(Of all things, Sanis entered the B&G wearing a nice suit. It was platinum, with a black shirt and a matching matte-platinum tie. His hair was slicked back, and his face was cleanshaven. He carried a briefcase in hand, as he stepped inside, every angle about him seemingly crisp and redefined.

He walked up to his usual seat at the bar, and ordered his usual Sullustan Draught, and tried to remember just how in the hell he got himself into all this.)