Lorcan took his shot like a man – in that he ignored the burning as it hit the back of his throat and tried to avoid making eye contact for a second while his body accepted the harsh alcohol. Seemed to him that everyone else in the room was happy enough to take a shot, though the smol Goth GF The First seemed to have bitten into a lemon by the look on his face.
He blamed Smol Goth GF The Second for that, he had spotted her dropping something into the first one’s basket… which sounded like it should be dirty but it actually wasn’t. Instead he just watched as the Dathomiri (or maybe just super pale?) woman ‘enjoyed’ the sweet and shook his head a little bit as he eyed the rest of the room’s occupants.
“You Force slinging karks are weirdos.” He remarked bluntly before shrugging, “But your credits spend real good so you do you I guess.”
Taking a small flute of sparkling wine from a serving droid, Lorcan followed his boss into one of the treatment rooms. Gulping down the sparkling drink like the unrefined lout that he was, Lorcan handed the empty flute of sparkling wine off to someone and stopped for a second as he eyed the blond woman who had just kind of watched everything.
Damned voyeurs, honestly.
“Hey, you ever been to a place like this before?” he asked her with a raised eyebrow, “I ain’t ever heard of half these ‘treatments’. The kark is acupuncture? Come on um…”
He clicked his fingers as he tried to remember her name.
“Um… ah… Darth… Cervix, right! Help a guy out would you?”
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