Besh looked up at the horny bastard who cut him off for attention and made a lewd gesture behind the zabrak's back. Before he could do anything stupid, the leader pointed to the two men at the bar and spoke in Rodese "Someone else get the blind Bith over here and also that Rattataki."

Picking his language seemed way to specific to ignore as he slipped away without even a confirmation. He moved with the pulses of the music and flashes of light. Just like when tracking in open fields or wooded areas, you only move when the wind blows strong enough to mask your movements with light and shadow and the rustle covers your footfall. Surprisingly, much of following someone is spent staying still. 

The bigger of the two looked to be a true fighter, the pose and way he framed himself was the rote shape of a lifetime of training for melee. Anyone who devotes their life to a cause have specific ways their body language. Comparing his solid frame to that of the bith beside him, the differences are in ways one places their feet instinctively at rest and bends the knees. The shift of the hip determines how the spine sits which in turn forces the arms to be kept just so as the tilt in the neck determines one one's head is held. 

In a few moments, he waited for a strobe light crescendo to end and the club suffer a two second black out as the music changed for him to lurch up to the bar between pale warrior and the bubble headed bith. He didn't dare lay hands on them for he like to keep his arms attached to his shoulders. He had to speak up over the din of orders being placed, but not so lout anyone but these two would easily hear him shouting softly.

[color=bc8dbf]"Hey guys. We got a guild party going on at that table over there. Rhetorically speaking, care to join us?"[/color]