Two Guys and a Twi'lek Parlor (open)

[Wil Mienstrire]

Wil Mienstrire, self proclaimed master of the doomside. Darkside... whatever... Wil was uber sweet now that he was part of the most bodacious crew of super villain nasties ever. At least this is as much as he had picked up from the last few moments of the conversation with Kyashi.

But Michael had been instructed to "keep an eye" on Wil for the time being. So Wil figured he'd have a blast of a time on the hazy streets of Coruscant. Wil'd never been here before but he'd heard there was some crazy stuff to do there. Stimsticks were all over the place. Like, Wil saw perfectly good ones just laying on the ground. He could light one up and it'd be just like new. But the stuff smelled horrible and some ladies just didn't dig that rot, ya know?

So they were tromping down a street, neon signs ablazing along the way. Wil had his hands in the back pockets of his coat, whistling the tune to a song he'd seen in a totally kick butt holovid on the way to Coruscant.

"You know any sweet dives around here, Mike-man?"

[Gran Davrak]

"Well... I hear there is a nice holovid museum a short walk from here... but the real action is in the lower levels - swoop racing, gang wars, that sort of thing."

Gran Davrak casually emerged from within a nearby shadow, his dark robes concealing his disfigured face. He, too, was a self-proclaimed Sith Lord, though he had no master and no formal training. To his knowlege, there were no other Sith Lords alive in the galaxy, nor were there any Jedi, now that Skywalker had met his fate. Only himself and a few others with a natural afinity to the Force - a trait which this man seemed to posess.

"I'm sorry to intrude on your conversation, but there is something about you that intrigues me... something in your presence. You'll excuse me, but I think I might be able to help you find some... sweet dives, as you call them."

[Michael Cline]

He regarded the dark robed man cooly. Almost wanting to snicker - who did this fool think he was exactly? Ah well, who cares. He turned back to look at Wil.

"Actually, I know a REALLY sweet place a few levels down. Ky took me there right after I met him. Trust me, you'll love it."

[Wil Mienstrire]

Wil turned in shock and surprise to the shady guy out of the shadows. Holy frelling nerf balls! Wil stumbled back a bit into Michael to avoid the heinously robed fellow and made a cross with his fingers.

"Like, we don't have anything, man..."

Nobody just walks up and says, 'let's go to a museum' and then says that you intrigue them. Wil wanted nothing to do with strangers with candy at the moment. Fortunately, the Mike-man seemed to be taking it in stride and definitely ignored the bogus beggar before Wil could lay the freak out in the middle of the street.

"Uhhh... yeah, lead the way, Mike McMikerson. And uhh... doubletime it, ya know?"

[Gran Davrak]

The two seemed taken a bit aback by his sudden appearance.

"I apologize - I hope you can forgive my interruption. I realize that perhaps my appearance can be misgiving, but, I assure you, the face underneath this garb would be far worse." He thought for a moment. "My name is Gran Davrak, and I assure you I mean you no harm. However, I am in a bit of a mood for entertainment - if you will allow me to accompany you to wherever you are going, perhaps I can make up for my rudeness by buying you each a drink..."

He desperately hoped they said yes - he had never before met someone with this sense about them, much less two in the same place! Could it be there were other Force users in the galaxy? It was just a hunch, but it was worth checking out. If they genuinely didn't want him along, though, which seemed quite likely - he was, after all, a complete stranger, and in black robes and combat armor, no less - then perhaps he would have to learn another time.

[Michael Cline]

"I dunno, man." He yawned, not bothering to even look at the black robed 'gentleman' in front of him. "Why should we let you come with us? Seriously, do you have a good enough reason to join in on our evenings festivities?"

He smiled a bit glancing over to look at the man's outfit "And you know, you should probably consider being less... Oh, I dunno - conspicuos. You stand out, A LOT."

[Gran Davrak]

"Interesting point. Why should you allow a complete stranger along?" He shrugged. "As I said before, I need some entertainment - lower-city Swoop Races seem to have lost their appeal of late. In exchange for taking me to wherever it is you're going, I'm offering to buy as many drinks as both of you want for the night. Of course, the decision is yours."

Naturally, Gran wasn't quite ready to reveal his true reason for the request. There was something about these two he must find out... Some presence, totally new to him... He needed to know what it was!

"As for my appearance..."

He shifted his position slightly as the memories of his past began to flood into his head. The Rebel raid on his homeworld, and the ensuing battle that had given him his disfigurement... No, he could not allow himself to succumb to emotions! After all, he was a Sith Lord! Sith Lords didn't cry! At least, he didn't think they did...

