The Lusty Lekku: Wholesome Entertainment

[Gillian Rel]

The Lusty Lekku
Open to All - No Killing and what not - Bonus Points if you break enough stuff to get kicked out​

Gil was still new the planet, still trying to where he could fit into the crime-ridden world. There was potential here, so much potential. He had thought for a moment when he had left Corellia he could change, be a better person, but that wasn't him, and likely never would be.

With some extra credits in his pocket, he decided tonight he would celebrate a lucky night at the card table. A smarter idea would be to save that money and use it to get his foot in the door somewhere, but what was the point of any of this if we couldn't ever cut loose. He would start being responsible tomorrow...maybe.

It was a nasty night on Nar Shadaa, cold and rainy. Steam sizzled off of the bright neon sign which gave it a smokey vibe outside. The music could be heard from almost a block away. He had only heard about this place a couple days ago, and until now, had been too broke to even think about coming.

It was still early, but it was just about that time where the place would be filling up quickly. Once inside, he made his way to the bar to order the first of what he hoped would be entirely too many drinks.

He turned around, leaned against the bar and took the place in. Several of the dancers were already on the stage.

He had a good feeling about tonight.

 

[Mig Cabra]

Mig was not one to go out partying. The Gotal was still momma's special boy and did not like to get into too much trouble socially. Dating and women were the last thing on his mind. Truth be told, he had never really wanted to do anything of the sorts. The Lusty Lekku was certainly not a place anyone who knew Mig might expect to find him. Most would be surprised while some would find it somehow fitting. The Gotal had been wandering Nar Shaddaa looking for possible connections. As a Galactic Alliance Rebel, he wanted to find targets against the Imperial rule and to find deals that might help them out. So far it had been too scummy even for his ignorant tastes.

The Gotal rebel wore his usual armor without a helmet and decided that for this outing he would leave the PIPE in the ship. It was no use dragging it around and getting arrested. It was a bit too obvious. Even the bowcaster had seemed a bit much and been left behind. Mig only took the risk of his two pistols. One was extremely illegal but it was concealed while the other perfectly normal pistol rested at his hip as any Nar Shaddaa citizen should have. He felt a bit vulnerable but it was safer this way in the end. So he had been told.

"Hello, friend!" Mig said to his droid, J0, who had been acquiring some spare parts at a shop. "Got everything you need?"

A single beep affirmed that J0 had in fact found success. A crate of parts in his arms also indicated this. It was at this moment Mig decided he needed to use a refresher. The sweet, innocent Mig found the doors to The Lusty Lekku and went inside without knowing what it was. Mig was surprised by the scene inside but still went up to the bar.

"Hello, friend!" He chimed so happily as usual. "Might I use your refresher? And what is your food special today?"

@Dread

 

[Arnen Elgernoth]

Arnen walked out from behind the stage, in denim jeans and a leather jacket, with a lit cigarro hanging from his lips. Several other hastily hired band members for this show. Having had time to come up with a band name and banner, the Sith and co. came up with the Band Name "Not Your Father's Jizz Band", which hung on a banner behind them. Behind them were many different instruments, most of which would be used in their act tonight, though for now, he called upon the DJ to mix up something for the first song.

Slowly, he sauntered to the mic, before taking a hefty drag from his cig, looking over to the DJ, who returned to Arnen a thumbs up to signal he was ready.

Tapping the mic, to garner the attention of those within the bar, "Lusty Lekku! Man, that rolls right off the tongue, don't it? Gotta say, I'm diggin' this atmosphere. All these beautiful ladies doin' what they do, spreading love, and the occasional case of crabs," he said, while pulling at the crotch of his jeans, before chuckling a bit to himself, with some scattered laughter from the lobby before him, and clearing his throat, before continuing to speak, "Luckily, though, I'm not here to tell you all bad jokes the whole night, so save your rotten tomatoes for the next cat in line. My name is Cassius Xornell, and this is a mix of a song my fellow bandmates and I have written just for this bar, called Part of Me - Hit it, DJ," he said, pointing to the Miralukan behind the turntables, punching on the beat.

Taking a final drag to kill the rest of his Cigarro, as the beat came to a head, he stepped back and grabbed his water glass, and wet his remaining vocal chords.

"Little gal, I love when she talks to me... Gotta smile, when she walks that walk with me, I want that girl... but I want a lot," he began, his voice coldly melodic as he held notes on the ends of certain syllables, his cybernetic Jaw giving his voice a natural electronic tinge to it, that worked very well with the song, "Might cross my mind," he sang, hitting a high note (italicized), "But that's where it stops... OOooH-ooh-ooh, that bitch, ain't a part of me, no, that bitch ain't a part of me, NOooo, that bitch ain't a part of me, I said, 'no, that bitch ain't a part of me..." he sang, repeating the line four times, or so, as the hook, before continuing to the next verse.

