Open Nar Shaddaa Peaky Hours

[Jack Seypka]

Nar Shadda - 2100 Hrs.​

Jack Seypka would be sitting in a booth at some hustling cantina in Nar Shadda. The bright neon sign glowed "The Twisted Womprat". A modern place for such scum, gamblers and all kinds of characters as many came after work or during the day to enjoy the more sinner things in life. Heavy music, heavy drinking and heavy gambling. Throw in a couple fights and blaster bolts here and there and you've hit the nail on the head. The room filled with loud music and debates as hologram tv's were all over the place showing sports, news including re runs of the Sector Rangers broadcasts and the Siths. Jack would be in his usual dress.
A suit black and white with a hologram pocketwatch.. His cold blue eyes could pierce through steel as he sat in the booth enjoying his Corellian whiskey. He was waiting for two companions to accompany him. Criminal work was exhausting work and having a drink and paintin' the town was a common theme. In other words, drink, gamble and find trouble. Letting his hand grip his glass he would take a mouthful of his whiskey and let the burning sensation hold for a moment in his mouth as he swallowed slowly.

Letting his other hand come down he would retrieve his metal case and remove a cigarra as he tapped it off the metal plate and rubbed it on his lips before putting it in the corner of his mouth and lighting it. Putting the lighter and case away as he took a long drag of the cigarra and held it for a moment before exhaling the smoke through his nose. His blaster would be holstered underneath his jacket as usual and his observations of those around him were always noted but didn't make any attention to himself. A server would come by and set down another whiskey for him as he nodded and watched her go off to serve the other tables. Gamblin' made Jack good and quick money but he was thinking its time to step it up. Regardless, tonight was a night to enjoy with good drink and smoke. He heard there names casually, nothing of greatness just like Jack. Never the less he wanted to meet the pair and break bread with a drink.

@Versok @Kestrel

 

[Kestrel]

Nar Shadda, planet of smoke and lights. Pidge had never been to the planet, but she had certainly heard about it. According to some of her contacts, it was much like a rotting piece of fruit- flashy, appealing from the outside, but infested with maggots and toxic with criminal activity just below the surface. A reasonable location for a meeting with new friends, though admittedly quite far from her home base on Coruscant. She had booked a room at a seedy hotel that smelled of bad spice, must, and alcohol and was now making her way to the “Twisted Womp Rat”. The location had raised a few eyebrows when she asked for directions among locals. The cause was immediately evident when she entered. The place was chock full of faces on ‘wanted‘ holovids and the crowds were raucous, dancing, yelling, splashing drinks, huffing spice. Despite the chaos, many of the men and women were dressed very sharply. Now, I need to find this Jack. I have absolutely zero idea who he is. Normally, this would be a burning red flag, but it was custom for syndicate members meet with little information of eachother.

Ordering a Jawa juice loudly under the name “Pidgelle”, Pidge slid next to a man in a spiffy black and white suit and casually took out her datapad, subtlety leaving her invitation to the meeting open on the screen. Hopefully someone would know of this Seypka. Turning to the man beside her, she smiled. “I’m new here. Any nice views? Historical sites? Good gambling rings?”