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CORUSCANT
LEVEL 14231650 LOCAL TIME
The street was alive with the sounds of music, shattering glass, rowdy life-forms, and speeders zooming above. His footsteps thudded against the semi-thick artificial flooring that had been installed long ago to serve as a fake floor but had been encrusted with foreign substances in the meantime. Hands in his pockets and head down, Cinere headed for the closest bar, searching for somewhere to duck into before the rain started falling from the dark clouds above. The acid in the water was pretty painful on exposed skin.
And there it was. A shabby durasteel door in the side of a building, covered in stickers and grime, not manned by a bouncer and only surrounded by a few semi-drunk teenagers. Shoving himself inside, his ears were met with loud, thunderous techno music. The kicks boomed out of the speakers, making his bones vibrate as he stepped toward the bar, bassline slowly picking up as well and drowning the entire neon-lit chamber in so much noise that it was even impossible to think. He brought his face up as close to the bartender as he could without making it awkward, mouth opening and closing wide as he spoke, hoping that the man could at least read his lips if he couldn’t hear him.
”Dark One, on the rocks.” he yelled over the music, and the bartender nodded, to his relieved surprise. A few moments later, the drink was in front of him, and he left a few credit chits there to pay for it, as well as a little something for the guy who’d served him. The Sith headed to one of the booths off to the side, one that wasn’t as close to the speakers, hoping to brave out the storm and then hopefully head back to his studio apartment.
@Logan