Sunny smirks back at Xalo's reply and smokes some more of his cigar. The light shining down on the table illuminates some of the smoke rising up and all around them is darker since the light is so bright. The lights above spotlight down on them and create as if a separate area from the club, though the sounds and atmosphere still penetrate through and time still exists and is the same. Sunny chuckles and reaches into his pocket and pulls out some credit chips and tosses them on the table. "There... 500,000." He grins with the cigar in his mouth.
Just then he sees Flora appear and he smirks back. "Ah, my dear. What are you doing all the way over here? I thought you'd still be down in the Omicrons." Sunny chuckles after a surprised face. "How'd you get here? Come come... grab a stick."