"I love that girl.. I love that dress she wears... she's got a hold, a hold of my neck, oh yeah... I wanna cryyy, the way that she moves, I want that girl, but not what she's goin' th'ough," he sang, before returning to the hook of the song.

 

[The Storyteller]

One of the dancers near the bar overheard Mig, downing her glass of hard liquor and hoping it would kick in quickly. She got up, pushed her breasts up in her outfit then walked over to Mig, forcing herself in front of him before wrapping her arms around the gotal and falling against him. Her breasts smothering his face if he didn't move. "Oh, oh monsieur we have lots of specials today." She giggled, biting her bottom lip and wiggling against him. "How about the busty special, monsieur?" She wiggled again, giggling more. "Or the bouncy bouncy special?" (@Cazar)

 

[Ti'ame]

The night was busy and the drinks were flowing. Too fast for the server droid that usually manned the bar to keep up, meaning that Ti’ame was helping the bar stay on top of drink orders. Prancing around behind the bar in a slinky coral colored dress Ti poured drinks expertly, having spent many nights behind the Lusty Lekku's bar.

"What's your poison handsome?" She asked cheerfully as a pointy eared human (@Raydo) leaned up against the bar. Before she could get back to him however a Gotal (@Cazar) walked up asking about the refresher. "The refresher is for paying customers only." Smiling sweetly as she gestured to the drinks behind the bar in encouragement. Of course at that moment one of the other girls, spotting new prey quickly swooped in on the Gotal. "There are also refresher stations in the bedrooms upstairs, which are free of charge of you're accompanied by one of the girls." she said with a wink. The girls however were not free, but she neglected to mention that part, it wouldnt take a genius to figure that out.

Rolling her eyes as the cyborg jawed singer (@Gian Greydragon) made a joke about catching crabs in the bar, she grooved to the electro beat as he warbled electronically. It wasnt often that the Lusty Lekku had live music, the stage normally occupied by men and women in various stages of undress. The man on stage was however very clothed, a problem Ti’ame hoped to soon correct. "TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF!" She shouted, blowing a kiss at the man on stage before returning to pouring drinks.

 

[Mig Cabra]

It must have been a bit cold for these girls in what they were wearing. Mig noticed that both of the women who approached him would be horribly unprepared to walk around outside in the cold rain. He felt a bit bad that they were too poor to afford adequate clothing. The Gotal also had no idea what these specials meant but they sounded like weird food he had never tried. Bouncing did sound fun. Maybe it was a type of jello food for him to try. A busty special sounded like it would be broken or something. He was a bit uncertain about that one.

"Oh, many specials? That's great news!" Mig said happily as he looked between the two women. "I like trying new things! How much is the bouncy bouncy special? Does it come with a nice glass of blue milk?"

A large smile crossed the innocent Gotal's face as he spoke. He truly had no clue what kind of place he had walked into. The singing started and seemed a bit odd but it was not bad. Certainly not the typical Gotal or Wookiee songs he listened to on his own. Mig was slightly confused by the bartender's request for the singer to take his shirt off but maybe she was jealous of his wealth. That was probably it.

"I'll certainly need to use a refresher after that!" He said with a laugh.

@Dread @Arclight

 

[Gillian Rel]

He was enjoying himself, this had been the first time he had relaxed since he had arrived on the planet. Like clockwork as soon as his drink was empty, a Twi'lek woman approached him about another drink. "Whis..." he said but cut himself on as she turned and moved away. "key..." he finished, expression evening a bit. @Arclight

He wasn't one to stay irked by it for long. He turned back to the bar and ordered another whiskey. Cheers went up as the Twi'lek woman behind him yelled for someone to take their shirt off. She was still speaking with a Gotal who seemed out of sorts when he turned back around, still waiting on his drink.

He took a small vile of light brown powder from his jacket pocket. He didn't have much, but he had enough for himself a couple other people. He really only took the stuff in social settings. If there was ever a night to indulge, it would be tonight. He poured just a tiny amount onto his hand before holding it to his nose. He tilted his head back, opening his eyes wide, enjoying as the burning sensation melt away into a pleasant warmth.

He had been close enough to hear the conversation between the staff and Gotal and snickered at the last comment. The giggledust was already affecting him. "That's how you know you got your monies worth!" he said to Gotal, laughing again @Cazar

 

[Uhtred Wardruna]

"Hey!"

