The Lakeside Charity Ball

[Captain Coruscant]

From Coruscants (http://www.sw-fans.net/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=28522&highlight=slight+of+mind) Yogs Bar and Grill to the Lakeside club wasn’t that long a walk. Rick Wright had made it in less than thirty minutes, moving at a brisk pace. He got the feeling, whilst walking, that someone was tailing him, but he knew he could handle himself if anything happened – after all, he was Captain Coruscant.

Approaching the club, Rick could hear the sounds from inside easily. The music was playing; people were enjoying themselves and celebrating the refurnishing of the old club by partying for charity. It was a good cause, but as always was the deal with these things, Rick had been tipped off to ulterior motives behind the party host.

For the moment he was out of costume and was let into the throng of the party by the bouncers after flashing a press pass – a handy tool whipped up by his tech-loving counter part, the Chiru. Once inside he moved to a seat which gave a good vantage point for watching the goings on, sat down, and waited.

11:43pm

[Dasquian Belargic]

The suspicious man that the trio of Jedi had followed had finally found his destination, it seemed. As Dasquian motioned for Shandri La and Shanaria Fabool, two of his Padawans, to stop behind him, they watched as the bouncer waved the stocky man inside. The Jedi Knight narrowed his eyes. The mans thoughts had betrayed something sinister about a bomb going off at midnight, and already it was a quarter to twelve.

“We must be very careful,” he muttered as the three approached the entrance to the club from across the road.

“No Jedi,” the bouncer grunted.

Dasquian frowned and rose one hand, waving it in front of the mans eyes. There was a flicker of recognition before the brute stepped aside.

“Right this way, sir.”

“Thank you.”

With a small smile at his apprentices, the Knight led the way inside, into the pulse of the music and smell of alcohol. It was an upper class party, which looked quite amicable at the minute. It would all turn sour if this man had anything to do with it, however. The Jedi would have to make sure this didn’t happen.

[Shandri La]

Having walked in silence with Dasquian and Shanaria, she stops behind him when he motions for them to stop. Then after a moment, they head into the party. Dressed as she was before in her simple white dress with white shoes, a gold belt, and her brown hair tied back in a partial braid which is ended with a gold band, she keeps close to Dasquian and remains silent.

[Shanaria Fabool]

Still Dressed in her tight blue bodysuit... She follows the instructions given to her...

She smiles as she looks around at the party around her...

"This place looks like fun.."

[Captain Coruscant]

As Rick sat, he shifted uneasily. Everyone else in the room except from him seemed to be relaxed and enjoyed themselves. Everyone, that is, aside from a trio who had just walked in. The group didn’t fit in, as far as the dress code went, and Rick didn’t recognize them. Something about their carriage suggested they weren’t at home in this situation, so he mentally noted that it would be a good idea to keep a watch on them.

On the main floor, preparations were being made for the host’s big speech. Everyone was eagerly anticipating the generous benefactor’s arrival.

[Shandri La]

After taking a look around the Lakeside Club to see what kind of affair this was, she gets a smile on her face. She has been in settings like this numerous times before, what with growing up in a palace and all. She shifts her position very slightly to one which she has used many times before, a position which makes her look like she's right at home here. Aside from her dress, she fits in as if she does belong.

She nods now and again when a person looks at the group of them, the expression on her face pleasant and relaxed.

[Shanaria Fabool]

Shanaria looks around the club....

"So Dasq... Are we just going to look around, or am I aloud to go get a drink?"