Vibrant Nightlife

[Dwight Antilles]

Lower Levels, Courscant

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The Nightwave Nightclub is full of life as dusk has firmly passed over the Ecumenopolis planet. There were dancers, there were vibrant lights that cast over various colors over mostly everything. It was busy. Dwight Antilles was at at the bartender's counter, while almost full, there was a seat to either of him reserved. As for why he picked this place, the Senator of Alderaan prefers the seedy lower city of Courscant as a place to gravitate around when he wants to chill out, or when he has 'business' with some important 'friends' of his. The slight smell of marcan herb or the hint spice isn't something that bothers him too much. Another upside about the area he has chosen there's all kinds of interesting people out there, anything could happen. Sure Dwight could try some upper-scale place towards the upper levels, but where is the fun in that? As he would be sitting drinking a bottle of Alderaanian brandy as he would be rolling his eyes in every which direction. Dwight would be wearing some casual clothes. Nothing too fancy or anything. As time goes by, he would leaning forward in his seat with his drinking arm's elbow on the counter taking a shot of his drink.
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OOC: Open thread for any and all characters. PVP is fine; but no death, maiming, or captures plox.

@BlackJack

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[Versiert Larzeen]

Ah, Coruscant, the jewel of the Core, the star of the Republic, a place filled with politicians trying to stab each other in the back while pointing at the next guy and pretending it was him who did the stabbing in the first place. It wasn't too unlike Nar Shaddaa, well, that was a bit of an understatement. Slavery, illegal gambling and open drug trade wasn't as common on the Coruscanti surface as it was on Nar Shaddaa, no, instead you had to delve deeper. And that, was what Versiert had done, well, he had just finished a show at a different establishment, a few levels up and was now looking to cool down a bit.

Spinning his walking cane in his right hand he hummed on the music that he had performed during the night. He did feel a bit out of place though, wearing a Two-piece suit down here was cutting it close to getting in trouble with the locals of this level just because you dressed to fancy for their liking. But, Versiert didn't mind, he wasn't out to fight, he never was, but occasionally the fights came to him.

As he approached the third club of the evening, a place called the Nightwave Nightclub he looked at the sign and the people streaming in and out of the door. From what he could hear, the music was alright and the place sure wasn't empty. Walking up to the door he was stopped by a brute, presumably security, who told him that he couldn't bring in his cane. "Ah, I see, well, you see, I have this for walking, you know? Occasionally my legs just spasm and I have to lean on somethin' ya know?" He said with a smile and a quick wink, followed by a pat on the Brute's shoulder. "I'll be inside." he said and stepped inside and the Brute didn't seem to mind him.

Walking into the Nightwave was like walking through a portal straight to Nar Shaddaa, immediately he felt more relaxed, it was just like home. He could pick out three or four people from his spot at the entrance who he recognized from Nar Shaddaa and were known to deal with slavers, as well as a few known dealers around the place. Yep, this was just like home.

With his cane under his arm he maneuvered through the people moving all over the place with ease, avoiding a waitress who was busy talking to someone at her side instead of looking at where she was walking. When he finally arrived at the bar, it was mostly full, except for one spot which had two seats available between a few people. He had found his place. Moving through the jungle of people he finally arrived at the Counter, standing beside one of the seats that was reserved and looked over to the Man (@Faster Than Light) who stood there alone. "Bit lonely drinkin' alone, eh?" He asked and held out his cane. "Hold this will ya?" He said, releasing it as he turned to the bartender.

Instead of plummeting to the ground it floated silently in the air as he ordered a glass of Corellian Brandy and an Ale before turning back and taking the cane in hand. "Cheers, mate."

 

[Cod Tavz]

The Nightwave Nightclub was bull crap. Dancers who made more money in one night than Cod did in a week, colorful lights that were too bright that gave you night blindness so you got lost on your way home and ended up kidnapped by sewer people, and the urinals were small. Not too small, but enough to make you think about your aim which gave you really bad pee anxiety.

Cod had only been working in the aforementioned club for a month, but he already hated everything and everyone. Other veterans of the service industry might still call him optimistic still, but the usually cheerful man felt quite spiteful for having to do things for money. Perhaps this was why his parents had been the way they were? No...they were clearly born lame otherwise he'd still be allowed to live rent free and play hologames all day. He was the victim here.

