whispers and haughty glances from the patrons. She looked right back at them, giving a wicked, impish smirk in their direction. She never cared for the wealthy, and she had absolutely no problem letting them see her distaste.

She weaved her way through the crowd, giving a death glare to a drunk rich boy spending his elite father's credits on far more booze than he could handle, who decided grabbing her backside was a smart idea. He quickly retracted when she looked down at him with her usual unamused death stare.

She made her way to the large bar, immediately grabbing the attention of the barkeep, and laying down one thousand credits for two drinks. She took one in a large gulp, barely wincing at the bitterness of it, and then grabbed the other drink, turning around and eyeing the bar patrons once more as she sipped. She glanced sidelong at the good-looking Human in the black leather jacket, along with the creature speaking indirectly towards him. She remained silent, sipping at her drink and keeping her eye on her surroundings.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Thud.

Ugh. Why the hell does it smell like fish in here?

Thud.

The floor creaked beside Mikhail and he turned, neck craning up. And up. And up.

Oh. Of course.

A wintery stare settled on the newcomer. Shorn wrinkled his nose, lips curling in open disgust. First time? What was this, candid cams?

"Gee, that's fascinating beluga boy, I'm so glad I asked your opinion," the words slipped from his mouth, dripping acidic sarcasm beneath a faux sheen of sincerity.

Mikhail tossed up both hands, a smile on sharp, angular features.

"Oh wait."

Both hands came down onto the smooth metal of the bar. Smack.

"I didn't."

Pale fingers reached out, snatched up the glass. The smile faded into a sneer and he gave an exaggerated roll of the eyes. Tossed the contents of the glass into his mouth. Felt the liquid burn down his throat.

[member="Ghorua the Shark"] | [member="Uweya Tadu"]

 

[Uweya]

She snickered at the Human, taking a drink as she bent at the waist to lean over the bar. She made no eye contact, but it was fairly clear who she spoke to.

"Who pissed in your canteen this morning?"

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua looked down at the human, an emotion that looked like rage tinting his features, contorting them into sharp figures. He didn't know what it was with humans, but they always seemed to call names at those they looked down upon. If anyone should be looking down, it was Ghorua. With a glowering growl, the Herglic bent down to the man, and looked him in the eyes. "Too bad I didn't ask for you to ask for my opinion then, little guy!"

WIth that, Ghorua's stoic expression broke into the merriment that was hidden behind it. He laughed heartily, a few glasses on the counter shaking with the vibrations. He respected people that bad-mouthed at him. It showed that they didn't care how big he was. Either that, or they were scared of him, and wanted to bark like the little dog they were. Either way, Ghorua knew that this talk would be interesting, whether the guy wanted it or not.

Ghorua let his eyes wander over the passive-aggressive patron's head to a Togruta, leaning on the bar as well. "Yeah, what she said. Lighten up, my friend! This... er... fine establishment doesn't need your negative attitude." He spoke in a mocking tone, demoting the bar. Back at Frida's, he'd be having a round with a rowdy crew of pirates, or a fellow Bounty Hunter. This place had no comradery, no character, nothing but alcohol and holograms. Besides, Ghorua came here to have a bit of fun, and messing with a high-and-mighty human might alleviate that need.

- [member="Uweya Tadu"] - [member="Mikhail Shorn"] -

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Shorn's nose wrinkled further when the Herglic leaned closer and spoke, breath thick with the stench of decaying fish and ocean detritus. Right now, Mikhail would almost rather trade that glass of piss Little Girl Blue had mentioned. Hadn't this whale ever heard of a toothbrush before? They sold them on most systems.

The belly laugh from the hulk didn't settle Mikhail any, quite the contrary.

"Yeah? Well I'm ​reeeally not feeling sushi tonight, so get lost."

[member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[Zelda Tarys]

Zelda's list of planets he'd never been to was getting shorter and shorter. So was the list of bars that would card him for being underaged. Even in a would-be-upscale place like this one, nobody was above trading favors. One of those favors was a rather big one on the young pilot's part, big enough to land him admission into almost anywhere on Fondor. And free drinks in this specific bar. Awesome. He walked up just in time to hear the conversation between the three people at the counter.

"Oh, what a shame... Sushi and alcohol go really well together. In fact, maybe your beautifully hulking friend there could tell me what kind of fish is good here."

[member="Mikhail Shorn"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Uweya Tadu"]

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

Ghorua loked at the guy with a slightly amused expression. Sushi. He'd heard that one before. It would take a little more creativity than that to tickle the Herglic's nerves, or to intimidate him. Ghorua turned his head to the new entry, a younger kid, who addressed the Shark. He seemed a little more susceptible to Ghorua's playful banter.

"Yeah, I'll tell you the fish specials, if you tell me where I can find the best Kowakian Monkey-Lizard stew." Another smile, lips parted in an intimidating display of merriment. He felt at home, a feeling he hadn't thought he would experience here. Playful banter was well into the Herglic's comfort zone. Little humans ticked at him were also nothing out of the ordinary. Sushi, however... Eh, he didn't like the taste.

- [member="Zelda Tarys"] - [member="Mikhail Shorn"] - [member="Uweya Tadu"] -