Theres no Party like a Hutt Party

[Nor'baal]

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.​

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.....

 

[Viggy]

The party was well underway by the time Iskaral D'itarn arrived at the palace, the thumping basslines from inside reverberating in the Zeltron's ears. He felt his pulse rise and grinned to himself as he strode to the doors, exchanging as few words as possible with the porcine doormen on his way through. Still fresh to the Cartel, he had yet to get used to the smell of Gammorreans. Thankfully they were as eager to be rid of him as he was of them and did little more than confirm he was supposed to be here before grunting, impatiently gesturing for him to get inside already, which was just fine with Iskaral.

Inside, he let a droid take his coat, a long and high-collared sky blue garment with coattails sweeping the floor. Removing it revealed equally garish white shirt, tight and showy with geometric patterns in black woven into its clingy fabric. Low-riding bright red pants flaring outward at the sleek black boots, low-heeled and heavily tapered at the toes. Jewelry was everywhere on him, complimenting his smooth pink flesh; amber red gems set in his ears, heavy gold rings on his fingers, silver chains wound tight round exposed hips. His luck had been better since joining up with the Hutts, he could afford now fine clothes and shiny things.

The flamboyant Zeltron found his way into the main lounge and navigated his way through the crowd with a familiar ease, moving involuntarily to the beat at times but ultimately making his way off of the dance floor, ascending to the seating area above. Lilac eyes settled on Nor'baal the Hutt and he bowed his head in respectful greeting, before looking up again with an easy smile.

"Quite the party. I've brought you something."

Reaching into a back pocket, Iskaral brought forth a datapad, stepping forward and presenting it to Nor'baal.

"User information from a few major HoloNet payment processors. Freshly sliced, just this morning, and I didn't leave any tracks. I'm sure you have the resources to use this data a lot more effectively than little old me."

Grinning cheerfully, Iskaral let one of the Hutt's aides take the datapad and took a seat for himself, watching the entertainment below.