Phobos was extremely busy and crowded, due to the Convention of United Planets. Xael wandered about, looking at each of the stalls. She was looking for something very specific, though nothing had caught her eye quite yet. Each vendor would nod or wink at her, trying to arouse her interest in their wares. She simply shrugged them off when nothing caught her attention. She let out a gentle sigh, and carried on down the side walk, pushing passed and between people who payed little to no attention to her. 

As the time carried on, it began to rain, and Xael tugged her baggy sweater around her a little closer, but tilted her head up to the sky just slightly enough to let the rain land on her pale skin. She loved the freshness of it, and walked with her eyes closed until she came across a bar that she visited often. Not so much for the drink, but the atmosphere. It was mysterious and exciting, and she loved to watch the people. 

As she stepped into the bar, which was called Club Cyanide, she made her way to the very familiar corner booth. Smoke billowed out around Xael's ankles when she opened the door as if to welcome her home. It was strange that she liked this place, because to any other person, or creature or alien, she might seem too innocent for such a place. But she liked it none the less.