[Pre-TL] A Night Off

[Logan]

Nar Shaddaa was a paradise, or at least it was for a specific type of people. In the Red Hutt District the music poured out of innumerable clubs, filling the street with an odd cacophony of deep base drops coupled with shrill alien languages, all under the glimmering neon lights that lined the street.

It might be intimidating to some, but it wasn't intimidating to Kholvar Varaxes. This place was his home as much as anywhere else and by the gods, he did love it. If there was something you wanted, you could find it on Nar Shaddaa. If there was something you needed, well, you should probably look for it anywhere else but Nar Shaddaa. Sharks could smell blood and someone who was desperate for something was simply chum in the waters here.

But today wasn't the day for work. Today was a day to kick back, relax, and take a night off. Inside of a club music pumped loudly, drinks clanked together, and drugs were being imbibed in pretty much any physical way possible. In essence, it was a typical night for the patrons of the Moist Miraluka.

Kholvar himself stood leaning with his immense bulk on the bar, holding a large glass of dark amber liquid, a thick cigar hanging from his lips. With each puff a massive cloud of smoke wafted around him, Kholvar's massive lungs able to draw in much more smoke than your average person. Luckily he was also much taller than your average person, so he didn't particularly disturb anyone around him. Not that we he would have cared if he was, though.

Some new dancers had come up onto the stage at the head of the club, scantily clad ladies from a multitude of races. Kholvar himself was fond of the Twi'leks, but there was a flavor for everyone at the Moist Miraluka.

Sipping at his drink and smoking his cigar, Kholvar smiled. Hopefully this place was about to get really interesting.

 

[The Captain]

There was, perhaps, nothing more satisfying in this galaxy than having credits in your pocket and a whole club full of things to spend them on. At least, in Pala'kwiwaran's humble opinion. A very lucky salvage run had emptied her cargo hold and filled her accounts with enough cash to spend the night out on the town, at least by the standards of someone who had spent their early years playing will dolls made from old Imperial droid parts. While this wasn't Pala's first time on Nar Shadda, this was one of the few times she had credits to spend and no major expenses looming over her head. So she took the opportunity to scrub the grease from her cheeks, throw on her nicest flight jacket, and tell PM-1 not to wait up. Jokingly of course, she wasn't bringing the keys to her ship to some dance club on Nar Shadda, she'd need the little droid to get her back into the ship when she came home. Or to come find her when she got blackout drunk and did something foolish. The odds there were about five to one.

The first club she came to was the Moist Miraluka. Pala had no idea what a Miraluka was, but she knew the sound of thumping club from the street. It took some convincing to get past the bouncer, who for some reason assumed she was there to fix the AC on the second floor, Pala found herself in the midst of a pulsing mass of club goers, all high on spotchka, spice, and synth music. Without a second thought she leapt into the teeming horde and was carried away by the sway of the dancing crowd. After being jostled around the dance floor for a few good minutes, Pala found herself stumbling over to the bar and landing perfectly, albeit awkwardly, into an open space next to some kind of...giant dog-man. Shistavanen, right? She didn't really care, the space was free and he hadn't elbowed her for fumbling over so that was a good sign in her book.

"Hey!" She called over to the bartender, dignity and social grace be damned. "Hey! I want something that'll take a year off my life. Maybe two somethings." ​

 

[Eccles]

Preef was captivated by the scantily clad dancers and stood just a mere three feet from the stage with his double Corellian whiskey firmly in his left hand and his right lingering close to his blaster. It had taken him more than one dangerous adventure and too many deceased friends to get back to Nar Shaddaa to celebrate his twentieth birthday. By now he was pretty lost. All he'd known for the past five years was doing petty robberies, then a failed one and lastly one with a big pay-out. The latter was clearly an exception and for the first time in three years he was completely alone in the galaxy.

Doesn't mean this rodian would let it get to him, though. "Come on, Christa-" he said loudly to one beautifully purple Twi'lek, "-I got the credits this time." They both remembered the last time he was there, begging her for some private time, but without a credit to his name. Much like last time, however, Christa the beautifully purple Twi'lek outright ignored the young rodian. Because, ew... rodians.

She turned and flaunted her curves as she looked right passed him and to a large triani (@Logan) "But it's my birthday!" Knowing he was being ignored, Preef slowly turned his head towards the large triani at the bar. There was no way he'd beat that guy in a fair fight and thus for a moment he considered shooting it in its back. Never mind, not even Christa was worth getting kicked out of the Moist Mirakula.

A Cathar with a large bosom suddenly caught the rodian's eye, "Vanessa!"

