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C L U B · S Y N T H

It didn't matter where you were standing, even the walls of Club Synth danced to the bass-heavy music that was pumped through the nightclub. Dim warm colors and brighter cool colors strobed across the floors, walls, and everyone and everything in between in sync with the music. Bodies of all kinds, metallic and skin both, moved with as much passion and purpose as the beat they danced to. There were drinks at nearly every table, wafts of smoke drifted between the crowded throngs of bodies and hung over booths like curtains made of grey clouds. The parties at Club Synth went from dusk to dawn, though the entertainment lasted well into the day on more nights than not, but the alcohol flowed a little freer, the spice a little heavier, because it wasn't just any night.

Everyone who wasn't denied entry were given the surprise of their tabs paid for at the door by the young Anzati woman dancing without a care at the edge of the dancefloor, closest to the bar. Nar Shaddaa was called the smuggler's moon for a reason, it was both hell and paradise for anyone on the wrong side of the law - and it wasn't the first time one of them, smugglers that is, disappeared only to show up months later as quite a bit larger than the insignificant life they'd been more-or-less cosplaying at for years in the past. Her name was mentioned the moment a wrist was stamped upon entry: Amara Zambrano. There'd be some people who recognized the surname and not the woman it belonged to, it was inevitable given how far-flung the family she was a part of had creeped across the galaxy, but Amara had been a common sight both with the Black Suns, the lesser rabble at least, and the various clubs that catered to crime syndicates that weren't feuding with them. It just happened to turn out she was quite a bit less of a no-named pretty face and, instead, someone with a few connections that'd make a sitting Vigo nervous.

And she was back, though only for the night.

"Maybe tomorrow, too." She said, trying to raise her voice loud enough for the couple dancing on either side of her to hear her. There was a certain shimmer to the dress she was wearing, its glossy skirt and matte top that did more than its fair share of breathing for her. Arms draped in sheer sleeves moved almost rhythmically to the music while she swayed with her hips to the bass as if it were an unseen hand moving her from side to side. "Yeah," She said loudly, nodding her head in case they couldn't hear - it was a miracle she could make out what the two, apparently some old friends of hers, were saying. Something about her dad, though - it was hard for anyone else to make out what they were actually asking her about besides that. "Daddy made me promise to move back in." Amara turned her head, a red strobe light caught in someone's eye - catching her attention, too - at the same time as an orange one lit up her face.

"Have we met?" She asked, looking at the stranger up and down. It wouldn't be the first time she'd forgotten someone's face, but she was pretty sure she hadn't met Kebos Kebos before.

He didn't seem like the forgettable type.


 
The day was a seemingly endless barrage of bureaucracy with fugitives and peddlers of all sordid types. The exchanges were lucrative, but boring and monotonous. Kebos needed to unwind. Something to get his blood pumping serotonin through his body. He turned to one of his cronies for advice. Guy's name was Jemu Kai, a Volpai. He was very familiar with Nar Shadda from his time before being under Kebos.

"Jemu, you know a place a guy can get a drink and dance with a fine, preferably clean, piece of ass? Emphasis on the clean. I know where we are." Kebos was looking out of the window of his hotel room, eyeing down a busy street leading away from the hotel. He could see all walks of life moving on their own paths through this jungle of a city. All he wanted was a place to get through the night so he could go home the next day.

"Oh, I got just the place, Kebos. You heard of Club Synth?" Jemu responded.

"I look like I heard of Club Snyth? I've only been to this chithole planet twice before. What's it like?" Kebos asked.

"What's it like? More than I can put into words. I hear there's some high profile clientele in there tonight. All being fronted by some broad."
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"Then that's where we go. Tell Tumz pull the car around." Kebos ordered. He walked away from the window and into the bathroom. On the counter was a bottle of spice rum that he grabbed by it's neck. He stared himself down in the mirror before taking a quick swig of the rum. A moment later, Jemu Kai poked his head in the doorway.

"Tumz got the car ready, Kebos." Jemu Kai said.

"Let's bounce."

A brief airspeeder ride later, Kebos was outside Club Synth. The bass was beating so hard, Kebos could hear his chains jingling a bit. He looked over his Gunray-Bans with a sleek grin on his face. He walked up to the door but was met by a meaty hand blocking his path.

"Ain't gettin' in. We're at capacity." said the security guard at the front door. That's when Kebos realized the massive line at the door. It's also when he realized this meathead put his filthy hand in Kebos' face.

"Tsk. This fool really put his hand in my face? So disrespectful. Be lucky I'm kind or I'd blast a hole in you. Punk ass door man." Kebos growled as he walked away. "We getting inside that place. One way or another." Kebos looked up and noticed a high rise building next to the club. The roof was just close enough to make a jump for it. But everything after that point was an unknown. Who knows if there's even roof access? He kept looking for options. He noticed a pair smoking in an alleyway just outside a side door to the club. "They must work here. Y'all take them out and I can slip in. Make sure you hide the bodies." Kebos whispered. His two goons did as ordered, approaching the two guys and knocking them out cold. While they did that, Kebos made his move for the door only to find out it's locked. "Hey, check one of em for a key. Door's locked." Kebos waited for a moment while they searched the unconsious guys pockets.

