| Davon_Vanden | Date: Wednesday, 05 June 13, 8:06 PM | Message # 11 |
 Private
Group: Users
Messages: 10
Status: Offline
| "F'cobblestone's too.. quaint.. for you-" Davon chewed on his next words carefully, another drag of his cigarette cut through the silence. "I shudder t'think what might happen if we ever hit some of th'nicer parts of the Core. Heard Commenor's got roads made out of gold, but could just be shop talk." That cigarette was dead upon arrival, he finished it in a long, harsh drag and flicked the butt near a sewer grate. The wind assailed him, and Davon tightened up inside his blazer, hands stuffed in pockets. "Let's get someplace with central heating, or booze. Or both. Yeah, both, I like both."
No other words needed, he turned on a heel and made for the nearest bar-like hideaway. The spaceport of Theed was an opulent location, one of the busiest centers of industry in the entire city, and there were no allowances made for those of a less-than-savory reputation. The cantina in question was named the Dawnstar; known for its Kerenian Sunrises and its reputation as a high-class gentleman's club. Certainly not a place any rough-and-tumbles could get away with visiting; but he was a chameleon when needed and the boy certainly looked the part of the well-off gentleman, jacket aside.
Droning, core-shuddering music greeted them upon entry, rows of tables all positioned to give an optimum view of the stage, upon which a lovely Lethan Twi'Lek gyrated just so she could have something to eat. It was the same sight on every planet, backwater or no. Those in position to take advantage of those in a position to be taken advantage of. The girl on stage was no different, and despite how much Davon might like to think he was the better man, his gaze was inevitably drawn to the girl's poignant lack of clothing and her incredible skill with a pole.
".. Bar or booth?" He inquired over the din, voice scratchy from lack of proper use.
Davon Lawrence Vanden
"For what avail the plough or sail, or land or life, if freedom fail?" ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
|
| |
|
|
