Main Hall

Taking a step in from the crowd, that had obviously been in at all before despite not being mentioned before Mike watches a rather sketchy doctor talking to some sort of mando... more importantly the man had whiskey. Walking nearby I quickly steal the glass from the man and drain it. Thanks I flash my usual half-smile to the man I'd never met.

I see exactly what it took to get Terra here! You WOULD NOT come when /I/ asked you. >.<

That is because she uses her lack of age to run around nude.

Aww but she's so cute!

Reyn laughed with his characteristic deep, charming gusto. He had forgotten how nice it was to play these little games. It reminded him of so many happy mortal memories.
"I assure you, I have."
He winked and gave her a mischievous smile.
"So tell me Sin, how has the galaxy been treating you? You seem quite well."

Adrien had spent most of his night low-key, opting to remain behind the curtain instead of in the crowd. His duties as host were approaching quickly and his absence wouldn't go unnoticed for much longer. His mind of course was elsewhere, or rather his writer's mind was elsewhere, but as he listened to the awards being handed out so far he became more and more in the Sithies mood. Though he couldn't help but to feel slight disappointment when he lost out for Best Non-Force character, not because he felt that he deserved it more or that he wasn't happy for Gideon, but rather because of all of the awards that one was near and dear to his heart, but always seemed to be just out of reach. It was no matter, he would congratulate Gideon and the rest of the nominees in good time, but first he wanted to mingle. He straightened his tie and walked out into the crowd, glancing over the faces around him.

His attention was caught fairly quickly by Sinistra, and who's attention wouldn't be? But she seemed to be occupied at the moment, not that that particularly mattered to him but there were other faces that caught his eye as well, namely Liya Tawaza and Galdaart Fel. It had been a long time since he had talked to either of them, the last time he was even in the same room with either of them he was being held as a prisoner of sorts. Nonetheless he made his way toward Liya, who appeared to be casing the room. With a smirk on his face he touched her lightly on the shoulder to get her attention, "If I didn't know better I'd say you felt out of place."

After clearing the circus outside Jud entered yet another ring of personal-space hell. He found himself shoulder to shoulder with people he knew, hardly knew, or never cared to know. Their incessant chattering, like that of an annoying gnat buzzing around his ears. He cursed under his breath, making his way towards another set of doors located at the end of the hall.

Jud was about to continue on, but stopped, realizing that he had almost walked by a bar. "What an excellent suggestion..." He mused to himself, with a smile and a chuckle, before bowing his head, and making a motion as if letting someone walk past him towards the bar before following himself. "Can't stay dry in a place like this. They're libel to pick me apart, the savages." Jud continued, as he harried his way towards the bar. Careful not to run or bump into anyone, less he be seen or recognized.

"Thallrika, double... Actually make that two doubles. Chop chop." Jud said to the bartender, though he was watching over his shoulder, his single eye darting from face to face, making sure he was still unnoticed and in the clear.

"Sure...?" Was the reply from within the bar. Not the most confident either. "Thallrika? Yah...Um."

Jud's single eye burned red as he turned to face the bartender. "Are you inept? Do I need to educate you in some way?" The Sith asked through gritted teeth. "Its that bottle, the dark one on the end there, with the shiny stamp and clasp." Jud's eye meandered over towards the barkeep's right. "Forget about the doubles, just give me the damned bottle..."

"But, sir, I..."

"The bottle." Jud replied, and the bartender simply handed the bottle over, his hands trembling as Jud's skeletal fingers clasped around the neck of it. "Well done, well done." He chimed, nodding his head before sauntering off, back into the crowd of attendees.