Preef pushed his glass towards the fat Zabrak tending the bar, "fill it up," and the Zabrak, though begrudgingly, did as told. "When you plan on paying your tab, Preef-" he began in his usual annoyed tone of voice. Preef had been at the 'Moist Mirakula' for three nights in a row and hadn't spend a single credit chip. Being a member of the Crimson Dawn helped in that regard, being a known quick-draw artist in these parts of the woods helped some more. There was, however, a limit to how far they'd stretch the liberties of a short rodian with a limited intellectual capacity. Said rodian, ofcourse, wasn't really inclined to pay and waved the Zabrak's question off. "Haven't seen Vanessa in a while, she around?"
The Zabrak instantly grew red with anger, "No," he barked, "not since you killed her weequay boyfriend." Which, to be fair, was something Preef may or may not have forgotten. "Oh right," the rodian looked at his glass. It had been a while ago when he and V3PO pursued Atem to the stripper's apartment and he had forgotten all about it. Since then he'd been to Kessel, Coruscant, Taris and a deep space prison ship and all of those occasions were a little more noteworthy. "Didn't kill him, though-" Preef finally replied before putting the glass with Corellian Whiskey to his lips and letting the liquid glide down throat. "-just got paid to deliver him to Metalorn."
He hadn't spend this much time on Nar Shaddaa since buying his ranch on Takodana and if it hadn't been for the meeting tonight he probably would've left two days ago after he got paid for the prison break job. Thing was, whoever had reached out to him had known to flatter the rodian to get a meeting. Which was definitely something new to Preef, to be lauded with compliments, and it had significantly boosted his ego to such a degree that he didn't think he owed any credits to the bartender anymore.
He was Preef "Kriffing" Callo. Member of the Crimson Dawn. Gungslinger and quick-draw artist.
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The Zabrak instantly grew red with anger, "No," he barked, "not since you killed her weequay boyfriend." Which, to be fair, was something Preef may or may not have forgotten. "Oh right," the rodian looked at his glass. It had been a while ago when he and V3PO pursued Atem to the stripper's apartment and he had forgotten all about it. Since then he'd been to Kessel, Coruscant, Taris and a deep space prison ship and all of those occasions were a little more noteworthy. "Didn't kill him, though-" Preef finally replied before putting the glass with Corellian Whiskey to his lips and letting the liquid glide down throat. "-just got paid to deliver him to Metalorn."
He hadn't spend this much time on Nar Shaddaa since buying his ranch on Takodana and if it hadn't been for the meeting tonight he probably would've left two days ago after he got paid for the prison break job. Thing was, whoever had reached out to him had known to flatter the rodian to get a meeting. Which was definitely something new to Preef, to be lauded with compliments, and it had significantly boosted his ego to such a degree that he didn't think he owed any credits to the bartender anymore.
He was Preef "Kriffing" Callo. Member of the Crimson Dawn. Gungslinger and quick-draw artist.
@vamp