The lighting was dim, and the music was low and mellow. Oren didn't like it here, he could feel the pain that these criminals brought onto the world, the smug and arrogant attitude was enough to nearly make the Jedi Master barf, but that didn't matter now. He was here because he had a job, to keep an eye on some mob boss for the Rangers--as part of his plea deal. He didn't mind the work, if it meant he could help clean up the streets. So he sat, alone at the bar, dressed in a suit, his normal brown hair slicked back--his saber hidden away in his jacket.
"Another gin on ice," he'd say, towards the bartender, his mechanical hand tapping against the top of the bar, he'd peer back, his hands leaning against the top with a sigh. If only he knew what the night really was going to bring.
tag: @Dread