Slicer's Vice hadn't come into Max's possession like the Tigris had and for that he was grateful.
As much as it was possible for a Jedi with any degree of affinity for the Light, Max hated Nar Shaddaa. To his mind it was a disgusting place and a daily reminder of the worst that sentient life had to offer. Everything you cared to name could be bought on Nar Shaddaa. Everything, even sentient lives, had a price tag that could be haggled over like a piece of fruit at an open market. It was the kind of place that Max had grown up orbiting and loathing before he realized that hatred was such a poisonous emotion.
Still, even with all the hate removed into the Force, Max could honestly say that he disliked being on the smuggler's moon. He would rather spend time in a cell than spend time on Nar Shaddaa but for all it's downsides, it had it's quirks and it's benefits. For one thing he had met both Nashyr and Ori on Nar Shaddaa, doing his best to show them a way of life that was separate from the disgusting rockball.
It hadn't worked out too well for Nashyr in the long run but life had a funny way of making the best of intentions horrible in retrospect. Despite this however, Nashyr's brother still allowed him into the club with open arms for making Nashyr's life better while she still had it. He supposed it came with living on Nar Shaddaa; when you were probably going to die suddenly, violently and, most likely, for no good reason, it meant a lot to have been happy during the life.
Still, he was given a booth in one corner with a twi'lek woman working a pole in the middle of the table in front of him as he waited for Hannibal. Hannibal could already be here for all Max knew; the twi'lek woman was very flexible and it was slightly distracting.
@Mr. Teatime