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[Mako's profile]
Mako was a regular at the Meltdown Café, there was no doubt about it. He was nothing more than an overworked and underpaid 'employee', but that's no new tale in the galaxy. The few credits he'd be given in sporadic paychecks, he'd often waste away at the Criminal-certified Cantina. Despite his appearance, he fit in just as well as any others who would.
A combination of deathstick smoke and the musk of many foreign species collided in the air, producing an undesirable scent. It was not anything you'd want to buy for a cockpit freshener. The faint buzz of the air conditioner could barely be heard over the clamoring of at least six different languages, as well as jizz playing on the jukebox which was not far from the entrance and being ambilified through a makeshift sound system.
In the far left corner of the Cantina was a bar, the main attraction of the building, when there were no exotic dancers or bands performing on the stage. But for now, it was barren, the shop's instruments lay idle awaiting for the next show to start, which wouldn't be for another hour. This was the big feature that made Mako want to come tonight of all nights.
That, and the 'crap' alcohol was half off on show nights. It was some scheme that the employees used to get their patrons drunk, and more likely to leave larger tips to the performers. It must've worked pretty well, since the shopkeeper had been doing it for as long as Mako could remember.
Mako relaxed atop the counter, a small bottle of alcohol in his possession, it was not a typical order, but being such a small creature, he'd be unable to drink too many of the heavier drinks. He had befriended the regulars at the cantina, as well as most of the employees, so as long as he was not stirring up trouble, Mako was allowed to roam on the counters. He knew part of the reason was that they treated him as if he was some sort of 'store pet', and even if that was the case, it still gave him more privilege than most here, and being a slave, that counted for a lot.
Mako was a regular at the Meltdown Café, there was no doubt about it. He was nothing more than an overworked and underpaid 'employee', but that's no new tale in the galaxy. The few credits he'd be given in sporadic paychecks, he'd often waste away at the Criminal-certified Cantina. Despite his appearance, he fit in just as well as any others who would.
A combination of deathstick smoke and the musk of many foreign species collided in the air, producing an undesirable scent. It was not anything you'd want to buy for a cockpit freshener. The faint buzz of the air conditioner could barely be heard over the clamoring of at least six different languages, as well as jizz playing on the jukebox which was not far from the entrance and being ambilified through a makeshift sound system.
In the far left corner of the Cantina was a bar, the main attraction of the building, when there were no exotic dancers or bands performing on the stage. But for now, it was barren, the shop's instruments lay idle awaiting for the next show to start, which wouldn't be for another hour. This was the big feature that made Mako want to come tonight of all nights.
That, and the 'crap' alcohol was half off on show nights. It was some scheme that the employees used to get their patrons drunk, and more likely to leave larger tips to the performers. It must've worked pretty well, since the shopkeeper had been doing it for as long as Mako could remember.
Mako relaxed atop the counter, a small bottle of alcohol in his possession, it was not a typical order, but being such a small creature, he'd be unable to drink too many of the heavier drinks. He had befriended the regulars at the cantina, as well as most of the employees, so as long as he was not stirring up trouble, Mako was allowed to roam on the counters. He knew part of the reason was that they treated him as if he was some sort of 'store pet', and even if that was the case, it still gave him more privilege than most here, and being a slave, that counted for a lot.