Tonight he was serving as bartender and unlike his stint at Olive Bar and Den he wasn't allowed to give out every drink for free. He actually wasn't allowed to do that there which was one of the many reasons he was fired swiftly without prejudice, but also amicably and actually Cod quit cause he didn't need that corporate capitalist noise. Instead he apparently needed very similar noise because money ain't cheap.

He had a group of Quarren who kept ordering waters and complaining that the club was to dry. Why didn't they go back to ocean where they came from? Then he had some Duros who kept complaining his stuff wasn't top shelf which Cod didn't get. Sure it was rot gut, but it had been placed on the top shelf, he got on the stepping stool and everything sheesh. Then there were the humans. Insufferable, noisy, never satisfied with mediocre service, and so many of them. Cod wished all humans were dead starting with him...wait.

Shaking his head the angry bartender tried to get a hold of himself but himself wouldn't pick up the damn phone so he had to leave a voicemail instead, but it was one of those really long voice mails that explained how to leave a voicemail. I KNOW how to leave a voicemail electronic female voice so SHUT UP and let me leave one.

Back to his work he saw a dude with a weird flying stick order a Corelian Brandy and an Ale. Moving quickly he found Dirty Jake's "Corelian" "Brandy" whose quotation placements were in no way suspect alongside Mr. Drs Ail Ale, "For what ales you *definitely causes cancer*"


Pouring out the drinks, the amateur bartender placed them down before pointing to the cane,

"It know any other tricks?"

 

[Dwight Antilles]

The junior senator of Alderaan Dwight Antilles was still had his elbow on the table while drinking his brandy, until a stranger who is a little-bit too well dressed sat next to him. He would put his drink on the counter while still gripping it and then turn his head towards the stranger. Huh. Dwight is a member of the House of Antilles and a Senator, but even he knows better than to be that well-dressed in the lower cities. What's next, wearing a tuxedo better worn on Canto Bight on Nar Shaddaa? Being that clueless tends to make one a target. But if he gets shanked on the streets of the lower levels, that's not Dwight's problem now is it? Once the man addressed him, he would reply to him. "I guess so." he would shrug his shoulders with a flat smile as he answered his question.

When the man held out his cane and asked him to hold it, he was puzzled as to why, and he would respond "No thanks...?" until the man released it and then watched with bewilderment as the cane held itself in the air in the time that the suited man ordered a drink. He quickly reasoned that it must be the Force, although given how he is dressed he might be a local magician or something, but that's really doubtful. Who would be that thoughtless to use the Force in the seedy lower cities just to be showing off? Someone could be looking, seeing it, then wondering if the guy has a lightsaber for the bounty. And in fact they were, as the guy sitting next closest to the suited man caught notice for sure, and he was a puzzled-looking Duros. Eh, Dwight himself doesn't feel like caring, he would simply ask who the guy was. As the bartender asked if the thing knows any other tricks, the senator would slightly chuckle, and then inquire as to who the guy is. "So, who are you? A magician of sorts?" he sarcastically asked as he would take a drink of his own brandy right after. You'd have to live under a rock not to know what the Force is.

@BlackJack @Danee

 

[Versiert Larzeen]

As a young, rather annoyed looking bartender approached him with his request and inquired about tricks from the cane and if it knew anymore, he caught the person to his side chucklnig. Smirking he took the glass of supposed Corellian Brandy, kicked it back and put down the empty glass, tapping beside t and raising one finger to indicate he wanted a refill. "I'm afraid my Cane is but an ordinary cane, so no, it does not know any more tricks for it knows nothing." he said and turned to the person to his side. "Magician, Sorcerer, Wizard and Jedi, I've been called all of these but I am in fact none of them." He said and laughed, taking the glass of Ale and putting it against his lips and took a sip. He raised the cane and held it under his left arm and pinned it against himself with his elbow as he put down the glass and reached into his Suit, pulling out a small card that he slid over towards the man who asked who he was.

"Versiert Larzeen, Singer, Entertainer and all in all, a one man show." He said and tipped an imaginary hat before reaching for his glass of ale and taking another sip from it, putting it down and spinning it slowly on the counter. He turned his attention to Dwight at his side and moved the cane away from his arm and had it leaning against his leg instead. "So, now you know who I am, yet you have yet to reveal yourself. So, whom am I having this dialogue with? The Grand Master of the Jedi in disguise, trying to wind down from too much meditation? Or perhaps the Supreme Chancellor is looking to hide away from a potential assassin sent by an angry farmer from the fields of Onderon?" Versiert asked with a wide grin, followed by a laugh as he took his ale once again and raised it to his lips, taking a long swig from it before pointing to the Bartender. "Get me and my new friend here a bottle of gin and something to shot from." he said and glanced to his left and spotted the puzzled looking Duros, nodding at him before turning back to his newfound company.

