Thick with the smell of Merenzane Gold, sweat and conversation, the air of the cantina was alive with the ambience of Naboo nightlife. Varicolored, the seemingly inconspicuous exterior of the building gave way to a fulgid atmosphere; the entire room bathed in shades of blue and violet. Although not overly packed, the quaint bar harbored enough individuals that bumping shoulders was inevitable. Used to crowds, Algus felt right at home, it was hard to survive in Fort Ypso if you needed personal space after-all.
Dressed in a dark-grey, knee length coat with a flared collar, his visage was innocuous, and he melded seamlessly into the writhing vista of bodies. “Beer please. Whatever lager you have here. Surprise me.” Truthfully, he didn’t really care what he drank. Right now, he just wanted to waste time and surround himself with people, whether he knew them or not. His expedition from Vandor had left him feeling lonely, longing for crowds and places rich with the undercurrent of malady, slick deals and grunge; lowly places that reminded him of home.
Receiving his drink, he peered down into the gold tinted liquid, staring at his distorted reflection within its foamy surface. “Vandor, Coruscant and now Naboo.” Bringing the frothy glass to his lips, he stole a small sip of it. He never really liked alcohol. “Where will you take me next?”
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