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Emperor's Penthouse, Coruscant, 2132 local time
He was standing outside the entrance to the Emperor's private penthouse, staring at the door while a servant tapped away at his datapad. Parox had not been waiting for long, though he didn't mind it. Still, he could not help but nervously drum his fingers on his thigh absent-mindedly, praying that he wasn't missing too much from the party. Things had just begun to pick up again after Eriana left, and he wanted to get back to it before everyone left. The Emperor had made an appearance as well, and the two had spoken, but not enough—and not freely enough, considering the audience around them. This was a chance to speak privately for the first time in months.
The servant nodded to Parox and he stepped forward, the door hissing open in front of him smoothly. As he walked into the penthouse, it closed behind him, but he wasn't focusing on the door. The Sith Lord was looking at the room around him, contemporary and luxurious, tailored to the Emperor's tastes. The man of the hour himself was a few meters away in front of Parox.
"My lord. I hope you found the party enjoyable enough, drama aside." Parox was not one to beat around the bush. He acknowledged the drama and his part in it, and would be able to go in depth about it if Varyn asked—and if he knew the man at all, he was 100% sure that would be one of the very first things he asked.
@Phoenix