Valiance Waszylla
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You work hard, you play hard. On Corellia, a bustling industrial system, that was a common mantra for the working class. It was so prevalent that the possible business opportunities was too much for a certain enterprising small green crossdressing prostitute-turned-business mogul. Imperial Hutta had gotten too...tame, oddly enough. There was a unique kind of risk in setting up his bar and brothel Trycks and Treats on the Republica world, yet that kind of thing had never stopped him before. Now, after years of building a name for himself and becoming popular with local hard-working laborer. Now, his place was one of the favorites on the planet for a man to spend some coin and unwind after a good day's work.
As for why Senator Waszylla was there? He heard the food was to DIE for. At first he looked completely out of place with a full blue suit, rainbow bow-tie, and horn-rimmed glasses with some crystals embedded in the frames. In his mind he was the pinnacle of scholarly style, so when the typical female and male 'waiters', as this place was open to any number of tastes, came over to start fawning over him to try to earn that extra set of credits he thought it was because of his charisma and wit. When he started the first story he was so wrapped up in himself he couldn't see the rolling eyes nor hear the groans of frustration. Then, something peculiar happened.
Tryck was working as the bartender that day, filling in for the one that had called out sick. The obscure tale from Jakku had reminded him of his own tale, beckoning the Senator over to tell his own obtuse story about a floral shirt-wearing man who grabbed one of the original Sith Lords mid-zipline and had suplexed him into an underground lake. The two hit it off, trading tall tales that were all rooted in truth as the patrons and staff listened in, laughing and hanging off their every words. "...And that's when they made me their chief! At least, that's what I WOULD have said, had I actually been there. Dromund Kaas is a bit far from home and I'm fairly sure even the spider could make my head explode just by looking at me cross-eyed. Should be easy for them, they've got at least six of them!" The crowd laughed again, Tryck pouring them all another drink. What some people would call the most boring man in the galaxy was the life of the party, somehow. Now he just needed some more friends to really throw the night into overdrive.
As for why Senator Waszylla was there? He heard the food was to DIE for. At first he looked completely out of place with a full blue suit, rainbow bow-tie, and horn-rimmed glasses with some crystals embedded in the frames. In his mind he was the pinnacle of scholarly style, so when the typical female and male 'waiters', as this place was open to any number of tastes, came over to start fawning over him to try to earn that extra set of credits he thought it was because of his charisma and wit. When he started the first story he was so wrapped up in himself he couldn't see the rolling eyes nor hear the groans of frustration. Then, something peculiar happened.
Tryck was working as the bartender that day, filling in for the one that had called out sick. The obscure tale from Jakku had reminded him of his own tale, beckoning the Senator over to tell his own obtuse story about a floral shirt-wearing man who grabbed one of the original Sith Lords mid-zipline and had suplexed him into an underground lake. The two hit it off, trading tall tales that were all rooted in truth as the patrons and staff listened in, laughing and hanging off their every words. "...And that's when they made me their chief! At least, that's what I WOULD have said, had I actually been there. Dromund Kaas is a bit far from home and I'm fairly sure even the spider could make my head explode just by looking at me cross-eyed. Should be easy for them, they've got at least six of them!" The crowd laughed again, Tryck pouring them all another drink. What some people would call the most boring man in the galaxy was the life of the party, somehow. Now he just needed some more friends to really throw the night into overdrive.
@Faster Than Light
OOC: Death/Injury disabled