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Booze and breasts, they were staples of Athir's idea of a good night out.
The red skinned zabrak puffed lightly on the cigara he had been given by one of Nibezza the Hutt's representatives. It was supposedly enfused with some sort of Spice, Athir didn't know what kind, but it made him feel more relaxed than he had ever been in his entire life. His glazed over green eyes felt enamored by the flashing lights and sounds of the nightclub he was loitering in. As he exhaled with his mouth closed, two plumes of white smoke bellowed slowly out of his nostrils. He had never liked taking Spice, perhaps it was the conservative upper class prick in him, but the way he felt now- it seemed like he didn't need to care about anything in the world.
The horned alien let a delirious and goofy smile sprawl up onto his face as he watched a pair of Twi'lek dancers give him a show at his round corner booth. His body felt warm and fuzzy all over, his mind gleeful at seeing the impeccable creatures performing for him, their eyes occasionally looking at him teasingly. Athir exhaled through his nose again, this was heaven, surely when he retired in old age he would do so on some private island with a legion of women to keep him company- perhaps one for each humanoid species? The lewd thoughts caused the zabrak's goofy grin to twist and contort into a stifled chuckle, his cheeks flushing red as blood pumped throughout his body. His dual hearts making him feel twice as alive as any human could- or so he concluded.
Coruscant was a hell of a town. A person could spend their entire life exploring the entirety of the Republican capital, and barely scratch the surface. Only a local, someone who had already learned the ins and outs of the city- the restaurants with the best food, the best merchants to haggle with, the best nightclubs to eye all the flavors of the great great galaxy's women, the quickest ways around- all these things and more only the true connoisseur of Coruscant could tell you. Oh, and Athir was such a person. The zabrak made a mental note to thank the person who had hastily handed him the Spice cigara earlier, it made his night so much better than it already was.
Little Csilla, though, was a different kind of quarter of the city. Similar to the homeworld of the Sith occupied planet supposedly, this neighbourhood was completely underground, a series of tunnels and lifts connecting it to the main streets of Coruscant, occupied largely by the aforementioned refugee species. While one could, similar to Coruscant itself, find anything here- Little Csilla was know particularly for its entertainment industry: both of the upstanding and base nature. It was perhaps one of the few places in the galaxy one could go from sitting with some lads in a nightclub watching a pleasing show in a nightclub to sitting in an Operahouse in only the span of about 10 minutes walking. It was an enigma of a place, that much was certain. The loud and colorful hole he was currently in though, The Hideaway, was aptly named, tucked into a corner of one of the many tunnels running through this neighborhood. Athir couldn't care about that right now though, he was currently in seventh heaven.
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"She's hiding somewhere down there" Ollehk said. He could feel her, that runaway was somewhere here in this city, the Miraluka could just feel it. Amongst the throngs of millions of aliens and species, that traitor was hidden in plain sight. The transport ship that he and his men had commandeered had managed to get them into the heart of the city, they would be landing soon. He wasn't sure how long it would take for the customs agents here to realize their identification documents were forged, but he knew it would be long enough to drag hunt this wench down and drag her back to face justice for her treachery. Ollehk briefly looked at his men as they sat in the transport bay, they talked amongst themselves casually, save for one, a Besalisk who sat silently and stared straight ahead. He would be key in locating the double agent quickly, they didn't have time to spend dawdling around.
Ollehk looked back to the approaching landing pad, it was going to be a long night. He could already tell.