@Faster Than Light @BlackJack

 

[Cod Tavz]

Floating canes gave Cod the creeps. What's next, flying old people? That wouldn't do. This guy with the fancy magic stick was pretty well dressed for these parts. More power to him for supporting his local "Not just the Men's, but the Women's and the Children's Wearhouse Too", but doing so so openly in this particular bar eh. Not to talk down on his place of employment, but if this place was any seedier it could feed a village come harvest time. Still most people with floating canes knew karate, so Cod figured this guy was covered.

Listening to the two men converse as he went up and down the bar the young man served what he assumed was a female of some horrifying species, then a Duros who was very angry at a match of Huttball, and finally a series of ladies of the night and their totally not pimp who called himself Pimplestiltskin. A truly awful name befitting the man who wore it, but he tipped well so it sort of evened out even though it didn't.

Returning to the princess and the pauper, but like the dude version of it, the unskilled bartender heard the odd request and swiftly returned with the bottle of gin. He was less swift with the second part of the request, but thinking on his feet he soon returned with a slingshot,

"You can definitely shot from that, just try not to take out any eyes," the would-be college dropout declared hands on his hips proudly before moving on to a Zeltoran who seemed to be using her pheromones to try and get a free drink. Little did she know that Cod only loved two things. Hologames, and his waifu which was also Hologames and also Nachos. Turning down her offer of a drink for a kiss he stomped over back to the dudes and shook his head,

"Man you just can't help some people in this world,"

 

[Dwight Antilles]

The young Antilles was still look at his new acquaintance as he spoke. He isn't a magician, but he is some sort of Force user, even if he isn't with the Jedi or Exiles. Perhaps self-taught? Who knows. Dwight looked intriuged with his facial expressions, but suddenly he dropped. Antilles would pick of the card that was slid on the counter, and then read it. The guy introduced himself as Versiert Lazreen. Weird sort of name but he isn't the one to judge. He is a really fancy entertainer. But he may as well be a magician if he shows off like that casually. The guy is really fancy, eloquent speaker and the likes. Well, the guy gave out his name, he should as well he guesses. "Nice to meet you, Mister Lazreen." he would nod his head to him while rasiing up his drink in his right hand for a gesture. "Dwight Antilles. Senator. Alderaan, the likes." he tone was flat, he just said it as a matter of fact-ly while nodding his head. Being a Senator isn't really something to brag about really, at least to Dwight. The guy sure is a talker. The guy was at least nice enough to order some gin for the both of them, Dwight's glass of Alderaanian brandy was running dry. So, the bartender delivered a bottle of gin, fine. But what was puzzling was the young bartender delivered a slingshot to the two. "Huh?" Antilles was puzzled and confused, he would ponder looking at the slingshot for a hot second before turning his attention to the bartender. He was perplexed more than anything. Well, it's not going on the Antilles' own tab at least.

@Danee @BlackJack

 

[Versiert Larzeen]

When the man to his side introduced himself as Dwight Antilles, senator of Alderaan, Versiert was rather surprised. To find a senator at a place like this, dressed almost like one of the locals sure was surprising. Leaning against the bar counter he looked at the man and raised a brow, taking in his image and attaching the name to it in his head. It might come in handy in the future.

The arrival of the gin bottle brought his attention back to the Bartender, nodding with a smirk he took it and uncorked it when a Slingshot was slid up next to it. He looked down at the Slingshot then up to the Bartender and smirked, pointing at him the cap to the bottle. "You're a funny man, Mister, but this, will being something to shoot with, isn't what I was asking for." He replied and slid the Slingshot over to him once he returned from having chatted to the Zeltoran woman. Looking over at her before turning back to the Bartender who seemed to be new at the Club but at the same time tired off of it already.

