Star Wars Fanon:FW/Wounded

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Wounded
Nominated by:  Atarumaster88   ( Talk page ) 04:27, September 12, 2011 (UTC)

Excerpt
The booming bass resonated throughout the small club on Coronet, vibrating the very molecules of every structure in the room. Dim red lighting tinted the walls, fading to green and then blue, a cycle consuming the patrons in emotions ranging from lust to envy to peace, reflecting rollercoaster of a tune played. With each pound of the beat, men and women of at least a dozen different species gyrated, pumping their fist, stomping their feet, and swinging to the tempo. Occasionally, a heavily inebriated habitué would spin around in place and topple over from the rush, much to the amusement of their fellow comrades. At the counter, the bartender served drinks, mixing flavors and throwing concoctions into the air to the rhythm of the music.

In the background, in a corner booth where the flashing lights barely hit, Labon Sweef leaned his back against the synthetic material of the seats and laid his hands on the table. Labon was just above average height for a man of his stature. His arms were strong, his shoulders broad. His square jaw protruded from his short neck, just above his large Adam’s apple. He was built like a wall, solid and immovable. His squinted, dark eyes scanned the dance floor, the bar, the other booths around him, and concluded he was “invisible”. No one knew, or cared whether he was there. It was the way he preferred. He enjoyed being alone.