And – drop. The crowd roared as the beat dropped and base kicked in. None of their screams were heard however, as the music continued to blast across the entire club. Several people staggered around as they tried to steady themselves as the sound waves hit them, not helped by the drugs they had no doubt also taken. It was a ‘high class’ nightclub where entry was both expensive and exclusive. The reality of course was that the club was virtually indistinguishable between itself and any other filthy club with very dim lighting except for brightly colored strobes that hit the dance floor briefly blinding those that ventured into the sweaty mosh. "HEY.The next round is on me – buy everyone here by the bar a Galooba juice!" The group cheered as the bartender quickly began filling a number of empty glasses with a red liquid, similar in consistency and color to that of a human’s blood. Galooba juice, as it was known on the streets, was a mildly toxic alcoholic cocktail that had inconclusively killed a number of species in recent months, but still served with ice at an extortionate price tag. The effects were supposed to cause hallucinations, similar to that of dreams, and also provide extreme euphoria for a few hours. The effects of such a drink varied incredibly on the individual, species and most importantly how the bartender served it. The group toasted the free drinks before a new wave of arrivals began to fill the bar and take a glass or two each. The generous provider of these drinks was a short, rotund human that was dressed in a greasy blue suit and off white shirt. His head was almost spherical and along with his extra chins created a man almost unrecognizable as human. He was surrounded by a mob of different species, including two rodian that served as his security, and two female twi’lek that were his entertainment. Laughing, choking and spilling his drink, the fat man shouted once again. “Keep them coming, keep on serving! Help yourselves!”.