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Cigarra lit in his mouth, hanging on by sliver of his lips as blue skinned enforcer remained nestled in the corner of the bar. Most of the regular patrons were already intoxicated or had departed for the evening considering what hour it was. But he? No, not him, he would stay late and likely close out the venue given that he had taken a liking for a few of the bartenders. Everyone knew those girls only partied after-hours and that lifestyle was most conducive to the Mandalore criminal element.
His T-shaped helmet was on the ground besides him but that Beskar'gam was nicely polished and made to appear pristine despite the age old battle wounds it had accumulated over the years. Not to mention, the ever so recognizable Mythosaur sigil that stood out like a sore thumb though he was confident there would be little trouble here unless the Kryze clan happened to arrive through those doors. In either case, he had his Shriek-Hawk looped around to his side along with the Strill blaster side arm. One couldn't ever be more careful, especially when you paraded yourself with criminal syndicates and floated on the edge of Dar'manda.
Eyes flickered upwards as he glanced at the beer dropped off his table, a slight nod of acknowledgment to the girl that brought it. He chuckled in adoration of her attire, not really knowing why she spent so much time getting ready for her shift, she knew damn well that he was going to take those clothes off at the end of the night anyways...
@GABA