"Ain't no key here." one replied.

"Damn it." This plan was starting to fall apart at the seams. That's when the door slowly opened up. One of the bottle girls poked her head out.

"Hey, they need you two-" she began, interrupted by a large slugthrower pistol in her face.

"Hey, sweetheart. Get back to work and pretend you saw nothing and you may make it home tonight." Kebos put a foot on the door, holding it open as the girl backed away slowly without another word. Kebos flashed a sly grin before putting his gun back in it's holster beneath his jacket. He walked in the club, letting the door shut behind him, leaving his entourage behind without a thought. He found himself inside the club now, but somewhere in the back where the fun wasn't. He could see the bottle girl walking down the hallway. Figuring she'd be heading back to the floor, he followed her. After a series of doors and hallways, Kebos finally made it inside the club. It was a sight, for sure. People were dancing, drinks were being served, the music was bumping. Something was in the air and it pulled on Kebos like a leash as he danced his way into the crowd. Could it be vormur? Varos? Something had a scent that stood out from the sweat, grime, and cheap cologne that filled the air. That's when he heard a voice. A voice as sweet as the scent coming from it's direction.

"Yeah. Might've seen me in a dream or two. I know I've seen you in mine. Name's Kebos. What's yours?" Kebos replied with a soft smile.


 
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Not recognizing someone was hardly suspicious, and even if Kebos Kebos was a stranger she wouldn't have thought anything of it, but being asked her name with it so prominently displayed at the front door checked a few boxes that made her not recognizing him make sense. "Smooth," Amara said, flattered, with a quickly widening smile. They were in a club, she assumed he was here to party as much as she was, and, well, he was easy on the eyes, so she decided to ignore the signs that maybe he wasn't supposed to be here right now - it was her party anyways, who was going to tell her no? "Name's Amara." She added, signaling to the two on either of side her with a subtle nod of her head that she wanted space - they wordlessly moved away, likely off to dance with someone else.

She lowered her arms a little as she drew closer, eyeing him with just as much interest as she was being given by him - no, probably a little bit more. Amara didn't say anything else at first, deciding to continue to dance a little while she gauged how she'd like the conversation to go. "You always chat up the women throwing the parties you're crashing?" She asked, off-handedly, almost in the same way she might've asked for the time or weather. He was nice enough, or at least smooth enough, and she wasn't prissy enough for her to call security on him, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to poke at him for it. "I hope you don't mind I'll be charging you for sneaking in," she teased, pushing herself up onto her toes as she leaned forwards to get closer to eye level. "I charge by the hour, and I think it comes out to just about.. all of your attention on me 'til you leave." She whispered into his ear. Leaning back a bit, and now firmly off of her toes, Amara started to dance again while she kept her eyes trained on him.


"If you find me a drink I like then maybe I'll consider letting you pay with more than just your eyes."

The bartenders all had her favorite drinks committed to memory, but she wanted to see if he'd figure that out all on his own or surprise her.

 
Amara.
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He looked in her eyes, refusing to avert his gaze despite the voluptuous Zabrak eyeing him from about 3 meters behind her. She, like everyone else at the moment, was nothing but a blur. Background noise. Each time the light hit Amara's face, her eyes would sparkle like a spiced rum with two ice. He re-focused, realizing she was speaking to him. For a brief moment, his eyes moved to her lips then back to hers. Her friends had walked off, leaving him to her and her to him. She moved with a dangerous grace. Like she was warning him what he was about to get into. Kebos was one to move towards danger and not away.

"Heh, I guess you caught me, Amara. I gotta say you were not what I was expecting." he said as she came even closer. "And I'll pay whatever price you need me to." he said with a sly grin. Her voice slipped into his ear and he could hear every word of hers through the noise of the club. A cold shiver would've shaken a lesser man's spine. She stepped back but he wanted to move closer. Almost reached a hand out to gently touch her waist, but he didn't want to commit just yet. She could have just been toying with him. Making a play for the evening. He wondered, in his head, was he down for it. He could be convinced that's for sure.

"Don't go no where. I'll be right back." he said to her, biting his lower lip as he kept his eyes on her briefly before turning and walking to the bar. The music starting coming into focus again. He moved with a bop to step, bouncing to the beat. He squeezed between a bothan and twi'lek to get to the bar. He waved over a bartender. She was a slender girl. Human. Couldn't be any older than 23. As she leaned over to Kebos, he suddenly remembered. He forgot what she asked for. Did she even say? "Something she liked..." he thought to himself. He had to think fast. The bartender was started to smile for too long. "Uhh...Lemme get 2 Mind Erasers." he yelled out. The bartender nodded and started making his order.

While he waited, Kebos leaned against the bar and looked out in the crowd, searching for Amara. Just as he saw her again, the bartender slid the drinks to Kebos. He pulled his credit chip out and slid it over to her. He grabbed it back once she was done, took the drinks, and returned to where he last saw Amara. Once she blessed his gaze once more, he walked up to her as he held out one of the glasses. "Ever had one of these? It's a Mind Eraser. Just a name, though. I swear." he laughed.

 

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