When Emil Ro was a young man, he frequented establishments for gay beings on Balmorra. The outings had never led to anything but a few flings with men who liked him for the wealth they perceived he had, or to access his connections once he began his meteoric rise in politics. Since becoming the Chancellor, though, he had not been able to live the life of an ordinary man. But tonight, with everything happening in the galaxy, Emil decided to ignore conventions and go in undercover.
He entered cloaked and hooded. It wasn't completely unusual for patrons of the bars on Coruscant to do so, particularly when they wanted to be left alone. He wasn't there for the dancing anyways. He just needed to be around people again. Ordinary people. People who didn't recognize him and didn't care about Firrerre or Denon, the Jedi or the Sith or the Consortium, the Free Worlds Alliance. More importantly, he needed a drink of a stronger variety than they served in the Senate Building.
Emil seated himself at the far end of the bar. The Dowutin barkeep swung by after making his rounds to existing customers and offered him a drink. He selected an ale from the Rim worlds, but the barkeep looked at him twice before he left. "Do I know you from somewhere?"
Emil thoughtlessly waved his hand. "No, you've never seen me."
The Dowutin's eyes glazed over, causing Emil to frown. "I've never seen you before," he repeated before stalking off.
Minutes later he had not returned. He had not so much as looked in Emil's direction. The Chancellor looked down at his own two hands and cursed. Another byproduct of this accursed power he didn't understand. He was beginning to hate the Force. @Mr. Teatime