"Clubs can be fantastic if they've got the right scene," he raised his voice a little as the music grew louder--something with a dirty-sounding synth line and lyrics he couldn't understand. No clue what it was, but he liked it. "A sith who can control themselves can have an excellent time in a place like this." Back at home, he'd gotten his start in the down-city clubs and illegal raves that set up in warehouses in the outskirts, rather than the expensive and no-aliens places his half-siblings and cousins went to. So to him, this one on Nar Shaddaa felt familiar.

"I had an ulterior motive, though," he leaned in closer so the amused note in his voice could be heard. "I want a drink."