Heart Felt Blues&Starch Felt BDU's

[Helion'Nuruodo]

[SIZE=12pt]Csilla…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Csaplar…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]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. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]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. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]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. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]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. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]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. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]So, with a dejected finger he tapped the bar and looked to the menu for the most alcoholic drink he could fine. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“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.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The bartender gave him a mock salute then went about fixing his drink...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt][member="Ryder Zeshatt"][/SIZE]

 

[Kev'vazulan]

Location: Capital City of Csilla, Csaplar - Nightclub Establishment
Objective: Honest Bartending Work
Wearing: Appropriate Outfit
Tags: [member=Helion'Nuruodo]

It's unsurprising that, after the recent victories for the Chiss Ascendancy, that people were celebrating with drinks and dance. It would be seen as a historic moment for the Chiss population, a giant step towards the right direction. Why wouldn't one be happy for that? Ryder certainly couldn't complain since it allowed him to earn more credits the way he wanted.

He wasn't exactly... content with the idea of doing dirty-work for a Sith. Yes, he definitely wanted to progress in the world in order to achieve his dreams, but it was also a situation which was created in a rather forceful manner - the imagery caused by the force lightning invading his body would likely never fade from his memory. Back then he knew that, no matter what he did, he'd have to comply. He's found some respect for the perpetrator since ending up in that horrible situation, but it wasn't enough to make him feel comfortable with some of the immoral actions.

Therefor, he needed to do something he enjoyed to clear his mind.

The owner of the nightclub establishment had personally requested Ryder's presence due to his work in Zeltros. In the underground nightlife of the galaxy, his name was becoming somewhat known - The human who was able to compete with Zeltrons in their own turf and exceed everyone's expectations. Zeltros is the best place in the galaxy for entertainment businesses, and Ryder had done well. Seeing the formal request, he simply had to agree.

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Adjusting the collar of the suit, Ryder was managing the orders of the nightclub quite well. He wasn't as accustomed to the layout as back in Zeltron, but he had a knack for learning the arrangement of bottles and other objects. He was dancing along the floor in order to reach the customers, smooth motions needed in order to avoid spilling any of the drinks. The tips he were recieved went into the left pocket of the suit, placed against his broad chest, so that he'd be able to keep his eyes on them. You never know who could show up.

People who were gazing upon him whilst doing his work - which was mostly that of Chiss women appreciating the nigh-inhuman physique which he donned - could see that he was taking notice of orders coming from all directions, leaving little work for the other two bartenders present on the scene. Rather than focusing on the powerful bassline of the music, he instead concentrated intently upon the unique vibrational frequencies in the air, the motions of lips. He took in the orders by lip-reading without the need of eye-contact.

When he heard the order for the two Corellian Brain-Busters, he made a mock salute towards the figure without even doing so much as glancing at him. It took him a short few moments in order to finish the blend of the drinks. Whilst he would normally let another one take the shots to the customer, he felt that something was a tad bit off with this one - he didn't sound optimistic when purchasing it, meaning that the second shot wasn't for some pretty lass or a good friend.

He spun and placed the two shots in front of the Chiss male, the violetblue eyes quickly scanning him from head to waist, the legs obviously hidden behind the metal counter. He had to raise his voice in order to be heard through the ear-cutting music. "There's your two shots. Payin' now or are you puttin' it on a tab?"

 

[Helion'Nuruodo]

[SIZE=12pt]Helion stared at the bartender dejectedly. He was surprised when he realised the man was not Chiss. He wore a pin suit and seemed to be blending in rather well with the scene despite himself [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]not [/SIZE][SIZE=12pt]being native. It was truly a remarkable feat. He was masculine and muscular, where as Helion was not afraid to show off his physique this man seemed to own it. It was as if he had been sculpted by the force itself… [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Helion sighed as he realised now even the off worlders made him look like a loser. He grabbed hold one of the glowing shots and downed it in one gulp. He was immediately gratified with a warmth in his stomach and slight head change. He looked back to the off worlder and sighed again. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Tab. Jess’s.” He said simply. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Then grabbing hold of the other shot he downed it too. He looked round and notticed many of the women were eyeing the outlander as well. He smiled at a pair and waved as in his slightly drunken stupor he thought they might be looking at him, but was not surprised when they shook their heads and approached the bar, doing small things attempting to get the bartender’s attention.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]He looked to the Outlander and with a mirthful chuckle spoke again. “How do you do it? Even here on Csilla you are the life of the party, yet you are not even Chiss!” Helion bit his tongue as he realised he might’ve come off as xenophobic. Which was a dying thing in the new Ascendancy. Something looked down upon as a right wing view in this progressive age. “Sorry, that was brash of me. Let me buy you a drink, then you expound upon your knack for success,” He slurred a little. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]He rally should’ve gotten something a little lighter.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt][member="Ryder Zeshatt"][/SIZE]

 

[Kev'vazulan]

Location: Capital City of Csilla, Csaplar - Nightclub Establishment
Objective: Honest Bartending Work
Wearing: Appropriate Outfit
Tags: [member=Helion'Nuruodo]

Ryder was a man that typically donned a happy expression and tended to have a positive drive forwards. Being able to feel the presences of others, it meant that he picked up on their moods pretty quickly. Nobody wants to be surrounded by negative individuals - especially when it's a singular saddened soul in a tide of positivity. Looking at this Chiss who ordered the two drinks, he couldn't help but feel that he was the needle in the haystack, the one which brought his own mood down a tad. The smile that he donned had faltered by now, having a brief gaze of pity whilst he was too busy downing the shots.

He decided to pause in his own work for now, leaning forth in such a way that his elbows touched the metallic surface of the counter, eyes remaining upon the male. He studied his behavior intently, taking note of every word he uttered, whilst also taking note of his body language through and through. The way the man was brought down by the two women apparently garnered Ryder a rather spiteful comment - a comment which indeed did sound pretty xenophobic.

He would've acted upon it if he didn't feel the regret in the man. He felt the vibration of teeth grinding against a tongue as his heart skipped a beat, typical signs of a guilty conscience coming into play. He shook his head at his attempts to pardon himself through offering a drink, a smile returning upon Ryder's harsh facial features.

"Keep the credits for yourself, bud." He said, no maliciousness in his tone. How could he be mad at a guy like this? "I also have to correct ya' - I'm far from the life of the party. I'm really nothing special at all. I'm just a man doing his job." He looked at the two women who Helion gazed upon just recently, noting their rather mediocre attempts at captivating Ryder's attention. It made him subconsciously roll his eyes, knocking twice upon the counter with his left fist. "90% of the women that are here look at me solely because they want to get away with free drinks."

Ryder was trying his best to lighten up the man's mood by bringing his own status down, whilst also giving words of encouragement. He cursed himself internally for having to do this, but his selfless nature demanded that he couldn't let someone be this somber. "The 10% that do look at me are the ones who notice that I'm smiling and being energetic. It's all about keeping your chin high and acting as if everything's great." The fist rose a few inches from the counter, the index straightening in order to point right at Helion. "They'd be looking at you instead of me if you just took the moment to roll your shoulders back, straighten your head and nod with a smile. Give it a go with the next gal ya' see, alright?"

He grabbed a hold of the pen and crossed out the name Helion managed on the tab. He withdrew some of his own tips from the pocket by his chest, handing it over to one of the employees. "The drinks are on me, also. Use those credits for something better than alcohol, aye?"