Coruscant was an impressive planet, with its surface totally covered by skyscrapers. When he was visiting the planet and had free time, Tristodd always loved to stay in the balcony of his apartment suite watching the sunset. It was beautiful how the sun would paint the horizon in shades of yellow, orange, and red. Usually after watching it, he would spend the rest of the night reading a holobook or preparing Senator Lassiter's schedule.
However, today was different. For the first time in his life Tristodd decided to follow his uncle Claudia's advice that he needed to have some fun to distract himself. His mind was troubled with thoughts about his crush on President Thorne, his ability to use the Force and with the fury of his parents. Sibyl told them how he acted in front of the President and his father sent a message ordering him to return to Brentaal immediately. When he arrived in the Brentioch Mansion, his parents berated him for having embarrassed the family in front of such an important person. Tristodd tried to give an explanation, but his father slapped him in the face. Caledan used to do this whenever his youngest son interrupted him during a scolding.
In an attempt to forget his life problems, Tristodd decided to go to a nightclub. This was the first time he had gone to a place like this. He didn’t even know what clothes to wear, most of the ones he had were too formal, the kind worn at noble parties or Senate assemblies. Then he remembered an item from his wardrobe that he bought because he thought it was pretty but had never used it. Deciding that maybe this was a good time to try new things, Tristodd got dressed in a long-sleeved black shirt with a green corset vest. To match it he chose black pants and shoes that were also black. At first the young man thought the vest would be uncomfortable, but soon realized it wasn’t.
Dressed this way, the Brentaalan arrived at the nightclub. There several beings were dancing to the sound of some electronic music, while their bodies were illuminated by multicolored lights. Not knowing what to do now, Tristodd walked to the bar where he chose some alcoholic drink made of fruits whose strange name he had already forgotten. Then, he sat on a stool in a corner of the bar, while sipping his drink and trying to not think about his problems.
@Altaris
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