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Rosh entered the Mos Eisley Cantina, fully armed and armored. He had his rifle slung over on his back and his pistol at his side, holster unbuttoned. As he entered he noticed most patrons were paying him no-mind. However, some were keeping him in the corner of their eye. Rosh chuckled to himself as he walked past them to a table in a dark corner, away from the main crowd. As he sat down, he rested his rifle against the wall in the seat next to him, putting himself between it and anybody else coming to the table.
A young Twi'lek waitress walked over to Rosh's table and asked if he would like something to drink or eat. Rosh simply shook his head silently and the waitress walked away. Rosh sat at the table tinkering with a knife on the table as he watched the crowd carry on loudly like always from behind his tinted black helmet. Rosh found himself in his element, alone and barely visible. He smiled and hoped nothing too exciting happened today in his favorite place to be.
He hadn't been here for quite sometime, but it really hadn't changed much. The women were just as easy, the music was just as crappy, and the drinks were just as strong. "My kinda joint." Roth chuckled to himself. He waved the waitress back over and asked her to bring him a shot of whiskey and a pack of cigarras. Not too long afterwards, she returned with his cigarras and his whiskey.
Roth removed his helmet, placing it on the table on the wall-end of it. He gripped his shot glass up, and in a quick fluid motion, downed the shot with ease. He opened his pack of cigarras and placed one loosely in his mouth. He reached into his utility belt and pulled out a small metallic silver lighter. The lighter reflected his face, and Roth found himself staring into his own eyes. After a few moments he snapped back to reality and lit his smoke. He took a steady drag, changing the lit end from a dark orange to a bright yellow orange. He inhaled and felt the smooth tasting smoke glide down into his body, the buzz rushing to his head. As he exhaled, his face was in a large cloud of smoke. A woman at a table across from him shook her head in disgust, attempting to fan away the smoke from her table with her hands. Roth grinned and took another long drag, only this time, he purposely exhaled towards the young womans table. The woman gave Roth the finger and quickly left her table and the bar. He sat and pondered why he had done that, and then he thought to himself Who cares?
A young Twi'lek waitress walked over to Rosh's table and asked if he would like something to drink or eat. Rosh simply shook his head silently and the waitress walked away. Rosh sat at the table tinkering with a knife on the table as he watched the crowd carry on loudly like always from behind his tinted black helmet. Rosh found himself in his element, alone and barely visible. He smiled and hoped nothing too exciting happened today in his favorite place to be.
He hadn't been here for quite sometime, but it really hadn't changed much. The women were just as easy, the music was just as crappy, and the drinks were just as strong. "My kinda joint." Roth chuckled to himself. He waved the waitress back over and asked her to bring him a shot of whiskey and a pack of cigarras. Not too long afterwards, she returned with his cigarras and his whiskey.
Roth removed his helmet, placing it on the table on the wall-end of it. He gripped his shot glass up, and in a quick fluid motion, downed the shot with ease. He opened his pack of cigarras and placed one loosely in his mouth. He reached into his utility belt and pulled out a small metallic silver lighter. The lighter reflected his face, and Roth found himself staring into his own eyes. After a few moments he snapped back to reality and lit his smoke. He took a steady drag, changing the lit end from a dark orange to a bright yellow orange. He inhaled and felt the smooth tasting smoke glide down into his body, the buzz rushing to his head. As he exhaled, his face was in a large cloud of smoke. A woman at a table across from him shook her head in disgust, attempting to fan away the smoke from her table with her hands. Roth grinned and took another long drag, only this time, he purposely exhaled towards the young womans table. The woman gave Roth the finger and quickly left her table and the bar. He sat and pondered why he had done that, and then he thought to himself Who cares?
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