The dim droppings of rain fell down over man's face, lying on the ground. He was not drunk or ill. Far from it, in fact. With eyes widened to almost unnatural levels, a scattered drop or two would pelt his face, with a few even hitting him upon his unflinching eyes. It burned, as well it should have. Nar Shaddaa's pollution levels made almost all raid acidic in nature, but he couldn't feel the pain. He could feel something, but it was... muted. Dulled. In fact, it was almost pleasureable, like a tickle to his eyeballs.

"Buddy, c'mon! I've got a business to run!"

Turning his head slowly, with his eyes statically in place as if he were a statue, or perhaps just unable to look around like a normal human, Uhtred's gaze eventually met that of a Twi'lek's. He was older, perhaps in his mid-fifties? Hard lines on his face probably meant he was a heavy drinker, or perhaps time had caught up to him more cruelly than most. Or maybe he was simply a lover of spirits, which itself was a thing Uhtred could hardly fault anyone-for.

"Hey! You understand me? Move it!"

Another period of silence passed, as Uhtred simply stared in what appeared to be wonderment, perhaps even total bemusement or stilled dizziness, as if he were suddenly and somehow struck with vertigo. Then, out of nowhere, Uhtred's plain and unchangingly-emotionless face stretched into the widest smile he could subconsciously muster, and he let out the most boisterous, guffawing laugh any sentient could have heard in their lifetimes, twice over. Irritated, the Twi'lek that was speaking to him refused to waste another word as he reached down to pick Uhtred up and forcefully remove him from the premesis. Being forced upright, Uhtred finally took a look around himself and realized... he had no-kriffing idea where in the blue hells he was... then laughed hard again.

Glancing over to his right, Uhtred 'spotted' the older Twi'lek man that was now carrying him by having one of Uhtred's arms placed over the Twi'lek man's neck. In an instant, Uhtred's laughs stopped and he puckered his lips, stretching out to kiss the Twi'lek man. Using his free hand, the Twi'lek man pushed Uhtred's face away and sneered at him.

"Sith's blood, I'm too-old for this shit. Pay attent—"

Just then, Uhtred puckered his lips again and landed a kiss right on the old Twi'lek's own lips. No sooner had he done so did the old Twi'lek deliver a swift, steeled punch right at the center of Uhtred's face, knocking him hard to the ground.

"Kark this shrauk—I'm out ", the Twi'lek said to a grounded, but still laughing just as hard, Uhtred.

Laying with the side of his cheek in a pile of garbage, Uhtred almost couldn't catch his own breath, from his incessant laughter.

"Kark this shrauk—I'm out", he said, putting a melody to his voice. Lazily, Uhtred stretched out his arms, as if trying to catch something that was ahead of him. It was like a ribbon of color that changed and changed, got thicker and thinner, went from red to green to every shade of purple and all the way back again. It was a bit strange that the ribbon had what looked like a face on it, and it was reciting random verses of poetry, but damn if that ribbon didn't have a voice like a king. Then there was all the bubbles with tongues licking all over them.

Clinching his eyes shut, Uhtred laughed so hard it burned his chest. Gripping onto the wall of the alleyway where he was left, Uhtred clicked his teeth incessantly and shifted his eyes round about. He couldn't remember if he was looking for something, but that didn't matter. Or did it? He couldn't remember to remember.... unless he did remember, but forgot to remember to remember to...

Suddenly, Uhtred keeled over and vomited, gripping the front of his knees with both hands to prevent himself from falling over. And when that happened, Uhtred certainly didn't feel like laughing anymore. At least, until his own vomit began dancing to... music? Noise, at least, but Uhtred thought it was music. After all, there was a tiny circus about two feet away, that must have been the source.

Nonsensically babbling with randomized vocabulary, Uhtred suddenly stood upright and focused his eyes, as if trying to read something in very fine print or far away. He wasn't focusing on anything, or at least he wasn't sure if he was or not. But it was just the right thing to do, for some reason. Or so that trash cans were telling him, and they had honest faces about them. But so did all trash cans, so Uhtred felt like he should have been wary. Grabbing around himself, Uhtred then suddenly realized he didn't have his weapons on him, and grew scared and bewildered. His mother would kill him for losing... whatever it was that he lost. Well, if he lost it. Did he lose it? What was he looking for again?