"I assure you, what is beneath these robes would be far more conspicuous. These robes may be commonplace attire, but the body beneath them..." He paused for a few seconds, allowing himself, only for a moment, to dwell on his disfigured body - the face that had seen him shunned from society on Taloraan, had forced him to parade around in dark robes and armor, listening to the constant jeering of children, had condemned him to constantly hide in the shadows in a desperate attempt to escape the wandering eyes of passersby...

"We should stop talking about this, and get back to the matter at hand. Will you allow my company, if only for the evening?"

Some day, he would have the power he needed to take care of those who taunted him. Some day, Lord Malivous would be a name to respect and fear throughout the galaxy. Some day...

[Michael Cline]

He yawned again, this was getting boring. The longer he stood here yakking with this guy, the longer it'd take to get to the fun, he'd let the freak accompany them - if only so he wouldn't have to stand here anymore.

"Hey, it's a sort-of-almost free planet," He joked, "If you want to tag along, I can't stop you - but for your sake I hope you can keep up with us."

[Arya Ravenwing]

Arya scratched her head just behind her right ear, and cleared her throat. Loudly.

The three men became aware of her presence, and she flipped them a rude gesture with her hand. "You're taking up the whole walkway, so move it already! I don't care where you go, as long as it's out of my way. Unlike you, I actually am trying to go somewhere."

The smuggler made shoo-ing motions with her hands trying to help them along.

[Wil Mienstrire]

Wil listened to the sop story of the freak with mild interest and his jaw slowly dropped as Mikey started to give the guy a mile as far as 'tagging along.' Obviously Wil was going to have to step in and mediate the correct terms to Mr. Gloom.

"No Sir! I'm not allowing your heinous company amongst men! You have to be the most... most... I mean, dude! You're name has to be Nasty McNasterson, doesn't it? Just crawl back to the shadows from which you cameth! And you keep your dirty mouth shut too! We haven't had anything to do with you... You son of a-"

The lady behind them suddenly spoke up and Wil turned on his heel about to tell the hag to shove her dismissal up her... Oh Dee...

"Why helloooooooooooo there, madame..."

She had something about moving along or another but he hadn't really caught it all, his eyes taking up the majority of his mental faculties as he took her image in. He moved out of the way only to move closer to her.

"Just exactly where are you trying to go, m'Lady? If need be, I can remove this most disgusting fellow from your path..."

[Michael Cline]

He grinned, Wil had finally spoken up - about time. He was starting to think they'd actually have to let this... thing come with them. He shrugged a bit putting on a apologetic face. "Sorry, buddy - but if my friend says no - well, you're gonna have to go then."

"Unlike you, I actually am trying to go somewhere.

He caught the tail end of the woman's sentence, and turned - Wil was already moving in - wonderful. He half grabbed Wil's collar. "Hey man, c'mon - it's getting crowded, let's get out of here."

[Gran Davrak]

Gran shrugged. "Suit yourselves. Saves me some credits." With that, he backed away, fading into the shadows from whence he had come, once again safe from the wandering eyes of society.

[Arya Ravenwing]

Arya gave the light haired young man a wolfish smile as the third man melted away into the shadows. "Why actually, I was just about to go get my hair done, if you'd like to come along."

"Really?" He grinned.

"No." She pushed past them, bumping into the redhead who was trying to pull his friend back. "Couldn't help but overhear, and if you really want a good time there's a Twi'lek tavern down a few levels. Holoscreens all over the walls, good drinks and great sports action." Arya had turned around and was walking backwards towards a large turbolift junction where people were coming and going.

[Wil Mienstrire]

Ignoring the creep as it left, Wil watched certain aspects of la femme's body as she walked away and waited for her to get out of hearing distance before he slipped out of Mikey Mike's grasp.

"Whoa dude, she like totally wanted me. And I'd have pounded that chick the right the way too."

He made thrusting motions with his hips as they walked.

"Man, I love it when they play hard to get!"

Pursuing her wasn't on his mind though really. Twi'leks were. He made pace with Mike, facing towards him as they walked and pointed to the nearest elevator.

"Yo, let's hit up that tavern she mentioned. Sounds like a smash."

Why work to get some attention when you could pay for it, ya know?

