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How lucky can one guy be? Not very, as far as Baymon Bluevynson was concerned, considering a missed kiss was the least of his problems. He had been struggling for some time now trying to rebuild his assets, bouncing his interests from planet to moon, between this star and that sun, shaking hands with Twi’leks and Chiss, gangsters and politicians, yet with each step forward he was met with one step backward.
Zen… The name lingered on his tongue as cigar smoke drifted from it, curling toward the ceiling with its indented squares like a chessboard waiting for pieces to fill it. Zentripoli, O how he was missed. The little Columi ringleader had been more than a mere acquaintance to Blue, more so when it came to the Crymorah Families, but he was as absent now as Baymon had been over the years. So it was all he could do to aim toward new avenues, push for new pursuits, and that took him to the Masa Vay, an elegant if expensive restaurant that towered atop the city of Sith-controlled Eriadu.
Baymon sat a corner table gazing out the window at the night life of skyscrapers and their flurry of vehicles. He was alone apart from his confidant, Zenke, sitting beside him, though the two could not have been presented more differently. Zenke donned a black jacket made for travel and sat gazing out at nothing with a glass of untouched fruit juice before him on cream white tablecloth. Baymon sported a grey dress suit, sitting with legs crossed as he leaned back with a glass of cognac on the table waiting for another sip.
Glancing at his wristwatch, his two newest associates ought to be showing up soon. There was the Rodian, one Preef Callo of the Zaa Fenn Crime Family, and a Trandoshan named Tresshk. The lot of them had a profitable business venture to discuss, Baymon having put his back foot forward and reached out to the Zaa Fenn of his own syndicate who could benefit from a man of his making, and he wagered that any muscle either of them brought along would only be strengthened by a Trandoshan.
“Any moment now, my friend,” Blue assured Zenke. Adjusting a cream fedora banded in brown, he took a leisurely sip of his drink and puffed out another cloud, sitting in solace. Even if his associates did not show, well, he felt rather content just sitting in and watching the night pass by.
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