Vulpesen watches as Leori dragged the other jedi into the club. Eighteen years old and a rather youthful look, Vulpesen was one people would never expect to enter such a palce. Sure he was battle hardened but his lack of affinity towards certain activities made it obvious that this may not have been his element. Emphasis on the
may not. So what if he didn't look like the kind to enter a club. To be honest, it had been his job for almost half a year. Slip in, get a drug lord drunk, figure out what he knew. Women, he was out of his element, too many guns came with them for the young jedi to be comfortable. However a simply club was something he could do. Besides, this place looked quite a bit nicer than the places he had been to on Nar Shadaa.
"Well, it seems to me like we found ourselves an occupation." Slipping behind the masters, Vulpesen entered the club and was once again hammered by the pheromones. Outside was one thing. Zeltros was a planet of the scents but this place seemed to make the air tangible. Somewhere in his jacket, he felt Ace begin to sway and he himself could feel the effects. His foot tapped to the music and his eyes glanced around. Without any jedi training, it was quite likely that he would have been lost then and there. Refocusing his mind, Vulpesen went to the bar and ordered a glass of Correlian whiskey while his eyes scanned his surroundings. As comfortable as he was in the club, there was still one major problems. Vulpesen had been raised a merchant and had thus gone to dances only for business to meet new associates. Needless to say, this kind of music and dancing was not the kind he was accustom to, much like the Grand master.
[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Leori Sheltrak"]
Jack Harkness Aran Ordo Ordo Tallia Farn [member="Rianna Organa"]