Poku Claws Hotel
Murr entered her room and tossed her travel kit on the bunk, pocketing the keycard in her pocket as she moved deeper into the room. Removing her over garment shirt with all the patches, ribbons, rank and other military marking. She tossed that next to the travel kit. Gave spin to give the room the once over', left the room to begin her time of debauchery and everything that went against her mothers desires and teaching. For now as Rawl would say, 'Time to play hard with no regrets!'
What better pace than the Poku's Claw Lounge to get started. But then as she entered, it was wrong. The atmosphere was wrong and no military, spacers, and partiers were not present. Even the music as too mellow. She spun and headed on out onto the strip, just as sun was setting upon the horizon to turn it aflame.
Did she take notice of what nature was displaying for her? No, Murr was looking at the garish neon lighting flickering on with a buzz and snap of igniting floran gasses confined in the fluoresce tubing of multi colors across the visible spectrum. Soooo many places to start as she moved with the crowd on the walkways. Drifting along with the momentum of the flow which was quite casual, giving time for every one to read the various advertisements of what the establishment had to offer. The noise from conversation around her was like white noise with an occasional spike in sound from a yell or a honk from a landing flitter or ground vehicle.
Without realizing she had travelled a mile and turned so many times from the street her hotel sat on, she was lost. But it didn't matter, there were occasional glimpses of Ismaopate crew and military abounded for the night on the town. Plus the occasional Shore Patrol and back-up vehicles to keep the unruly in line. At least she blended in by removing her top, yet still wore the military issue clothing.
Throwing caution to the wind entered the first establishment that caught her eyes and interest. Murr entered and went down a flight of steps into a rather huge dance club with it's deafening music pounding against her in waves to the beat. It stunned her momentarily as she got her bearings. Those that were behind her, either squeezed by or waited till she moved deeper into the club. They was in no hurry and the night still young.