The night was young and the Life Day celebrations were in full swing. The streets on Nar Shadda were filled with fireworks and music. Hundreds of different species of alien roamed the streets and enjoyed the carnival type atmosphere. Amid the chaotic party Buhrn Silverstrike strutted into a spice lounge with an entourage of fine twi’lek women under his muscular arms. As he entered he noticed Mattman Starbanger and his sidekick Katman waving credit chits at a beautiful light blue Chiss female dancing on the table. She bent down to let Katman unhook her bra with a quick twitch of his finger. He was obviously well practiced at this maneuver and the bra quickly slid off her chest as she stood up and continued her seductive dance. Buhrn joined his friends and fellow Zergadins on the semicircular bench seat that surrounded the table.

“Hey Buhrn! Check it out. Bluebies! Haha! Get it?” Mattman laughed hysterically at his own joke as he stuffed a credit chit into the Chiss’s thong underwear. Buhrn nodded as he rolled he eyes.

“Yeah Matt, I get it.” He responded as raising his hand to motion a server to their table.

“What will it be handsome?” The attractive Twi’lek waitress asked as she moved toward the table.

“Get us a round of spiced nerf milk to tickle the taste buds. Then I’d like to do a line of spice, strait to the dome. And none of those little lines, rails of spice are required to get us as inebriated as I intend.” Buhrn’s order drew Katman’s attention away from the Chiss dancer. Katman slid closer to Buhrn and whispered to him, “hey man if you are looking to really blast off tonight I’ve got an adrenal made from a pure Kilik extract.” He slipped Buhrn a syringe under the table. Siverstrike stabbed it into his leg as he threw back a shot of a new liquor that had been dubbed ‘Wookie Piss’ by its makers because of its advertised ability to ‘put hair on your chest’. He slammed the glass down and yelled “YEE-HAW.”

An assortment of colors flooded his vision as he stood up and exclaimed, “I love this song! DJ crank it up.” His loud voice drew the attention of everyone in the lounge as he stood up on the table, clumsily knocking the dancer off. He began to move his body in a way that was completely off rhythm compared to the syncopated beat of the song that was playing.

“By the stars Mattman, I thought you were gonna give the kid some dance lessons.” Chuckled Katman.

“I tried man, I really did. The boy just can’t feel the beat,” said Mattman, “lets just hope he doesn’t start…”

“I’m just a city boy” Buhrn belted out obviously off key.

“…singing.” Mattman finished his sentence as he and Katman slunk down low in there seat. Trying to avoid being pinned as associates of the Ass on the table ruining the popular song.

“Born and raised in Mos Isla” Buhrn continued his horrible singing as the patrons of the spice lounge covered their ears and grimaced in disgust. The Life Day celebration continued on many worlds, but in this corner of Nar Shadda the festivities were put on hold until Buhrn Silverstrike finished his vulgar display and passed out face down on the semicircular bench.