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The atmosphere was palpable. In Afterlife it was like somebody was painting a picture for you. True, they were using liquefied garbage, phlegm, and some weird orange crap; but it was a work of art regardless. Bass pumping in your ears, perfumes and drinks almost taste-able as they were able to be smelled, and enough flashing lights and lasers to give a hanar a seizure. Everyone was enjoying the party. Everyone except Aria T'loak's wet work squad. Shane Clayton, Maero Rago, and Liatus Arktorre were lounging in a VIP room where the excitement was absent, but the luxury was in higher quantity.
Maero: "About that time?"
Shane: "Indeed it is," Shane rose from his chair and made his way to the bar. It was one of many seats all arranged around a single table with a holographic display, "Definitely time to start drinking."
Liatus shook his head slowly as the human began pouring a glass of whiskey and selecting a cigar. This had definitely been the most lavish room Aria set them up in for a briefing. Maybe it was the details of the mission that necessitated such lavishness. Any moment the rest of the team would be assembling and the mission would begin.
Maero: "About that time?"
Shane: "Indeed it is," Shane rose from his chair and made his way to the bar. It was one of many seats all arranged around a single table with a holographic display, "Definitely time to start drinking."
Liatus shook his head slowly as the human began pouring a glass of whiskey and selecting a cigar. This had definitely been the most lavish room Aria set them up in for a briefing. Maybe it was the details of the mission that necessitated such lavishness. Any moment the rest of the team would be assembling and the mission would begin.