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Strutting in like a cowbow on a good hair-day, Peter Tright lifted up to a full stand after crouching through the arced-lit doorway. The place was dark, yet still managed lit screens and flashing lights of neon in pattern with each section uniquely. The tables were hot and the crowds were hotter. The night was raging with pleasure and anxiety, and the emoting waves of drenching body heat saturated Tright's senses with indulgence.
As he pass the flashing door panels, a bouncer smacked the back of his halting hand across Tright's chest; but first thing's first... Both men twisted their necks to follow the sexiest of Twi'lek's pass by them overflowing with lustrous swagger and curvaceousness. Returning to business, the bouncer shot eyes down at Tright's hardware by holding open his vest. Tright closed his vest to the bouncer to reach into the opposing side and softly slap a colorful credit chip against the bouncer's chest. Looking it over, the bouncer looked up to give the okay to the human only to notice that Tright was already gone.
Intermingling, sliding through the mass of women and gamblers - Tright let his fingers linger on the beautiful ladies he passed by, making sure to lock eyes for only a moment as he made mental note of whom he'd make room for in his tight schedule of gambling, drinking, and flirtation. As well, Tright hoped to set his eyes on a possible target tonight; wondering if there would be any worthy warriors among the rabble. You never know.
And so, second thing's second: Tright tapped a desperate man on the left, sooner squeezing around him on the right to reach for the bartender who immediately noticed him. She did, after all, know him by name.
"Hey come on, baby! I knew I'd see you here, so why call right?"
After she rolled her eyes and turned away to the other side of the bar, a large alien wiped off his hands and tossed the white rag away to lean in close to Tright.
As he pass the flashing door panels, a bouncer smacked the back of his halting hand across Tright's chest; but first thing's first... Both men twisted their necks to follow the sexiest of Twi'lek's pass by them overflowing with lustrous swagger and curvaceousness. Returning to business, the bouncer shot eyes down at Tright's hardware by holding open his vest. Tright closed his vest to the bouncer to reach into the opposing side and softly slap a colorful credit chip against the bouncer's chest. Looking it over, the bouncer looked up to give the okay to the human only to notice that Tright was already gone.
Intermingling, sliding through the mass of women and gamblers - Tright let his fingers linger on the beautiful ladies he passed by, making sure to lock eyes for only a moment as he made mental note of whom he'd make room for in his tight schedule of gambling, drinking, and flirtation. As well, Tright hoped to set his eyes on a possible target tonight; wondering if there would be any worthy warriors among the rabble. You never know.
And so, second thing's second: Tright tapped a desperate man on the left, sooner squeezing around him on the right to reach for the bartender who immediately noticed him. She did, after all, know him by name.
"Hey come on, baby! I knew I'd see you here, so why call right?"
After she rolled her eyes and turned away to the other side of the bar, a large alien wiped off his hands and tossed the white rag away to lean in close to Tright.
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