[Andromeda]

"Andy! Get your frelling -"

"Yeah, yeah." She pushed past Gri'lok, one of the handlers at the Ladies Night, a Twi'leki club smack between the seedy and the not-so-seedy levels of Coruscant. "Get my frelling sweet tush out there, right boss?" Andromeda planted a red kiss on the Twi'lek male's pale white cheek to his consternation, walking by at eye level to the six foot tall alien on her four inch platform heels.

Toola, a blue Twi'lek dancing girl who was a little wide-eyed at the concept of getting paid to do what her former masters would have forced her to, pushed past the taller, green skinned female, her clothes and a fistful of credits clutched to her chest. Andy stretched lazily behind the curtain, grinning to herself as the backlight came on and splashed her shadow up for all to see.

It was a great night, the place was nearly full already. Usually she danced three times a night, but with the crowd she could probably cut it to two and still rake in three hundred credits, easy. The stripper slipped out onto the stage, pouting prettily for the crowd but not really looking at anyone in paticular. At the beginning she always scanned the place looking for regulars and big tippers. There were a few businessmen sitting to her left, and they looked like they had big... expense accounts.

She minced over towards them, her plaid and pleated skirt barely covering her 'sweet tush.' The school girl uniform got them everytime.

After her routine was nearing the end she saw a hungry-eyed woman enter, her black hair short and tucked behind her ears. She went to the bar and ordered a double, heading towards a booth, or perhaps the gaming tables. It was noteworthy because the only women who usually came to the Ladies Night were the ones who worked there. Andromeda playfully slapped away a hand that got too close with no credits in it, and forgot about the woman.

[Michael Cline]

Michael couldn't help but laugh. "Oddly enough, I was gonna take you to a Twi'lek Parlor anyway." He shrugged, "We'll check this one out first, and maybe hit the other one in a bit."

[Wil Mienstrire]

"Rolltide, let's do it!"

They slipped into a turbolift and Wil checked the small directory before mashing in a button. The lift shuddered and in moments was there. As they stepped off and others stepped in, Wil jammed a mess of buttons down, snickering as the oncoming passengers groaned in several different languages. He glanced around at the strip of businesses they had come to and then turned back to look at Mike.

"Right, so which one?!"

His excitement level was just below explosive.

[Michael Cline]

"Jeeze man, calm down." Mikey stretched leisurely, "We've got plenty of time."

He looked over the strip of clubs and buildings, thinking for a few moments.

"That one." He pointed at the Ladies Night, "We'll start with that one."

[Wil Mienstrire]

Calm down?! Was he freakin' kidding Wil? There was no way Wil was about to calm down in any sense when commercial intimacy was only meters away. His eyes followed Mikity Mike's finger to their first location and started off immediatly, not feeling obligated in the least to wait for him.

Wil walked through the door and through the scanner, scrunching his nose as it flashed, allowing him in. He hated the ugly aliens, they were... so bloody nasty. That was of course, the ugly ones.

But Wil was caught dead by the sight before him. Dear mother of all that was pure, that Twi'lek was such a hottie! Wil licked his lips and hit his hand against his thigh as he made a howling noise in chorus with several other males in the area.

[Michael Cline]

Mikey was only steps behind. He entered slowly, the scanner flashing. He hated those blasted things. Wil was already enjoying himself, hooting like a madman at the gorgeous Twi'lek dancing around.

Smiling he relaxed, "Finally," he thought to himself, "some fun."

He made his way over to Wil and grinned. "Enjoying the show?"

[Wil Mienstrire]

"Frell yeah, Bro."

Wil found a booth and took a seat, sliding in easily with a wide grin. He lounged out, spreading his arms across the cushion and taking up half of the booth by himself. The place was great, totally dig worthy. And the babes all over the place were like... totally fornicatable angels. Wil bit his lip as the lady on stage took an enticing dip around the pole she was making more or less love to.

He noticed Mikey Mike catch up again and he couldn't help but bother to get to know this guy, obviously a friend of Sudo-whatever he called himself. I mean, from what He'd said, they'd be traveling together or something like that.

"So uhhhh... Mike... What's up? Like, how'd you come about? Wow, wanna drink?"

[Michael Cline]

How'd you come about? Now there was a well worded comment, part of him wanted to get snippy and explain the birds and the bees to Wil. 'Well when a mommy and a daddy love each other very much...' he chuckled to himself as he thought about it, but he knew what Wil meant.

"It's a long story. I'll summarize, I ... found myself all alone and Ky stopped me from ruining my life."

He thought about it once, then nodded, yeah, that was about right. He cracked his neck a bit stretching.