"Helping others, while a noble goal, Sir Bartender, is mostly futile, don't help them, instead, give them the means to help themselves." he said and laughed at what he had just said. "I sound like a kriffing Jedi, haha." He shook his head and tapped the counter with his fingers again. "Get us some shotglasses and take the slingshot with you." He said and rolled the cap between his fingers as he then turned to Dwight once again. "So, big shot Senator like you, down here, it's not a common sight, I'll tell you that. How come you're down here and not up among your fellow Colleagues and drinking with the nobility of the Core? Surely that's more interesting than a dump like this, eh?"

The Nightwave Club was far from a dump, it was actually one of the nicer places in the sub-levels of Coruscant, but compared to what was on the surface in the more exclusive districts? This was about as dump-like as it got. "Surely money isn't an issue, so, you hiding from something or are you just laying low to lay low?"

@Faster Than Light @BlackJack

 

[Cod Tavz]

Cod was out of his element as a bartender. He had to deal with people who were an ornery and not easily satisfied bunch. Here he was offering a pristine slingshot to these gentlemen and they rejected it like perfectly good seven week old ham. As someone who at that ham and enjoyed its purifying properties as it emptied his bowels over and over and over again, the usually homeless fellow felt appalled at these rambunctious ruffians. Then he realized they wanted some shot glasses at which point Cod slowly put down the gun he was fetching and retrieved those.

Placing the glasses down the man reflected on the wise cane-floater's words. Truly it did help to help a man help themselves because a man who helped himself could help another help themselves and to give a man a fire could feed him for a day but to set a man a fish could fire him for a fish time. These were words of wisdom that belonged in a sacred tome or a sorority girl's tshirt to be casually discarded when a guy with a camera says she can be on tv.

Hearing about hiding, Cod looked to the Antiles who was apparently also a Senator and wondered what he was hiding from. Now that the men were set up to shoot themselves Cod walked up and down the bar refilling everyones drinks and wiping down the bar and refilling everyones bar and wiping down the drinks and refilling everyone and drinking down the bar. It was boring work but somebody had to do it. On his journey down alcoholic lane a pretty looking girl handed Cod a slip of paper and told him to give it to the 'cute one over there' she was pointing imprecisely so Cod couldn't tell if it was for Versiert or Dwight. Not bothering to clarify he walked over and handed it to the Gamorean next to them. Reading the note the pig squealed and rushed the woman who promptly sprinted out of the cantina with the pork in tow. Nodding in self affirmed importance the bartender looked at the two important gents and said,

"So Senate huh, I'm running for Senate myself,"

reaching into his pocket he produced one 'Vote for Cod' holocard which showed his policies like 'Fair Wages and Fairer Carnival Games', he only had one but rather than the two sharing it he handed Dwight his buspass so he didn't feel left out,

"Running for it in good ol Coruscant. Any advice?"

 

[Dwight Antilles]

As everything went on around him, Dwight was looking around at what all was happening, there is quite a decent amount of action to follow. When the Junior Senator was asked by his new aquintance about a number of things after he revealed he's a Senatr, he would turn to him in his seat and reply. "More interesting than in here? Not at all" he would reply while smiling and letting out a chuckle. "Well, here I have you, your floating cane, and some other stuff. More lively to me here than with more garden-variety politicians and other nobles. Feels more natural here." he would still keep his smile as he would shrug. Dwight just thinks differently, he prefers the liveliness and the randomness that could happen in the lower cities. Plus he's been quite a bit of a delinquent himself, so it does feel right to him here than it would up there. Anything can happen too as well. To him it's more boring and rigid up there than it would be down here. The slingshot thing was a good example, although that was weird, still anything can happen.

Not long after he answered, the bartender inserted himself in the conversation, and he declared he was running for senate, aiming to become Junior Senator of Courscant. "Oh, you're running for Senate?" he said, with his curiosity piqued a little bit. The guy appeared to have one holocard that has 'Vote For Cod' on it, and Dwight got a buspass. He was trying not to laugh. Amusing this Cod appears to be. Well, from one Senator to aspiring one, he would offer some advice. Alderaan appointed it's Senators, and if he recalls Courscant has elections for theirs. "Hmmm. Well, I was appointed to my post, not elected. But if you running for election, it will still help to make sure you get know the right people and get a decent amount of contacts." his smile would drop as he is talking. How Dwight got his position was through his connections even though he has little applied experience in politics. "And of course, make your speeches sound good, tell people what they want to hear, and lastly: Project confidence!" he would say to the bartender as his youthful smile returned. It would be hilarious if this guy actually became a Senator.