The Doctor
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Jan 6, 2018
- Messages
- 163
- Reaction score
- 44
Prakith wasn't a very dense world in terms of population, it was mostly barren in places where no cities existed. Of the few cities that existed the population count was low, and some of them counted as little more than slightly larger shanty towns, so as a result, it wasn't really a place where you could relax. However, there was one place on Prakith that had become a worldwide attraction fr anyone looking to take a load off, and that, was The Light at the End. Named because it was on the other side of it's city from the ports, and the fact that the place lit up the night sky like a planet scale campfire, it was, without a doubt, the single largest relaxation spot on Prakith, spanning at least a mile long and boasting hundreds of things to do. The main attraction, and what it started as, was the cabaret hall/night club, where bands and such could perform to their audience in the tables directly in front of the band, whilst the back half of the room was for dancers and party goers.
The Doctor sat back in her armchair booth, letting the seat's cushioning fibers practically absorb her diminutive frame as she knocked back another shot of Sunfruit Liqueur, her third since getting here. She absolutely loved it here, the seats of rich corellian leather, the music that made your soul soar and sublimely soothed your aching brain, the steady rhythm of feet on the dance floor. Then, of course, there was the Liquors and under the table substances they freely passed out to give their poor populace a little boost in life. She had finally arrived on Prakith to answer the summons put to her by Exile Master Leviticus so long ago, on Mustafar. She met so many fun ones there, she met Kano, the walking casserole, Nadela, in all her sexy kickass finery, then there was Suiren, she hadn't seen him around lately, aaaand...oh yeah Leviticus! Whom she was here to see, and al...already mentioned *hic*, ok maybe it was a tad redundant to mention Levi again.
Malthazar had said that he would meet The Doctor at the club, have some drinks, take a load off, enjoy themselves. Unfortunately for him, nature seemed to not want him here on time, because he was supposed to be here 20 kriffing minutes ago, so The Doc figured she'd have a few drinks without him for now and hot damn! That was a smarrrrt decision! Her eyes fell upon the Death Sticks laying just on the edge of the table, sitting there all lonely lookin, cryin out for some attention...aaaah what the hey! She grabbed one and jabbed the kriffer into her sleeve, it's juices coursing through her veins and already starting to flood into her brain. Everything heightened to her, she could feel every beat and strike, the drums making her whole body feel as if it were pulsing with the reverbs, the dancers ringing her ears and singing their own tunes step by beat. The smell of booze and vomit and juice and sweat and fresh air all piled into her nose, filling her brain with this beautiful cocktail that just made her head fall back and her body sink even deeper into the chair, her fingers starting to trace the fine carvings from the wood table that had been made when it was cut, feeling it even through the varnish.
"Aaaaah...the benefits of 5 century lifespan" She slurred
The Doctor sat back in her armchair booth, letting the seat's cushioning fibers practically absorb her diminutive frame as she knocked back another shot of Sunfruit Liqueur, her third since getting here. She absolutely loved it here, the seats of rich corellian leather, the music that made your soul soar and sublimely soothed your aching brain, the steady rhythm of feet on the dance floor. Then, of course, there was the Liquors and under the table substances they freely passed out to give their poor populace a little boost in life. She had finally arrived on Prakith to answer the summons put to her by Exile Master Leviticus so long ago, on Mustafar. She met so many fun ones there, she met Kano, the walking casserole, Nadela, in all her sexy kickass finery, then there was Suiren, she hadn't seen him around lately, aaaand...oh yeah Leviticus! Whom she was here to see, and al...already mentioned *hic*, ok maybe it was a tad redundant to mention Levi again.
Malthazar had said that he would meet The Doctor at the club, have some drinks, take a load off, enjoy themselves. Unfortunately for him, nature seemed to not want him here on time, because he was supposed to be here 20 kriffing minutes ago, so The Doc figured she'd have a few drinks without him for now and hot damn! That was a smarrrrt decision! Her eyes fell upon the Death Sticks laying just on the edge of the table, sitting there all lonely lookin, cryin out for some attention...aaaah what the hey! She grabbed one and jabbed the kriffer into her sleeve, it's juices coursing through her veins and already starting to flood into her brain. Everything heightened to her, she could feel every beat and strike, the drums making her whole body feel as if it were pulsing with the reverbs, the dancers ringing her ears and singing their own tunes step by beat. The smell of booze and vomit and juice and sweat and fresh air all piled into her nose, filling her brain with this beautiful cocktail that just made her head fall back and her body sink even deeper into the chair, her fingers starting to trace the fine carvings from the wood table that had been made when it was cut, feeling it even through the varnish.
"Aaaaah...the benefits of 5 century lifespan" She slurred
@The Matt