Music IC
Estaria. The name sounded just so very starry when Baymon pronounced it in his head. A luscious word, like speaking a grape instead of eating it, or saying wine instead of sipping it. This warm afternoon, those stars twinkled somewhere above the blue sky and its white clouds, unseen but certainly there. Those clouds crawled across the sky a little quicker than usual, courtesy of the repulsorlift that gently glided through the air in between the skyscrapers of Estaria’s capital city. The vessel was shaped a bit like an archaic boat, one that you might expect to find floating on an ocean, only this one had quite a competent machine plastered beneath its belly; an engine that kept the boat in the air instead of crashing to the ground, never mind the sea.
Within it were three gentlemen, one lady and a host of dishes to dine on and drink to enjoy, from clams to spring rolls, sake to tea. Generally, Vennis was the kind of chef who catered to his customers by bringing his floating restaurant to them, setting up shop at their apartment window perhaps, sharing stories while the patron ate at leisure. Baymon, however, knew the stellar chef well enough to secure a private dining in the boat itself. The conversation was no less superb, as was the cuisine, and he had an aerial tour of the city to boot.
Today, he was joined by none other than Zenke, a trusted companion if ever there was one, along with the illustrious Pidgelle Batana, an accomplice who might yet become a companion to trust. They had endeavored in dealings before the one that they were about to dive into while they dined, and hopefully this would only be the beginning of more dealings to come. Baymon had personally invited his new would-be friend aboard the Eat Easy without much information up front. He had told her as much over the comcall, how he liked to keep the intel limited until it was time to meet face to face. This was the way.
He had requested that the Twi’lek park her vehicle in a starport. Some five minutes ago, it wasn’t a shuttle that had picked her up but Vennis’ floating restaurant. The Anzat was standing behind their table where they sat, cooking up something that smelled as delicious as Baymon’s quaint cup of hot sake tasted. With Zenke on one side of the table, Baymon looked at Pidgelle who sat across from him, with leisurely music in his ears from the chef’s stereo. Dressed in a tan suit, cream tie over white shirt, Baymon’s brown fedora was off his head and by his side, though he gazed out at his teal-skinned partner behind cognac aviator sunglasses, one leg crossed over the other.
“So, Pidgelle," He spoke while diverting his gaze to the world outside the repulsorlift. Against a golden-brown backdrop, where sunlight bounced off the buildings of durasteel and duracrete, the Eat Easy must have looked like a floating ruby from the outside. "How do you like the view?”
@Kestrel