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The cantina stank of smoke, spilled alcohol, and the mingling odors of a variety of species and somehow that relaxed Lupo. He sat in a booth along the wall opposite the bar and facing the door, hunched over the table and staring into the blue abyss of his drink. But that's not to say he was not paying attention to his surroundings, he picked up every movement in his peripherals and somewhat discreetly watched every patron for a single aggressive movement.It had only been a couple of weeks since his meeting with Raddo the Hutt and he didn't exactly take the slug's word that the bounty was off his head.
With a sigh he lifted his drink and raised it as if in salute to the air in front of him before bringing it to his lips. He let the alcohol linger in his mouth for a moment before swallowing it and letting out a heavy sigh. He needed to do something soon or he was going to go insane, he needed a job.
With a sigh he lifted his drink and raised it as if in salute to the air in front of him before bringing it to his lips. He let the alcohol linger in his mouth for a moment before swallowing it and letting out a heavy sigh. He needed to do something soon or he was going to go insane, he needed a job.
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