"And I'll just have a water, I don't drink."

[Wil Mienstrire]

"Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight..."

Wil ordered a water and then something else he'd never heard of before but it sounded good so it worked.

"Cool, lemme summarize mine. Leiko shows up and ruins my life, kinda."

Leiko had tricked him, very, very badly. To the point that it was almost depressing... But they were past that now. Moving on. Right. Wil's eyes trailed over the dancers a little while longer, he even noticed the lady from before sitting at the bar on the other side but the dancers caught his attention once more and he could merely watch, mouth open.

[Michael Cline]

"Kinda. RIIIIIIGHHHHHHT." He laughed, mimmicking Wil. Kinda, his <smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>. Wil's life was heading in the right direction now, he probably just didn't realize it yet.

"We're sitting in a room full of naked women. I'd say your life is anything but ruined. Speaking of which..." He eyed the dancer on stage, gorgeous piece of... yeah. He smiled watching her move.

"Damn."

[Wil Mienstrire]

The drinks were brought and Wil blew a kiss to the waitress before she left with a smile that meant she could only have been thinking of Wil at least five seconds longer than any other person after she left. Unfortunately, Wil's drink looked like something had puked its brain in it. He distastefully pushed it away, deciding he'd reorder when the waitress got back.

"Frellin' A' right to that, dude."

Wil moved about in his seat for a moment before making another howl to the dancers.

"I wonder if we can, like, borrow one?"

[Michael Cline]

He scratched his chin thoughtfully, he knew at the other parlor that thing was not only allowed, frell it was encouraged. He wasn't sure about this parlor though, it seemed far more upscale.

"Might be able to, gotta be careful about how we go about asking though."

[Wil Mienstrire]

The waitress came back around and Wil tried to prepare his question carefully like Mike had said.

"Yeah, I need a cooler looking drink, and is that slice of dreaminess on stage for rent or something to that affect, babe?"

Wil's fingers were tapping the table in random succession as his anxiety almost overtook him as the waitress glanced from his ugly drink and then to the stage, her eyes widening as she realized what exactly he was asking and then coming back to him.

"Yo, did I say something wrong, lady?"

[Michael Cline]

It was like watching a transport wreck. Mikey's eyes widened a bit in disbelief.

They were going to get thrown out, he just knew it.

[Wil Mienstrire]

"Just how much are willing to front, lil' boy?"

Wil's jaw dropped, d-d-d-dang he was good. He gave a smug smile to Mike as if Mike were to be proud of Wil's smooth abilities to convince people. But as far as money went...

"Uhhhhh... Mike, price range?"

[Michael Cline]

He just shrugged, heck if he knew. Ky had paid for everything the last time.

"I don't man, just offer whatever you feel comfortable, I'm sure she'll tell you if it's not enough."

[Wil Mienstrire]

"Duhhhhhh..."

Wil grabbed a napkin and pulled out a laser pen, writing into the material by burning into it. He wrote a figure down and spun it around so the waitress could read it. Her eyes widened even more and she seemed speechless.

"Well, darlin', th-th-that will do just fine, I think. Let me confirm the possibility of your transaction and I'll get the manager. Until then, enjoy yourselves, I'll have your drink here in a bit, hun."

And with that, her tart little body traipsed off and left Wil and Mikity Mike to the show before them. Wil could only sigh as the lady occasionaly glanced their way.

[Michael Cline]

Surprising, to say the least. He erally hadn't expected that. This place seemed like it would have been too upscale for that, but oh well. Wil was going to have his fun, frell he might even be able to get a little action before the night was up.

He sipped his water and watched the show.

[Wil Mienstrire]

Wil leaned back and put his hands behind his head, fingers locked.

"I might've put up a bit too much money, but I don't think creds are too much of an issue at this point... Where's your mom, Mikey?"

Yeah it was an odd question, especially given the place, but Wil's massive amount of money did have an actual relation to his question, kinda.

[Michael Cline]

"..." He fell silent rather quickly, his attention leaving the dancer and reaching his own hands, that he was staring at. He hadn't even thought about her in... why hadn't he? He was supposed to be getting his revenge... instead he was... No. NO. He trusted Kyashi, if he said he'd help him get revenge, then he would.

"She... uh... vanished." His words were a bit broken, as he tried to get them out.

[Wil Mienstrire]

"Whooaaa... vanished? My pop pulled that number, man. It's harsh dren, ya know?"