Stumbling as he walked, Uhtred then tripped over his own feet and rolled into and through the doors of a what looked like some kind of cantina. Or a tavern. Was there a difference? On the floor again, Uhtred made whistling noises through his teeth, slowly pulling a metallic cartridge out from a pouch on his waist. Opening the top, several Fantazi mushrooms, plucked and preserved, popped out along the top, and Uhtred grabbed several with his fingers and ate them all. They tasted so great, after all. Or did they? As he chewed, Uhtred wondered what the mushrooms must have tasted like. He'd have to remember to try some later.

Looking upwards from the ground, Uhtred then spotted a... thing. It kinda looked like a Human, but it had pointy ears, like someone had cut them with a knife. Uhtred didn't blame him, knives were great, after all.

Barely containing his nonsensical laughter, and instead releasing bursts of restrained laughs while trying to keep his face looking serious, only to break out into the occasional grin, Uhtred lifted up his arm and offered some of the mushroom contents in his small metallic container to the sharp-eared person, while again clicking his teeth. It kept the fairies away. Or did it? Uhtred would have to remember to click his teeth to find out.

@Raydo

 

[Ner Giza]

Bar crawling. She hadn’t done that since she was a teenager back when she was getting her first taste of the smuggler’s life. Oh the adventures she had back then behind her uncle’s back! Just the thought of it made her giggle and she patted Ji Hu upon his back. ”Come on Ji...I can’t take the suspense anymore. Can I peek now?”

The thirty three year old Twi’lek, clad in her brown crop top and skirt, was slung over the shoulder of a very rough looking fellow. She had a blindfold wrapped round her eyes and was missing one of her knee high boots. The man just laughed causing her to jiggle a bit upon his shoulder and said, ”Vee Cappy. jeejee doth wata ateema” before setting the woman on the ground. Half of what he said was lost in the translation as the man absolutely refused to speak basic, deeming it a soft language for soft people. As a result she was getting to put her Huttese to good use, though admittedly she was a bit rusty.

Ner’Giza had met Ji Hu back on Savareen at Madam Coi’s cantina. He had been part of the Devi Gang that busted the place up that night and made off with the Twi’lek Rebel in the confusion. What could have turned into a very different situation wound up being fortuitous instead. Ji was sick of Devi and his trouble, and being ripe for the picking she recruited him to her cause. Little by little she had been building her small squad. The crew had taken to calling themselves KANJIKLUB, but she just called them the Quilting Bee.

Once her feet hit ground she reached up to pull the blindfold off and stared at the front of ’The Lusty Lekku’. Her mouth dropped open and she groaned, ”Oh man, you’ve GOT to be kidding.” Unfortunately Ji was absolutely serious and as he grabbed her hand and made a dash for the club he simply said, ”Tan”

Quick stepping not to be pulled off balance and land on her face, Ner’Giza trotted into the crowded bar her eyes taking in a whole lot more than she ever wanted to see.

 

[Arnen Elgernoth]

Arnen winked at the Twi'lek barmaid, and shook off his jacket, revealing his tight fitting cotton long-sleeve shirt, with six or so buttons going down the front, all of which left undone, showing a bit of skin.

"No, that bitch ain't a part of me," he sang, as the song went on. He rolled the sleeves up as there came an instrumental break, before his part came back around, "She was so friend-ly, I had one too ma-ny, and now that they tell me, she was rubbing all against me, But I swear, it never meant a thing, it was just a fling, There's no other woman who does it like you," he sang, before walking to the corner of the bar, and taking the tails of his shirt in both hands and peeling it off, for the Twi'lek at the bar (@Arclight), giving her a sly wink, before returning to the microphone for conclusion of the song.

"That bitch ain't a part of me, no, That bitch ain't a Part of Me, I said, no, that bitch ain't a part of me, That bitch ain't a part of me, no, That bitch ain't a Part of Me, I said, no, that bitch ain't a part of me,That bitch ain't a part of me, no, That bitch ain't a Part of Me, I said, no, that bitch ain't a part of me, no, that bitch ain't a part of, part of, part of - HEY!" he sang, concluding the song, thrusting the microphone into the air.

 

[Ti'ame]

Pouring a double shot of whisky, Ti'ame slid it across the bar to the pointy eared humanoid (@Raydo) that had just finished taking a hit of some sort of spice. "Your drink handsome, sorry about the wait." Reaching out to caress his face gently in apology. "Let me know if you need anything else." She purred, giving him a wink before turning her attention back to the stage in time to catch the real show as Arnen gave her a wink.

