Post by Rugs on Nov 4, 2011 13:37:50 GMT -5
Balmorra was the Bohemian's latest stop, after leaving Cato Neimoidia. As always, once his work around the docks was done, Asyr found himself with a bit of free time, though not as much as he was accustomed to. Rather than staying in port for the rest of the evening and leaving the next morning, the Bohemian would set sail for the stars once more later in the night, once the rest of their business on the surface had been concluded.
With the sun beginning to set, Asyr figured he had four, maybe five hours before he had to get back to the ship. Lordura would leave him if he didn't show up, so getting back wasn't a concern.
Until then, he still had some tie to mill about the city they'd come to dock in. Try some new variety of booze. Maybe find some broad to bed. Who knew?
He stayed near the spaceport, to ensure he wouldn't lose time moving across the city. The district around it was nice enough, and packed with middling-height buildings that felt like they had been crammed together like fish in a tin. The narrow streets filled with people only made the claustrophobic feeling worse.
For a world that was supposedly so centered around commerce industry, Asyr didn't really see much that separated it out from the rest. A few banks, sure, but not much else. Then again, he supposed the area around the spaceport would be more suited for tourists than industry. Factories weren't the most attractive things. Most of the time.
If that was the case, the city planners had most definitely done a good job. Bars were everywhere, with bright, garish signs that competed for the eye's attention. Nightclubs, lounges, dives and restaurants proper were arrayed along the sidewalks in long strips. It almost made him wish he had more time.
Ultimately, he chose a bar on a whim. It sat at the corner of a street a ways away from the spaceport. It was dim, but not dark, inside, and the place had a worn, comfortable sort of atmosphere about it.
Asyr produced a cigarra from his pocket and light it as he stepped inside. Immediately, he picked out a few women who looked like they might be worth going after. He made a few mental notes as he strolled casually up to the bar and took a seat.
Once he was sitting, the little robotic being on his shoulder moved and scurried down his arm onto the countertop. This was Flitch, the droid companion he'd been given by Project Familiar. His make was draconic, with the notable exception of his holographic wings, which looked like an eagle's.
Flitch settled down on his haunches, folding his snowy white wings over his back, and looked around the place. "This looks like a suitable venue," he said after a few moments of observation.
Smoke drifted from Asyr's mouth as he chuckled. "Glad to have your approval, gramps."
The barteneder, busy with another patron further down, indicated that he saw Asyr and would be with him shortly. Asyr nodded in response and settled more comfortably into his seat. "Guess you're right, though," he muttered while he perused the drinks that were arrayed out behind the bar. "Comfy, not too high scale. Good drink selection." A little smirk appeared on his face. "Some good lookin' women. I think tonight might be a good night."
He looked down to Flitch and made a lazy saluting motion with an imaginary glass. "Here's to luck, eh?"
With the sun beginning to set, Asyr figured he had four, maybe five hours before he had to get back to the ship. Lordura would leave him if he didn't show up, so getting back wasn't a concern.
Until then, he still had some tie to mill about the city they'd come to dock in. Try some new variety of booze. Maybe find some broad to bed. Who knew?
He stayed near the spaceport, to ensure he wouldn't lose time moving across the city. The district around it was nice enough, and packed with middling-height buildings that felt like they had been crammed together like fish in a tin. The narrow streets filled with people only made the claustrophobic feeling worse.
For a world that was supposedly so centered around commerce industry, Asyr didn't really see much that separated it out from the rest. A few banks, sure, but not much else. Then again, he supposed the area around the spaceport would be more suited for tourists than industry. Factories weren't the most attractive things. Most of the time.
If that was the case, the city planners had most definitely done a good job. Bars were everywhere, with bright, garish signs that competed for the eye's attention. Nightclubs, lounges, dives and restaurants proper were arrayed along the sidewalks in long strips. It almost made him wish he had more time.
Ultimately, he chose a bar on a whim. It sat at the corner of a street a ways away from the spaceport. It was dim, but not dark, inside, and the place had a worn, comfortable sort of atmosphere about it.
Asyr produced a cigarra from his pocket and light it as he stepped inside. Immediately, he picked out a few women who looked like they might be worth going after. He made a few mental notes as he strolled casually up to the bar and took a seat.
Once he was sitting, the little robotic being on his shoulder moved and scurried down his arm onto the countertop. This was Flitch, the droid companion he'd been given by Project Familiar. His make was draconic, with the notable exception of his holographic wings, which looked like an eagle's.
Flitch settled down on his haunches, folding his snowy white wings over his back, and looked around the place. "This looks like a suitable venue," he said after a few moments of observation.
Smoke drifted from Asyr's mouth as he chuckled. "Glad to have your approval, gramps."
The barteneder, busy with another patron further down, indicated that he saw Asyr and would be with him shortly. Asyr nodded in response and settled more comfortably into his seat. "Guess you're right, though," he muttered while he perused the drinks that were arrayed out behind the bar. "Comfy, not too high scale. Good drink selection." A little smirk appeared on his face. "Some good lookin' women. I think tonight might be a good night."
He looked down to Flitch and made a lazy saluting motion with an imaginary glass. "Here's to luck, eh?"