Eriadu
2200Hrs.
[Syndicate/Sith Welcome..Anyone else enter at your own risk.]
People began showing up and coming in. No officially invites were sent, he never believed in any of that shit. Straight up fashioned party. Walk in, drink and go wild was his motto and he intended to live it to the fullest. Worse comes to worse the place is a right off and he'd burn it all for insurance and get double back. He already had a bottle opened in his hand while his other hand had a freshly lit cigarra in it. Music was pounding loud enough to vibrate the kitchen counter as his place was fully stocked. Having friends in good places managed to get him enough spice and liquor to kill a city of wookies by overdosing. Those showing up already were in full force of chugging liquor, dancing, jumping in the pool and going absolutely mental. Nero already gave his brother the heads up about the party and Bri. Whether they would show up or not he left it to their choice. Lining up a line of spice he would take a straw and finish the fat line before throwing the straw done. His blood flowing and his eyes widening like saucers as he felt the rush. Taking a mouthful of his open bottle as the vibrating Penthouse would be sticking out in the district. The air was warm but a cool breeze would push right on through the open doors as Nero lined up another line of spice. Preferring to snort it than smoke it.
Nero would watch as few familiar criminals managed to come in before yelling and hollering. Nero honestly couldn't remember their names and honestly could've cared less as figured majority of those showing up would be entire strangers or fellow maniacs. They looked over at Nero raising their drinks as his maniac smile appeared across his face. His white teeth gleaming as he immediately threw his head down to do the second line of spice in front of him. His smile still on his face as he tossed the straw down and talking to himself "Yeah, babies are going to be made tonight or someones going out that farkin window". Taking a drag of his cigarra he had put aside for his spice rails. Letting the tobacco roll around his mouth feeling the bitter taste of the tobacco and burning sensation before exhaling it through his nose.
2200Hrs.
[Syndicate/Sith Welcome..Anyone else enter at your own risk.]
Nero Agrippa would be in one of his Penthouses he owned in Eriadu as his new found robbing, scheming and other criminal activity with his brother and Bri gave him a lot of coin in his pocket..Along with other things he was working on the side. The penthouse was two floors with a pool off the side connecting to a outdoor balcony where a small ship could be parked or used for a social gathering. A fair sized Kitchen would lay on the first floor with a room connecting to a bedroom off the main floor. Two more bedrooms accompanied upstairs along with 2 bathrooms in each room. The Penthouse was in the North Eastern side of the downtown district with a good view of the other High rises in the city and spaceships shuttling in every direction below and above. Nero would be wearing a black T shirt with ripped black jeans and white shoes. A necklace hung from around his neck and a watch would be on his left wrist. The few who met Nero would know he was a maniac and probably bathed in the blood of his enemies. Trashing hotels, snorting spice and drinking his weight in woman and liquor all were the normal to him. Among fists in peoples faces and his. He didn't care for much including his apartment or others. The Syndicate trashed and paid for more hotels, vehicles then he could remember. But he did love a good party so...kark it.
People began showing up and coming in. No officially invites were sent, he never believed in any of that shit. Straight up fashioned party. Walk in, drink and go wild was his motto and he intended to live it to the fullest. Worse comes to worse the place is a right off and he'd burn it all for insurance and get double back. He already had a bottle opened in his hand while his other hand had a freshly lit cigarra in it. Music was pounding loud enough to vibrate the kitchen counter as his place was fully stocked. Having friends in good places managed to get him enough spice and liquor to kill a city of wookies by overdosing. Those showing up already were in full force of chugging liquor, dancing, jumping in the pool and going absolutely mental. Nero already gave his brother the heads up about the party and Bri. Whether they would show up or not he left it to their choice. Lining up a line of spice he would take a straw and finish the fat line before throwing the straw done. His blood flowing and his eyes widening like saucers as he felt the rush. Taking a mouthful of his open bottle as the vibrating Penthouse would be sticking out in the district. The air was warm but a cool breeze would push right on through the open doors as Nero lined up another line of spice. Preferring to snort it than smoke it.
Nero would watch as few familiar criminals managed to come in before yelling and hollering. Nero honestly couldn't remember their names and honestly could've cared less as figured majority of those showing up would be entire strangers or fellow maniacs. They looked over at Nero raising their drinks as his maniac smile appeared across his face. His white teeth gleaming as he immediately threw his head down to do the second line of spice in front of him. His smile still on his face as he tossed the straw down and talking to himself "Yeah, babies are going to be made tonight or someones going out that farkin window". Taking a drag of his cigarra he had put aside for his spice rails. Letting the tobacco roll around his mouth feeling the bitter taste of the tobacco and burning sensation before exhaling it through his nose.
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