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Zabić had been out for a drink. To be honest, if need be, she was way past just a drink hours ago. It's a cold night, not physically. She didn't have a thing to do nor anyone to meet. The little room over the pub served her well, but it felt too damn small plenty of the time. She could have moved on and lodged somewhere else more expensive, but then she would have to walk to the come to the bar; that just wasn't going to suit her primary needs at all.
She didn't mind being left to the thoughts of her own head, while others around her chattered excessively. A short exchange had interrupted her solitariness, when one man came by and barreled into the other who was seated beside her. They continued their scuffle, and in the process spilling her drink while pulling lightsabers on one another. The bartender, who rented Zabić the upstairs room, went ballistic on them.
Zabić rose quickly brandishing a Blaster Carbine. "You better be feeling lucky enough to deflect blaster bolts after your whiskey, because I'm certain I can aim just fine." The bartender was armed and aiming as well. The liquor apparently took quite a toll on the two drunkards, as Zabić suspected. They separated. But Zabić wasn't finished. "Which one of you is replacing my drink? The other is going to be shot!" Both men dropped credits upon the bar and exited out different ends of the bar.
"Geez, Dolt! Put that thing down! Its longer than your own arms! Were you going to shoot me too?!" she asked the bartender as she holstered her gun. "Look I got two more hits coming from you now. See here?" Zabić slid the dropped offering across the bar to him. "C'mon, Dolt!" Zabić glanced around the room before she retook her seat. She held out her hands to him. "Look, my hands aren't even trembling, and you've gone catatonic?!" The bartender finally reset his rifle upon the hooks which hung over the mirror behind him, above the many liquor bottles. Zabić knew the sound of jingling coins would snap him out of it.
She didn't mind being left to the thoughts of her own head, while others around her chattered excessively. A short exchange had interrupted her solitariness, when one man came by and barreled into the other who was seated beside her. They continued their scuffle, and in the process spilling her drink while pulling lightsabers on one another. The bartender, who rented Zabić the upstairs room, went ballistic on them.
Zabić rose quickly brandishing a Blaster Carbine. "You better be feeling lucky enough to deflect blaster bolts after your whiskey, because I'm certain I can aim just fine." The bartender was armed and aiming as well. The liquor apparently took quite a toll on the two drunkards, as Zabić suspected. They separated. But Zabić wasn't finished. "Which one of you is replacing my drink? The other is going to be shot!" Both men dropped credits upon the bar and exited out different ends of the bar.
"Geez, Dolt! Put that thing down! Its longer than your own arms! Were you going to shoot me too?!" she asked the bartender as she holstered her gun. "Look I got two more hits coming from you now. See here?" Zabić slid the dropped offering across the bar to him. "C'mon, Dolt!" Zabić glanced around the room before she retook her seat. She held out her hands to him. "Look, my hands aren't even trembling, and you've gone catatonic?!" The bartender finally reset his rifle upon the hooks which hung over the mirror behind him, above the many liquor bottles. Zabić knew the sound of jingling coins would snap him out of it.
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