Morgan's smiled again in the direction of the dignitary who'd asked him to drinks, but the smile wasn't actually for him. Golden eyes glanced at the coughed out cloud of smoke and then back again from behind his sunglasses, engaging in other idle conversation with the two Bothans regarding droid specs and general business arrangements for a while. Then Emryc suggested heading to a lounge for drinks, and Morgan offered another small bow to the two.
"It appears I've been roped into drinks after all. I- ah, isn't that your aide?" he interrupted himself, gesturing toward yet another Bothan that was speed-walking up to them. The aide informed the flirtatious dignitary that they were being asked by a higher up to oversee the quarantine area for the moment, and muttered something under the range of human hearing about it being for the sake of optics. Morgan looked elsewhere, pretending not to hear the commentary, though a glitter of amusement touched his eyes.
Morgan left the dignitary behind and headed out with the rest, never too from Emryc but farther behind than Vrash to keep an eye on both of them.
The lounge was ritzy indeed, decked out with expensive leathers and delicate silken cloths. Genuine wood was used for all the tables and a lighter colour for the floor, frequently cleaned and polished nightly. Rare and expensive art lined the walls, partly of Bothan origin but also quite a few from other cultures, a reminder of Bothawui's usual state as a major trade hub. The lights were dimmed to a reasonable level, a comfortable illumination that was easy on the eyes.
The group was lead to the VIP area a well dressed hostess, a suite on the top floor of the lounge that a bit of Bothan flexing had gotten reserved for them. If the rest of the lounge was impressive, the suite was exponentially more so. One of a kind figurines and paintings, each booth and table a custom hand-made piece of art all its own. They included recessed holoprojectors, lighting, privacy screens and sound suppressors, allowing absolute discretion whatever was being discussed within. Rather than organic servers, premium service droids served the tables, ensuring not a single error was ever made nor drink spilled.
Once inside the guests were left to their own devices beyond the droids, including the one behind the bar, behind which was a glittering wall of expensive alcohols and mixers. They would orders and deliver them, mixing drinks with absolute precision in stainless crystal glasses from a broad variety of quality ingredients stored neatly out of sight.
Morgan made his way to whatever booth or table Emryc went to, sitting nearby though, to his quiet chagrin, not directly next to him. There was still work to do, and he found himself instead speaking to a head of security for the most important of the gathered dignitaries. It was much more in his wheel house than straight politics, and the subject naturally turned to the whistling command protocol he'd used. So far so good.
"It appears I've been roped into drinks after all. I- ah, isn't that your aide?" he interrupted himself, gesturing toward yet another Bothan that was speed-walking up to them. The aide informed the flirtatious dignitary that they were being asked by a higher up to oversee the quarantine area for the moment, and muttered something under the range of human hearing about it being for the sake of optics. Morgan looked elsewhere, pretending not to hear the commentary, though a glitter of amusement touched his eyes.
Morgan left the dignitary behind and headed out with the rest, never too from Emryc but farther behind than Vrash to keep an eye on both of them.
The lounge was ritzy indeed, decked out with expensive leathers and delicate silken cloths. Genuine wood was used for all the tables and a lighter colour for the floor, frequently cleaned and polished nightly. Rare and expensive art lined the walls, partly of Bothan origin but also quite a few from other cultures, a reminder of Bothawui's usual state as a major trade hub. The lights were dimmed to a reasonable level, a comfortable illumination that was easy on the eyes.
The group was lead to the VIP area a well dressed hostess, a suite on the top floor of the lounge that a bit of Bothan flexing had gotten reserved for them. If the rest of the lounge was impressive, the suite was exponentially more so. One of a kind figurines and paintings, each booth and table a custom hand-made piece of art all its own. They included recessed holoprojectors, lighting, privacy screens and sound suppressors, allowing absolute discretion whatever was being discussed within. Rather than organic servers, premium service droids served the tables, ensuring not a single error was ever made nor drink spilled.
Once inside the guests were left to their own devices beyond the droids, including the one behind the bar, behind which was a glittering wall of expensive alcohols and mixers. They would orders and deliver them, mixing drinks with absolute precision in stainless crystal glasses from a broad variety of quality ingredients stored neatly out of sight.
Morgan made his way to whatever booth or table Emryc went to, sitting nearby though, to his quiet chagrin, not directly next to him. There was still work to do, and he found himself instead speaking to a head of security for the most important of the gathered dignitaries. It was much more in his wheel house than straight politics, and the subject naturally turned to the whistling command protocol he'd used. So far so good.
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