The ravers were raving. There was no rage here. Neither was there repose. The Force had taken a backseat for there was a force far more powerful. The throngs were going wild like a steed unbridled, unreserved and unperturbed.
They doused themselves in sweat, drowned themselves in alcohol, snorted powder up their noses and swallowed tablets down their throats—when no one was looking, of course.
Yet one Sith watched them all.
Kayden Skyler was posted up in a corner of the club, sitting back in a booth bopping his head to the beats. He had not come in black robes, had forsaken black coat, and instead came in a white tracksuit streaked in black.
His arms were spread over the seat and nestled in each was a female Twi’lek and a Zeltron because cliches were never old enough to break them.
Above the dance floor, dangling from the ceiling, were cages where one being after the other was imprisoned to the music. Willingly? Not so much? Hard to tell in this particular establishment.
Rainbow, it was called, though this club in the Uscru Entertainment District was surely run by less than colorful characters who had no qualms about extorting damsels in distress and anyone of the sort.
Oh well. Kayden was just here to have fun. He was having it with the whores at either arm and a tall glass filled with a cocktail as colorful as a lightsaber rainbow; blue on bottom, then purple, red, orange and finally yellow. It tasted just as sweet, like sucking liquified Jedi and Sith through a straw, because why the hell not?