Zandra Fenni
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- Joined
- Dec 18, 2015
- Messages
- 19
- Reaction score
- 8
Slow night. Zandra wiped down the bar top as she eyed the chono. It wasn't even that late, but they were dead. Only two customers drinking at a small, shabby table in a corner. The Echani eyed her cantina. It really did need some work.
The bar was made up entirely of scraps of metal found in the junk yard that they'd welded together piece by piece until it resembled what it needed to. The wooden counter top was also trash picked, old slabs of wood from Gods know where. Marked with burns, scartches and thousands of beautiful imperfections. The tables were collected from here and there, so none of them matched. She didn't even think she had two chairs that were part of the same set anywhere in the shabby old building.
"Thryk," the Echani sighed to the wookiee, "I think we aught'a do last call and just close up soon. Don' wanna waste the electricity."
What happened today? Usually this place was a bustling hive of activity. Usually she wouldn't be closing up shop until about 4 AM. It was hardly midnight. The Echani pushed wild locks of white out of her face and poured herself a shot of corellian whiskey. She'd give it ten more minutes.
The bar was made up entirely of scraps of metal found in the junk yard that they'd welded together piece by piece until it resembled what it needed to. The wooden counter top was also trash picked, old slabs of wood from Gods know where. Marked with burns, scartches and thousands of beautiful imperfections. The tables were collected from here and there, so none of them matched. She didn't even think she had two chairs that were part of the same set anywhere in the shabby old building.
"Thryk," the Echani sighed to the wookiee, "I think we aught'a do last call and just close up soon. Don' wanna waste the electricity."
What happened today? Usually this place was a bustling hive of activity. Usually she wouldn't be closing up shop until about 4 AM. It was hardly midnight. The Echani pushed wild locks of white out of her face and poured herself a shot of corellian whiskey. She'd give it ten more minutes.