Another waitress brought by a tall glass of something glowing and Wil tipped that glass like he was starving. He didn't like talking about his dad as much as Mikey didn't seem to wanna talk about his mummy.

"Like, I never got to know my dad though, my mom just kinda said he was gone and that's all she friggin' wrote, ya know."

Wil downed more of the drink, letting the burning sensation take his mind away.

[Michael Cline]

He sighed a bit, shaking his head.

"That's... that's not what I meant." He looked back on stage, the dancer was just finishing up. Damn.

"Let's just forget about it for now." He put on the biggest smile he could muster and looked at Wil. "I mean, hot girls! C'mon!"

[Wil Mienstrire]

Mr. Mikey tried to hard. That smile was like forcing durasteel through a funnel. Wil tipped the neon drink back though and set it down with a loud clink.

"Right ON!"

He yelled it out just in time for the waitress to come back and jump in startlement. Wil giggled with mischief as the waitress motioned for them to follow her.

"Shall we?"

[Andromeda]

Andromeda (not her original name, of course), was slightly put out when Gri'lok ordered her to one of the private rooms. She was hoping for another dance on the main stage, but after he told her how much she was getting for doing it, plus whatever tips she could get out of it, she relented.

She looked through the thick black curtain to the two men being ushered into the circular booth that surrounded a small stage and pole. They were both pretty good looking, which made her job a little easier. As they were sitting down, the light haired one looking around expectantly and elbowing his crimson haired companion, she slid through the curtains.

"Hello boys." Andy winked at them, and sidled over to the pole. "I heard you wanted ...me?"

[Michael Cline]

"Well," Mikey began, "Wil here certainly does. We've both been enjoying your show though, VERY nice."

Mikey smiled, the problems he had been encountering slowly slipping back into the faded background, issues for another time.

[Wil Mienstrire]

"Like, baby, we don't just want you, we like, NEED you, ya know what I mean? We had to walk all the way here, and along the way, we were nearly kidnapped by this most heinous fellow, his face was quite the catastophe. And we are in most desperate need of something beyond our mind's comprehension of the word 'beautiful.' We have come to determine that during your most excellent display, that you can help us with such a goal."

Wil didn't normally talk much under such circumstances but he had offered quite the tab up, and he knew how these high class clubs worked. They really needed to see you had the money, writing it down just wasn't good enough anymore. He'd learned that much by the age of 15. While he'd given his small explanation, he had removed a credit chip, the amount of electrical currency blinking on the small display screen. It was enough to take a simple peasant's breath away. This chick was worth it. Wil casually held it between two fingers, extending his arm for her to examine.

[Andromeda]

Andy barely kept her eyes from popping wide at the amount. Either that was going to be her tip, or she was just being shown what he'd paid for the private session. Either way, it was most impressive.

She turned her surprise into a sultry wink, lekku wrapping themselves around her shoulders as she started doing her routine. Not as big or flashy as the one she'd preformed on the main stage, this one was better quited for small, and close audiences.

Twenty minutes later, glistening with sweat, she picked up the articles of clothing that had come off, and began pulling them back on.

[Michael Cline]

He leaned back to catch his breath, wowed by the show they had just enjoyed.

"In... incredible..." he half panted, a small flashing across his lips.

[Wil Mienstrire]

"In-friggin'-deedy, my man."

Wil slapped Mike McMikerson on the shoulder as he wiped a sliver of drool from the side of his own chin. He'd seen some good 'dances' before but this one took the cake. Wil made his mind up in about three and a half seconds, she had to come with them, no question to it. It was as if he could already see her coming along the ride to wherever Sudoku was sending them.

"Lady... Like, what do the angels on high call you?"

[Andromeda]

Andy winked, "They call me Andromeda." If she could only get his wallet away from him, she'd walk away with all of his credits, and not just the part he'd shown her. Or the percentage she'd end up with after the boss took his share.

She lounged on the edge of the stage, directly in front of them, lekku draped over her shoulders. "But you can call me whatever you like, handsome." She focused on his eyes, drawing him in. He was already infatuated with her. It was the power of her dance, and the reason she was one of the most requested strippers in the undercity. For some reason she was able to bend males to her will, usually, but only if she danced for them.

The twi'leki female gave Mike a wink as Wil's eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment as he stared at her.

[Michael Cline]

He smiled back at her, and as suddenly as a shift in the air something changed. A chill ran up his spine, and he blinked a few times, something was off.

