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The less than crowded bar was perfect for what Celtar needed: some time to relax without all the hubbub and noise associated with a more popular establishment. The Knight had only recently arrived, his head pounding as a result of the hangover that had been plaguing him for some time. He drank water, though he remained drunk around the clock and any lapse brought on a horrid hangover that, if not corrected, led to symptoms similar to withdrawal.
He was two sips into a large glass of tihaar when he heard someone causing a disruption at the other end of the bar. Ignoring it, the Knight ordered another drink and received a glare from the bartender when he did so. "I doubt you can finish that much, pal, and I'm not wasting this stuff. It's rare outside of those Mando worlds." Celtar returned the barkeep's glare, adding a look to his face that signified his irritation as he withdrew a credit chit from his pocket. "That will cover it and more, don't question me again," said Celtar in a voice that was barely over that of a whisper. While he waited for his second drink to arrive, he heard further noise from the other end of the bar and held his ears closed, his head pounding in pain.
While a Jedi, Celtar certainly did not look the part. He was garbed as a smuggler and his lightsabers were hidden from view by his overcoat. Even if someone were to see them, he looked grisly enough to claim to have taken them from a dead Jedi or Sith and have most believe him. His hat sat gently over his head, shading his face from those too nosy to know how to act in a bar. Once again, the noise emanated in his head as another particularly loud outburst reached his ears. The Knight puffed once more on his cigar before removing it from his lips, taking one more sip of his drink, and clearing his throat. "Shut up, will you? Some of us want to drink in peace. Go to some other osik-hole and be loud."
@Phantom
He was two sips into a large glass of tihaar when he heard someone causing a disruption at the other end of the bar. Ignoring it, the Knight ordered another drink and received a glare from the bartender when he did so. "I doubt you can finish that much, pal, and I'm not wasting this stuff. It's rare outside of those Mando worlds." Celtar returned the barkeep's glare, adding a look to his face that signified his irritation as he withdrew a credit chit from his pocket. "That will cover it and more, don't question me again," said Celtar in a voice that was barely over that of a whisper. While he waited for his second drink to arrive, he heard further noise from the other end of the bar and held his ears closed, his head pounding in pain.
While a Jedi, Celtar certainly did not look the part. He was garbed as a smuggler and his lightsabers were hidden from view by his overcoat. Even if someone were to see them, he looked grisly enough to claim to have taken them from a dead Jedi or Sith and have most believe him. His hat sat gently over his head, shading his face from those too nosy to know how to act in a bar. Once again, the noise emanated in his head as another particularly loud outburst reached his ears. The Knight puffed once more on his cigar before removing it from his lips, taking one more sip of his drink, and clearing his throat. "Shut up, will you? Some of us want to drink in peace. Go to some other osik-hole and be loud."
@Phantom