 

[AfroBandit20]

It was about to be a normal night for Jeyten Dres. Coming to the Moist Miraluka after work was a tradition for Jey and the boys and after a long day repairing airspeeders, he was ready to unwind. The young man with jet black hair approached the bar and order drinks for him and his friends, as he waited for the bartender to hand him the drinks, he leaned against the bar and observed its patrons - hoping to spot his next conquest to take home later tonight, he'd see if he could try his luck with one of the dancers.

He spotted a few new faces that he didn't recognise - at least sober. At the bar, he spotted a cute Twi'lek girl (@The Captain) a few years older than him and with a smirk, he had set his sights on her for later, as his eyes travelled around the room - he spotted a Trianii (@Logan), he hadn't seen one of those before and then finally, he saw an excited looking Rodian (@Ecclessey). Returning his attention to the Twi'lek next to him, he started to make his way to her.

That's when he felt it, the whisper, the whisper of the Force calling out to him. He needed to silence it before it got any louder - flirting with the Twi'lek would have to wait. He needed to get the death sticks from Byn to stop it from coming back.

 

[Wit]

"You wanna buy some death sticks?"

Valerion was sitting at the bar, enjoying his drink when his solitude was disturbed by a sniveling little rat. He looked up to glance at the Zeltron who had slid up besides him. Normally a glare from the white haired Anzat would have scared away pests like him, but he seemed to be so high on the very wares he was trying to sell that the brooding look of death was lost on him. Valerion sighed and straightened up, sitting up so that he was no longer hunched down on the counter.

"You don't want to sell me death sticks."

"I don't wanna sell you death sticks."

"You want to go home and end your life."

"I wanna go home and end my life."

"Now."

Each suggestion was accompanied by a not too subtle wave of his right hand, the last word coming with more emphasis the rest of the conversation. The Zeltron nodded to himself and pulled away from the bar, looking around with a dazed look on his face before he located the entrance and vanished beyond it. Valerion observed with a slight smile on his lips and gestured for the bartender. Another piece of scum removed from the cesspool the Galaxy had turned into. Maybe a small celebration was due after all.

That was when he noticed the hulking Trianii standing nearby, close enough to have seen and heard all that had transpired. He flashed his teeth at him in a content grin, turning to the approaching bartender. "A shot of your most expensive brandy, and one for my friend here as well." Another life taken for the cause, another life saved from the agony of ignorance. It was a time for celebration indeed.

@Logan

 

[Darasuum]

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Everything that Wesk had observed about Nar Shaddaa was interesting. There was quite a bit of uncleanliness that seemed to pervade just about everything. The air felt polluted when she inhaled, the streets had rubbish, the people seemed to have poor hygiene but she was also venturing deeper into the city covered moon. The teenager redhead had a jacket along with other simple attire.

The curious youth wanted to explore the Smuggler's Moon. The last time she had stopped on the planetoid she had remained in her ship for most of the time since she had been warned it was a dangerous place. But this time she had not been warned and felt confident in her own skill at avoiding trouble. The people in Hutt space tended to act differently than others and since the moon was in the heart of Hutt space Wesk was set on trying to get a first hand look at how things were done.

One loud bar stuck out and the hazel eyes belonging to the young engineer saw several people come and go. The hub of activity was the best place to observe people and learn more about them. Maybe she would find someone that had skills that could be useful. It was a place of mystery, at least to the ignorant teenager.

"Moist Miraluka...what's moist?" She wondered if the establishment provided services specifically towards aquatic patrons like Mon Calamari or Nautolans. Once she entered she realized it was not for that purpose. But still she remained ignorant of the lewd phrasing of the bar's name. "Pretty." she said to herself as she saw the sensual dances of the performers. Plenty of eyes were on them. Most other people stared and were either talking with one another or enjoying the erotic show but all of them seemed to have a drink of some kind. Guess I should get one to blend in.

She approached the bar and ended up next to a large feline creature. Wesk had not realized how tall he was at first. Her own short stature had her staring up at him. The bartender slid towards her. "Um...I'll have what he's having, please." She was going to mimic whatever seemed like the norm. The droid began filling up a container just as large as the one that Trianii had in his hand and set it in front of the redhead.

Wesk paid for the beverage and turned to posture herself in the same manner as the Bounty Hunter but it was a little bit difficult seeing as her arms did not meet the bar at the same angle as his own. He seemed like a tough and physical adept individual and many of the patrons seemed to share that characterisitic. Wesk inhaled to try and puff herself up and look tough. Using both hands she took a sip of the dark amber liquid. "hmm." she murmured with a quickly softening expression and went back to continue drinking though tried to furrow her brow like she was almost angry at her beverage. Normally she did not drink but the libation was tasty. Other people whooped and hollered, going about their business. There was so much going on. The teenager looked over the brim of her diminishing drink to try and gather as much of each interaction as possible.

