Wumph!
Cornelius landed face-first into the sandy road outside Bar Bar Drinks. A Cantina of reasonably good repute (for Tatooine anyway), he had been working there for several days - before a patron of the Cantina had taken offence to a limerick he had told to them. He stood up, dusting himself off as a rush of sand fell from his cape. Collecting his seven-string hallikset, Cornelius looked around for a new place to ply his trade.
"Nor'baal, the Hutt, thought he was sly,," he muttered to himself as he sauntered down the road, his red cape fluttering gently behind him. "In his palace, with credits piled high." he the musisicuan continued, whilstling to himself. He cut quite the figure on the distant desert planet, a bright blue tunic cut from fine Nabooian silk, a bantha-hide belt and shoes enabling him to strut with confidence as he clocked The Banthas Poodoo, another Cantina.
"But his head was so dense," he chuckled to himself as the bored looking bouncer clocked he had no weapons and waved him in Like a Gamorrean's sense," Cornelius bowed to the guard and made his way up to the bar "A Hutt whose smarts were bone-dry!" the muscician concluded his limerick just as he arrived at the bar.
How anyone would have taken insult from such a ditty was beyond him.
Leaning against the bar, he waved over the server who hastened over quickly - it was a slow day in the Cantina clearly. "Looks a bit dead in here?" he started, as the barman nodded dispondently in agreement. Cornelius smirked, smelling the whiff of opportunity...
OOC - Open to all.
Cornelius landed face-first into the sandy road outside Bar Bar Drinks. A Cantina of reasonably good repute (for Tatooine anyway), he had been working there for several days - before a patron of the Cantina had taken offence to a limerick he had told to them. He stood up, dusting himself off as a rush of sand fell from his cape. Collecting his seven-string hallikset, Cornelius looked around for a new place to ply his trade.
"Nor'baal, the Hutt, thought he was sly,," he muttered to himself as he sauntered down the road, his red cape fluttering gently behind him. "In his palace, with credits piled high." he the musisicuan continued, whilstling to himself. He cut quite the figure on the distant desert planet, a bright blue tunic cut from fine Nabooian silk, a bantha-hide belt and shoes enabling him to strut with confidence as he clocked The Banthas Poodoo, another Cantina.
"But his head was so dense," he chuckled to himself as the bored looking bouncer clocked he had no weapons and waved him in Like a Gamorrean's sense," Cornelius bowed to the guard and made his way up to the bar "A Hutt whose smarts were bone-dry!" the muscician concluded his limerick just as he arrived at the bar.
How anyone would have taken insult from such a ditty was beyond him.
Leaning against the bar, he waved over the server who hastened over quickly - it was a slow day in the Cantina clearly. "Looks a bit dead in here?" he started, as the barman nodded dispondently in agreement. Cornelius smirked, smelling the whiff of opportunity...
OOC - Open to all.