Grinning as the cyborg singer (@Gian Greydragon) sauntered his way over to the bar, Ti'ame began to dance, hips swaying, hands up in the air. Watching as he ripped his shirt off, Ti'ame made a show of biting her lip while eyeing his chest before leaning out across the bar to slowly drag her nails down from his shoulders to his abs, which was met with whoops and jeers from the crowd. It was nothing new to the Lusty Lekku or to Ti'ame really, she saw shirtless men everyday, but a show was a show, and if there was a show she was damn well gonna be a part of it. Plus he did have a nice set of abs.

Smiling in her eyes as she watched him go, Ti'ame turned her eyes back to the crowd. Her attention was quickly drawn by a rough looking man barging in, not that there was a lack of rough looking men in the room. More excitingly to Ti, he had dragged a blue skinned twi'lek girl into the joint, her eyes wide as she drank in the room. Grinning from ear to ear, Ti began to pour two mixed shots, a mix if blue liquors that gave the drink a hazy clouded look. Pulling a pinch of powder from a small vial under the counter, she sprinkled a bit in each shot, the powder dissolving into an orange cloud that floated at the top of the drink.

Grabbing a shot in each hand, Ti’ame exited the bar and began to approach the girl. The smile on her face only faltered as she eyed the girl and noticed a distinctly unadorned neck. If her hands hadn't been full she might have reached for the ever present collar around her own neck. Shrugging off the insecurity, Ti strutted her stuff across the room.

”Haaaaay beautiful!” She shouted, beaming. ”Welcome to the Lusty Lekku! It's your lucky day, today is the lekku twin special. Which means you get a free drink with me twinsie! Thrusting the free shot at the woman, Ti smiled in her own excitement. ”I'm Ti’ame, and thiiiiiis is a Rutian Ryloth Sunrise, house specialty.” She of course did not tell the girl that the drink contained spice. She might have felt a little bad if she wasn't herself anticipating the spice high herself.

Euphoria and fun were awaiting her in the near future, and it wasn't often that she got to sample the house wares herself. The Lusty Lekku didn't make a habit of giving out drugs for free, but their main draw was exotic aliens with lekku, montrails, or other exotic appendages, meaning it just made good business sense that the more lekku ladies in the house having fun the better
She had only added a small mount of spice to the drinks, enough to cause slight euphoria, uplifted moods, and perhaps some slight hallucinations. @Kayenta Moenkopi

 

[Ner Giza]

Naturally her eyes went to the show the singer and the barmaid were putting on and she just grinned shaking her head a bit laughing. ”Well I guess you’d better run along and enjoy, Ji. Don’t want to be getting in the way of your fun now.” The man just gave her a wink, as he finger banged the air making a clicking noise between his teeth and cheek. ”Cah da, Cappy” , he said before wading into the crowd. Making herself scarce was her version of being the perfect wing-man.

She was a bit surprised to see the barmaid wending her way in her direction and had to laugh when she heard the bit about twinsies. Reaching out to take hold of the shot shoved her direction, Nera said in their native tounge, ”T'iwan ar rarnork dan Ti'ame. Do ohk Ner'Giza. Ea Do huhsi akolan jemae clernis”. Raising her shot glass in salute of the woman, she knocked back the contents relishing the taste which tingled all the way up through her sinus cavity. Flaring her nostrils, she gave a satisfied sigh then grinned at Ti’ame.

”Arni'soyacho. Kay bo cea ilirs vo'oe sahak dan tarhan eti mtan ohk a Lethan Rd'ok Kur'ayeja?" For some reason that seemed a whole lot funnier to her than it really was and she could not help but laugh at her own joke. Ji was right, it was a grat night to go bar crawling, she could just feel it!

@Arclight

 

[Gillian Rel]

The colors started to pulse slightly in the room as drugs started affecting him. He lost his train of thought in the music until the Twi'lek woman from earlier came back up and handed up a drink. He looked her up a down. "Doll, a girl like you shouldn't ever have to apologize for a thing." he said taking the drink. His eyes lost focus for a second as his vision rolled pleasantly. "I'm sure I could come up with a thing or two to need from you, but thanks." he said, (@Arclight) winking before turning away from her to find a more comfortable seat to enjoy the room.

A man came up to him, offering some type of mushroom before staggering away. Odd. Was that real? Why would that happen? Before he could put too much thought into it, one of the girls approached him, a human. She smiled and said something to him. He didn't quite make out the words, but he didn't have to. He knew the act of these places, he wasn't one of the suckers who believed any of this was actually real. It was the honesty of it all that made it a good time. It was credited for a good time. Nothing more. Nothing less.

As she started to dance, he let his attention transfix on her. She seemed to move like water to the music. The room continued to pulse. Warmth and pleasure rolled through his nerves as the spice did its work.

Everything was good.