 

[Darasuum]

And then the music got dank...
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The back room of the Moist Marialan opened up causing a wall of light grey smoke slowly spill out. Malakai backed out of it laughing his head off. His neck curled back in hysterics. He reached out through the smoke and grabbed the hand there in a tight handshake and pulled the man into a bro hug with a light pound on the back like homies do. The owner of the bar liked having the Grysk as his homie, but who doesn't like being tight with their drug dealer.

Malakai was the kind of guy who just slung spice for the hell of it. A couple of his dealers worked local Nar Shaddaa but the Grysk was simply known as being the kind of cool guy that always knows how to have a good time. "You mind if I stick around my man? I think I need to chase...this." A mocking cough came as his hand waved the smoky air around them.

The stuff they had just lit up had been smooth but Malakai just wanted to move from this buzz and slide right on into the next one. He did not so much as get up on a high and then come down to start a new one. The man just road from one to the next, never dropping. Forever turnt if he could help it.

"Do you, brotha." He said and gave Malakai a low bones fist bump. The Grysk headed straight for the bar. "Hey Kai! Stickin' around?" The purple twi'lek said. "You know it." She was a nice girl and he enjoyed making the woman laugh.

He found a spot at the side of the bar. Raising his hand the server already knew what he wanted. The rail shot and the cheap beer as a follow up. His hand picked up the shot, raising it to eye level, stared at it for a moment and then threw it back. Double tapping the empty shot back on the counter top his hand opened and the beer glass pulled into his hand. He chugged half the beer before slamming it down and exhaling zealously. "Aaaaaaah that's tasty."

"You left one of your hoodies here when you stayed till closing." A scolding tone came from one of the others who seemed to be doing her best to ignore a Rodian. Normally they would keep the casual talk to themselves when other possible customers were around. Unless he was a moocher. Ew....moochers. They're worse than Rodians, and he's both. Grooooooosssss. He thought to himself overly enthusiastically. "I'll pick it up before I leave, Venessa?" She looked unamused and just went to head for the back.

The Grysk turned around to get bumped into by a Zeltron hurriedly leaving the spot next to him. "dude..." Enough to make Malakai think he might get some of his beer spilled on him. Thankfully he had drank half of it already. "...not even a karkin' apology...rude" He muttered and then sipped his beer. Then he shrugged and forgot about it. His eyes caught the anzat's eyes. His head turned to look the other direction and saw a Trianii right next to him. And he was big. "ah...suh dudes?" His skeletal hand raised to give them both a sideways peace sign.

@Ecclessey @Logan @Wit @AfroBandit20

 

[Raven_41]

Nar Shaddaa wasn't particularly a planet Njallgard came to often, not because he was too good for a place like the smuggling moon or had trouble with the Hutts. No, it was simply because of how busy he's been with his work for the past couple of months. However, his smith business had boomed quite a lot recently so Nar Shaddaa seemed like the perfect place for a celebration along with his companions for the evening. Walking down the streets in the Red Hutt District Njallgard along with his companions, they were looking for a club that looked interesting enough, before committing to a place. Glimmering neon lights lit up the long streets of streets all having one purpose, to catch potential customers in spending money in their place.

It was quite a sight to behold as the little group of individuals went down the street, as Njallgard towered over everyone else, making the men beside him look a lot smaller in comparison. Not only that but the large imposing Ursine creature was also carrying a big two-handed melee war mace. "Oi, Njall, we got to try this place, it got good booze," said one of Njall's companions as the group came by the Moist Miraluka, which a few of the other in the group agreed on. Glancing up at the neon sign with his dark brown eyes, the Ursine didn't know the club, so how could he say no? Besides, he was thirsty for something very strong.

Upon entering the club with his friends, Njall immediately figured out why some of them wanted to drink at the Moist Miraluka, causing him to roll his eyes. Ignoring the many looks he got from the other patrons, the large Ursine-creature went for the bar to order whatever strongest poison the club had, while the rest of the group went to find a table.

Heading for the bar, the Ursine immediately notice the Trianii (@Logan) as it was the only one that really stood out to Njall, the sound of a Rodian(@Ecclessey) whinging about something Njall didn't quite get, nor really cared about as he got to the bar. Lifting the large and heavy two-handed war mace off his shoulder and placed it headfirst down on the floor, leaning the long handle at the counter of the bar. It was a massive weapon and almost as long as an average human being, not to mention very heavy to lift if one wasn't trained to lift it.

Njall placed both large hands on the counter, "barmen! Give me ze best poison water you 'ave in ze largest mugs you got and five of 'em" ordered Njall with a thick, but a husky voice, with a bit of growling mixed in. Standing and waiting for the drinks to arrive and decided to give the place a glance, just to get a sense of the place, almost missing the small human girl (@Darasaurus) to his left, who sat between him and the Trianii.