First Reply You'll Only Regret It If You Remember It

[Aurelian Dash]

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Bespin | Club Red Skull
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Playlist: CLICK ME. DO IT.
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Alcohol. Stims. Music. Most of all - the music. Beats filled the air of the synthwave club, vibrations from the heavy bass causing Aurelian's heart to beat in tune. The rhythms filled his mind, controlled his breathing - and the lights. Red, Green, Blue. A veritable rainbow filled the air as lasers cut through the smoke, bodies moved in sync with the music and smoke machines periodically spat out more fog across the dance floor. What more could you ask for? The stress of life forgotten, the pleasures of the flesh at your very fingertips - sometimes you just had to get lost in the music. Aurelian had joined the corwd, the floor heavy with sweat, smoke, and the familiar smell of liquor and tobacco. It might not be the sole reason he'd come to Bespin but it sure as hell wasn't going to keep him from having a good time while he was here. Times had changed - the Cloud City having changed hands numerous times over the last decade, but that wasn't what he cared about right now. Instead he found himself numbly stumbling over to the bar, raising a hand and displaying a credit chit. "Barkeep - I'll take another Bourbon. Double, neat."

Normally Aurelian would have some secret task, some devious plot to acquire long forgotten data or steal something of value - but today? Today it was a blank slate. At least - in part. So what if he decided to indulge in the local club scene? He'd get the job done. Command knew that. It would be some time before he'd be called back to duty after his last op. Right now, all hea could manage to do was enjoy the music and lose himself for a moment or two of well deserved R&R. The drink returned, Aurelian drained it in a single gulp and replacing the small glass on the bartop before weaving his way back to the dance floor.

 

[Sho the immortal]

It was his first time there or nothing because he all there during that time and was drunk as always until he saw a man getting up and follow him to a dance floor in middle of the floor.
"hey buddy" he says in a drunk voice "I haven't seen you around this place before" looking confused why are you here".

 

[Nerd Wizard]

The music was kriffing annoying this evening, that was for sure.

Riskyr's tapered tan-furred ears would twitch at every other interval as the music assaulted her corner booth, lonely and forlorn, as not even her personal droid had accompanied her on this outing, and probably due to the teen's overconfidence, at that. Despite having no problem with her alias (she was supposedly five standard years older then she actually was), her adoptive Father would have killed her if he had known of this odd penchant the Bothan had for attending rowdier cantinas, merely to people-watch and persuse the Holonet - far be it from her to engage in anything too illicit beyond a few gawky, shy smiles at some of the more attractive males while enjoying a few cigarras (he didn't need to know about that, either).

After rather casually lifting one leg to pass gas as discreetly as she could manage, the lithe female took a moment to lift her hoodie over her short-cut, unkempt head of scarlet hair, the unzipped article shifting as her lithe, boyish form squirmed against the conditioned leather of the booth she sat in. Petite and boyish, the lithe female's frame was made all the more comical by the fact that her clothes were at least a size too big. A faded, though well-kept sapphire blue hoodie hung from her shoulders, unzipped to allow the air conditioning (it was just above) to cool her tan fur. The baggy leggings of her urban-camouflage cargo breeches rustled as the Bothan cast her gaze down at her personal datapad, the rounded reading glasses that she wore over her pale blue eyes shifting down along her muzzle as her gray right hand lifted, placing the tip of a cigarra on her lips lightly, the nearly-spent pseudo-Death Stick flaring on its end as the tomboy went back to her reading, humming rapidly in time to the gods-awful music that assailed her ears, even as she tried to find her place...

A harsh cry interrupted the Bothan's thoughts and made her jump in shock as an older, bedraggled-looking human male stumbled past her otherwise-private nook, bumping the corner of her table in the process and shifting her datapad across its surface.

"Woah there! You had a bit too much to drink tonight, Space Cowboy?" her thick Chandrilan accent assailed his ears, struggling to be heard over the nightmare of a song, even as the Bothan studied the male with one quizzical eye, pretending to adjust one of the fingerless gloves of one hand as her breeches shifted across the booth, her free hand then lowering protectively over her datapad...
Aurelian Dash

 

[Marimax Mortui]

This was exactly what I needed, booze and good old fashioned eye candy. It was only a few weeks since I hung up my bounty hunting boots in favor of haunting establishments such as this. But even though I was financially settled, I yearned for more. What exactly, unsure to be honest. But for now: music, booze, and women.

I sat back with closed eyes, systematically allowing my head to bounce to the rhythm of the music whilst a finger swirled around my drink aimlessly. The smell was rather pungent to me, but it was well worth the paying price to interact with my waitress. She was beautiful and breathtaking, and pale as a moon casting down it's tendrils over a frosty graveyard. She was the specific type I always sought company with, but tonight something stirred in a way that rejection would be forthcoming if I pursued my ambitions. So, I drank to drown my loneliness away.

Even before she returned, I could smell that sweet aroma that clung to her like dead leaves upon a rain drenched field. I couldn't pinpoint the fragrance exactly, but it was cheap and cost efficient for her line of work; but it drove me wild. "I'll take another," I said before she could ask, still possessing a half-empty drink in front of me. It wasn't about getting drunk at this point, just basking in her company. Well, her company in my mind anyway. Again, wasn't fixed on rejection tonight.

 

[Sho the immortal]

Sho stoped for a moment as he heard a female say something to him and he turns around looking confused and he walk off balance towards the girl and looks at here quiet for a moment and says "what do you want" with "a muscled" man like myself" as he waits for a answer.