Less Hookers and Blow Than Expected
"I have no idea how you talked me into this." complained Larana as she entered The Orb of Phantasticora alongside her cousin. "I have no idea
why you talked me into this."
Galvin was wearing one of his 'good' outfits, which meant he was even more of an eyesore for those who could see the visible spectrum. "I just have that kind of charisma cuz. And as for why, I needed a wingman."
"First of all, I'm not a man. Second of all, I have no intention of helping you cheat on your girlfriend." lectured Larana.
"Well most of the guys I know from work either want me dead or would probably get violent by the end of the night. Ciaran is always busy, so that leaves you as my backup. As for Cheriss, as I have said before, nobody can tie down Galvin Thorn." he said, pointing to himself proudly. "Now then, Ciaran made mention of a recently opened nightclub in addition to the casino. And if there's one thing my life as a scoundrel has taught me, it's that Nar Shaddaa plus nightclub equals lots of hookers and blow."
Larana sighed and hurried after her cousin. The Zeltron mercenary had already moved from the casino section to the nightclub area. Despite her own past experiences with nightclubs and Galvin's enthusiastic descriptions on the trip to Nar Shaddaa, the Orb of Phantasticora was actually pretty fancy looking. Which made sense considering who had built the place now that she thought about it.
Galvin however, was too distracted by the patrons to really notice that the establishment was far more upscale than he thought. The Zeltron mercenary had already approached a group of women laughing over something or other and struck up a conversation, albeit in his own unique way.
"Say, are the person who hired me as a bodyguard?" Galvin asked the Iridonian woman dining with her friends.
The group fell silent and turned to look at Galvin. "No, I don't think I hired any bodyguards. Now if you'll excuse us."
"Strange, I was hired as a bodyguard by someone, and was told that my charge would be the most beautiful person in the Ord of Phantasticora. Who else could it be but you?" asked Galvin, raising an eyebrow seductively.
To Larana's shock, the line actually worked, and the Galvin was greeted by flattered giggles and an invitation to join them. It wasn't long before he had the entire group enraptured by tales of his exploits across the galaxy, most either highly sensationalized or outright fake. And they were somehow working. Out of duty to Cheriss, and most of all to get back at her cousin for dragging her out to Nar Shaddaa just to ditch her for the first thing with long legs and big breasts.
"I had the scoundrel at the end of his rope, both metaphorically and literally. Then he told me something. Something that changed me forever. Silas Cata told me that he was my grandfather, and I could tell it was true. While I was stunned by the revelation, he managed to slip away by jumping off the tower into his waiting ship." said Galvin remorsefully as he bowed his head in silence. The three women at the table began to express sympathy for his familial conflict of interests.
"Hey cuz." said Larana as she walked up behind him, using his own little nickname for her. "Gramps told me to keep you faithful to your girlfriend, so let's get a move on with story time here." Galvin's red skin paled to an adorable shade of pink as Larana aborted any chance he might have had with the Iridonian and her friends.
"Dammit, even when they're not the ones I'm seducing, my cousins forbid me a lovelife." Grumbled Galvin under his breath. "Ladies, we shall have to continue this another time." He said that, but the look on their faces told a different story should he attempt to seduce any of them again.
"So what now?" asked Larana as they walked away. "Do I watch you get drunk and gamble away your most recent paycheck?"
"You know what? No. If I can't frequent my cousin's establishments without having any chance at romance shot down, I'll just go make my own nightclub. With hookers! And blow!" said Galvin, turning for the exit. "In fact, forget the nightclub!"
AN: Mostly just Galvin fluff. Ciaran described the nightclub to him before we decided to go in a different direction.
