It felt strange and, at the same time, quite comfortable to be where Morgan was at this moment. On a space station inside the Grand Casino, the sounds of live music, laughter, cries of despair, and the many different kinds of gambling going on filling the air. Part of it made him feel habitually uncomfortable while the other parts felt right at home. He wasn't sure if he liked it yet or not, but he seemed to be having fun and it distracted him from everything else bouncing around his head.
Dressed in a fine suit that somehow managed to be far from the flashiest thing presented in the casino he still got some attention solely as a result of his subtly silver-toned skin and eyes like brightest amber. Luckily his face wasn't one people recognized but he'd already had an awkward refusal from a young lady in search of well-funded attention. A cigarra burned between Morgan's lips, ashed at regular intervals to his side. Morgan was armed only by only a retractable staff-baton handed over to casino security and his own varied skills.
Thus far at his present table he was in the lower half of success, although not exactly losing per say. The idea of playing a game based purely on chance was novel to the Firrerreo who mostly played with words to get what he wanted. Of course Sabacc wasn't without a pattern and Morgan was capable of learning how to count cards so he'd avoided that and gone for croupier instead. As he sipped a strong vaguely green drink he couldn't help but think his family wouldn't approve-
And he found himself taking an inordinate amount of interest in just how fast the gambling wheel was spinning, as if trying to find a pattern. There were too many variables but it kept him from thinking about other things for the moment at least. Technically he was here for work and was just waiting for a most curious contact to show up. A Hutt, of all things, had made contact to 'Stolas' through his network of Sith agents and criminal elements. Morgan probably had Kara Lok to thank for this as he tended to pay more generously than the norm. It encouraged good work and return business and, frankly, the Drasts had a bad habit of sitting on their money.
More things to stubbornly not think about. Things like the look on a man with silver eyes if they ever gazed on Prince Morgan Ali gambling in a casino. He gulped down half his drink and pushed some tokens forward for the next bet.
And actually won something this time with a call on black! This was fun. Where was this Hutt, anyway? Golden eyes looked around the vast chamber for what felt like the hundredth time this evening.
Morgan hoped it was the kind that bent under pressure. He had work to do and old goals that'd resurfaced lately and he was certainly self aware enough to realize his patience could be frayed thin under the right circumstances. Besides which, Hutts were even more reviled than the Sith these days by the common people of the galaxy. While the Senate was talking about wars and territory the plague the Clans unleashed was the main concern of most.
Since he was already in a gambling mood he decided if this Hutt showed up on some kind of hover-sled he'd buy them a strong drink.
@Nor'baal
OOC: Dice rolls for gambling are 34 and 77.