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[This is a social thread open for the first four or five people to hop in. I'm hoping to avoid too much violence aside from maybe a club fight or two. Mandalorians definitely welcome.]
It was a club like any other club, filled with patrons of any and all kinds there to enjoy music, drinks, drugs, and the company of strangers and friends alike. There was a bar at the back of the large, open dance room, with three doorways on the right wall that led to VIP private rooms for special guests who had an itch for sex and narcotics. On the left wall was the entrance to the club, with nothing more that would peak anyone's interest. At the front was a stage, which yielded the floor to exotic Twi'lek dancers and a performing musical artist.
The music was loud, the room was foggy with smoke, and the drinks were glowing with the various mixtures filled with potent alcohol-sugars. It was an ideal place for those who were looking for an intense and good time. The bar, however, mostly entertained one, lone, steadfast customer while the dance floor was packed tight with the rest of the patrons who sought to get off from the rumbling bass and close quarters. James sipped on a mug of glowing green ale as he puffed on his cigarette.
He wasn't there for any particular reason other than to try it out. He was on the planet for some r&r, and heard that the club was fairly popular, so he stopped by. He like the drinks, the women were beauties, and he didn't have to do much besides sit back and relax. He was left alone for the most part, which was alright in his book. He was Mandalorian, meaning he mostly associated with other Mandalorians on a personal and intimate level, while the rest were mostly business relationships. Hell, he wanted to make sure that the woman he married, if he ever did marry, was a Mandalorian. A few ladies caught his eye, but he was still waiting for that perfect match to drop into his life.
In any case, he was there to relax, and that was exactly what he was going to do. He wanted to enjoy the break while he could. Who knew, perhaps he would meet a friend or two while he was there.
It was a club like any other club, filled with patrons of any and all kinds there to enjoy music, drinks, drugs, and the company of strangers and friends alike. There was a bar at the back of the large, open dance room, with three doorways on the right wall that led to VIP private rooms for special guests who had an itch for sex and narcotics. On the left wall was the entrance to the club, with nothing more that would peak anyone's interest. At the front was a stage, which yielded the floor to exotic Twi'lek dancers and a performing musical artist.
The music was loud, the room was foggy with smoke, and the drinks were glowing with the various mixtures filled with potent alcohol-sugars. It was an ideal place for those who were looking for an intense and good time. The bar, however, mostly entertained one, lone, steadfast customer while the dance floor was packed tight with the rest of the patrons who sought to get off from the rumbling bass and close quarters. James sipped on a mug of glowing green ale as he puffed on his cigarette.
He wasn't there for any particular reason other than to try it out. He was on the planet for some r&r, and heard that the club was fairly popular, so he stopped by. He like the drinks, the women were beauties, and he didn't have to do much besides sit back and relax. He was left alone for the most part, which was alright in his book. He was Mandalorian, meaning he mostly associated with other Mandalorians on a personal and intimate level, while the rest were mostly business relationships. Hell, he wanted to make sure that the woman he married, if he ever did marry, was a Mandalorian. A few ladies caught his eye, but he was still waiting for that perfect match to drop into his life.
In any case, he was there to relax, and that was exactly what he was going to do. He wanted to enjoy the break while he could. Who knew, perhaps he would meet a friend or two while he was there.