A brown-furred Selonian with a green blast vest and a grey jacket sat at the bar of a dingy old cantina, draining another pint of pale local beer that carried with it the odd aftertaste that synthesized booze often had. It did the trick well enough. How many had it been now? Four? That sounded about right. He was a bit of a lightweight, couldn't handle it quite like the humans. Ah, whatever. Four more days, the repair guy had said until his ship could fly again. Just a couple blaster pockmarks, a bounty hunter that had wanted him gone, but apparently not dead. After repairs and fuel that left him just enough credits to get hammered at the Mos Eisly Cantina and then get off this miserable sandy hell of a planet, off to whatever the next doomed, miserable misadventure would be.
"At least misadventures... are sometimes interesting," he said under his breath in basic, not really aware he was saying the words out loud. He dug into his jacket pocket and produced a couple more of the local coins, setting them down on the counter with a webbed, clawed hand.
"I'll have another pale," he said. The droid behind the counter grabbed a glass from beneath the counter with one of its six arms, shooting the off-clear beverage into it from another arm, connected to a tall tank of foamy beer by a clear tube.
"Can't even talk to the bartender around here," he grumbled, resuming his quest to find the true meaning of inebriation, a quest he embarked upon frequently.
Too much waiting in this line of work.
"At least misadventures... are sometimes interesting," he said under his breath in basic, not really aware he was saying the words out loud. He dug into his jacket pocket and produced a couple more of the local coins, setting them down on the counter with a webbed, clawed hand.
"I'll have another pale," he said. The droid behind the counter grabbed a glass from beneath the counter with one of its six arms, shooting the off-clear beverage into it from another arm, connected to a tall tank of foamy beer by a clear tube.
"Can't even talk to the bartender around here," he grumbled, resuming his quest to find the true meaning of inebriation, a quest he embarked upon frequently.
Too much waiting in this line of work.