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THERE'S NO PARTY LIKE A HUTT PARTY
Music
This is a no death thread, but if you really must punch someone, you can. Please note, any Hutt players are welcome to join Nor'baal in the main rooms Hutt seating area. Bring presents, and go crazy.
Music
This is a no death thread, but if you really must punch someone, you can. Please note, any Hutt players are welcome to join Nor'baal in the main rooms Hutt seating area. Bring presents, and go crazy.
Drinks flowed, music blared out, and in the corners of the small palace a few people took some recreational spice and partook in, other activities with their fellow party goers. Ships lined up outside, glamorously dressed guests walking in from their speeders, two Twi'leks, a young human male, with light haired males on each arms, an Ithorian and his cadre of Twi'leks and Rodians - the sights where wide and diverse. Guests walked past a line of ten Guards waving tickets into the faces of the snuffling creatures, and soon found themselves traversing through the maze like entrance.
Coats where handed to serving droids, names and contacts exchanged, and various groups entered the numerous private rooms located in the entrance area. A shot was heard and a rodian dropped to the floor smoking slightly - ironically into the pool of the drink he had just spilled. The guards looked up, and dragged the body away as the revellers continued, dumping it over the side of the arrivals platform.
Inside the main lounge the revelling continued, lazer lights flashed around the room - and in true fashion it was nigh on impossible to hear what anyone was saying unless you stood right next to them. Karamuum however, ignored the inebriation of his fellows, even the inebriation of his master, and kept an ever steady watch on the crowd, never leaving his masters side.
Nor'baal on the other hand had no such concerns, and taking another puff of spice from his Hookah, his eyes clouded up a little bit more. He watched the dancers below, as he waved on the line of guests presenting gifts and offering greeting to him, before being muscled on by the Alcoves Guards. Several other Hutts where near him, sat behind the high table like balcony overlooking the dancing area in which the current act performed - which was in turn separated from the main floor which was mostly a throng of hundreds of gyrating drunkards.
He watched his private camera link, seeing who else would be in attendance at this event.....