"You don't," Vilox replied.
He stood up briefly to turn the lamp off. The room was submerged into darkness. Gingerly he made his way through the dark back to the stool, where he lowered himself back down to sit and lean back on the door. He didn't realize it until he closed his eyes that he was tired. Sleep seemed like a good idea.
He raised his wrist up to look at the chrono which hung there. "The Lucky Den closes it's doors an hour from now. Punters usually stay the night, so we should be left alone until morning. I'll wake you up in a couple of hours. We can slip out whilst everyone is asleep. Those bouncers would have took this door of it's hinges by now if they thought a Sabaac cheater was in here. I can almost guarantee they didn't believe the Ithorian. The guys a known loser around here."
He set his chrono to set off it's alarm three hours from now. Enough time to relax. Most found it difficult to fall asleep in an environment like this. It was cold, and there was a mixture of must, alcohol and spice which lingered like a putrid aroma in the air. The stool was about as uncomfortable as you could expect.
He was sat upright on it, back leaning up against the door, which at any moment an angry Dwuni, Ithorian and that meathead they called a man bearing down on them. Probably the Rodian too. But he somehow doubted it. It would have happened by now. Somehow he knew they were safe.
Sleep came naturally to Pazela in a place like this, and so when he closed his eyes again he drifted into another dreamless sleep.
He stood up briefly to turn the lamp off. The room was submerged into darkness. Gingerly he made his way through the dark back to the stool, where he lowered himself back down to sit and lean back on the door. He didn't realize it until he closed his eyes that he was tired. Sleep seemed like a good idea.
He raised his wrist up to look at the chrono which hung there. "The Lucky Den closes it's doors an hour from now. Punters usually stay the night, so we should be left alone until morning. I'll wake you up in a couple of hours. We can slip out whilst everyone is asleep. Those bouncers would have took this door of it's hinges by now if they thought a Sabaac cheater was in here. I can almost guarantee they didn't believe the Ithorian. The guys a known loser around here."
He set his chrono to set off it's alarm three hours from now. Enough time to relax. Most found it difficult to fall asleep in an environment like this. It was cold, and there was a mixture of must, alcohol and spice which lingered like a putrid aroma in the air. The stool was about as uncomfortable as you could expect.
He was sat upright on it, back leaning up against the door, which at any moment an angry Dwuni, Ithorian and that meathead they called a man bearing down on them. Probably the Rodian too. But he somehow doubted it. It would have happened by now. Somehow he knew they were safe.
Sleep came naturally to Pazela in a place like this, and so when he closed his eyes again he drifted into another dreamless sleep.