Some Private Beach, illegally occupied
Across the Galaxy there were often gatherings that brought like-minded people together. Sometimes you had a excuse to celebrate, sometimes a reason to mourn, sometimes a call to answer. For the wretched hive of scum and villainy that had gathered at the beautiful beach in the middle of nowhere there was no reason beyond the simple fact that drinks needed drinking, spice needed flowing, and . What had started as a small gathering of a few delinquents breaking into a new beach-side property setup by some unfortunate soul who did not know who his neighbors were, soon swelled into something more as word spread through the ranks of the Crimson Dawn and beyond about the party. With each passing hour the numbers swelled, and soon the gathering was beginning to give Mos Eisley a complex.
Nymeria had played her part in spreading the word, making sure everyone who needed to know about the party knew about it. Things had been going well for them lately, and they were due a celebration. And it would also serve as an great opportunity to rub shoulders with some more of Terra's friends. A pina colada in one hand, a spiced cigara of some sort in the other, she walked around trying to find someone to get into trouble with.
OOC: Open to any character with criminal inclinations and on semi-cordial terms with Crimson Dawn.