He leaned over to Wil and whispered to the drooling, entranced man. "Maybe we should be careful, you know, just in case...?" He wasn't sure what it was, but he wasn't sure Andromeda's intentions were all that good. Not that their's had ever been.

[Wil Mienstrire]

Wil blinked a few times, coming back to RL for second as he tried to remember what Mike McMikerson had just said.

"Huh?...Wha? Yo dude! I'm fully capable of being gentle! I'm not like one of those raging demon blokes who go crazy on fine babes, ya know!"

Wil glared at Mickety Mike for another second, shocked and appalled that the guy would even insinuate Wil of such an act. It was like Darth Mike was trying to make Wil look bad or something... Like he just wanted the dancing chick all to himself. Pfft, yeah right. If Wil could remember correctly, he'd been the one paying for the exclusive. A bit miffed, Wil turned back to Andromeda, cutting out a great deal of the drama.

"Hey, Lady. Come with us."

Wil tossed his head to the side, motioning to the exit. He was going off his original concept but as he spoke the words, he could feel a weight in the air. Like they actually meant something.

"Live the comfortable life, ya know? These people pay you a most pathetic mound of peanuts for your superb... methods of expression. Me and my cohort here, and our uhhh... Boss, we can settle things out for you, ya know. Live a life a bit off the wall but nonetheless luxurious. 'Specially since I'm picking up the tab."

Wil gave a wry smile. The proposition was bogus but he meant it only because Wil could like, feel the path, like how things were supposed to go or something like that. It was in the back of his head, it was hard to explain, especailly to himself, but it was there and just saying what he had. It was like he'd kinda found a short cut, just a bit bumpier, nonetheless leading to the same point in the hard to understand path. Right. Wil was gonna make sure next time he knew what he was drinking before they gave it to him.

[Andromeda]

"What, leave all this?" Andy gestured at the cushioned and embroidered and glittery enclosure they occupied, and laughed. She stood up and grasped the pole, twirling around it a little before stopping and looking at Wil again. "Well, it sounds good... but where are you headed?"

A change would be perfect, and she could ditch Drool Boy and his stupid red-headed friend whenever she liked. She'd already made up her mind to go.

[Michael Cline]

Staring blankly at Wil he had a sudden urge to stab the man. "Wil that's not what I mea... oh forget it." He shook his head and sighed. He wondered about Wil sometimes, he really did.

And now he was inviting the stripper to come with them, GREAT. He had to wonder which head did Wil's thinking, honestly. Though... letting the air chill him a bit, and giving her a good once over, it did seem right for some reason. Hmmm...

"Actually, we're not sure just yet." He smiled at her, "We go where we need to." he leaned back a bit. "I can promise you one thing though, whereever we go, it'll be fun."

[Andromeda]

She winked at the one called Mike. "I love a good time."

[Wil Mienstrire]

Rockin'. She was like, in the bag already. Wil stood, straightening out his jackets and adjusting his pants as they weren't fitting just right at the moment. He produced the credit chip once more and tossed it at her side as he sat next to her on the stage.

"That dough's the pay for the session, you come along and you'll pretty much get like a spread out tip of like... infinite stuff, ya know?"

He pulled out his wallet and spread the insides of it, allowing her to see the multitude of blank credit chips and a small piece of paper that had his original account amount scribbled in Wil's childish handwriting. The number was a fortune that even the upper crust snobs would be balking at. He quickly let the wallet snap itself shut though and it disappeared into one of his many secure pockets within his righteously designed jacket.

"But that's all like hush hush, ya know, babe. People'd do more than kill a dude for half of that dren. It's a good thing we're Doomsiders..."

That last part trailed off a bit. Wil wasn't really sure if that was supposed to be a secret or not. He'd kinda forgotten in the excitement of actually convincing a ridiculously good looking stripper to join their joy ride with Sudoku. His odd colored eyes trailed to Mickey Mike in question.

"Uhhhhh...?"

[Andromeda]

"Doomsiders?" She swung her legs off the side of the platform, putting one foot on either side of Wil's knees as she sat in front of him. "Sounds like you've got it all figured out."

Andromeda twitched a lekku towards the curtain she'd emerged through. "I'll get my stuff, and then we can really party." Her wink seemed to promise Wil everything he'd imagined during the dance. Heck, he was good looking, maybe it did promise all that. She blew him a kiss as she got to her feet and minced back through the curtains.

She passed Gri'lok on the way to her locker in the dressing room. "I quit, by the way." He gaped at her, but had his hands full with a weeping Zabrak female who seemed to be having a rough first day.