The Offer

[The Prophet]

The Offer​

Tatooine wasn't a place that Aizahk frequented often, let alone the seedy streets of Mos Eisley. However, finding himself in need of a change of scenery, there was no place better for the Jedi renegade to let his hair down and relax. Having chosen a somewhat higher class establishment than he'd usually frequent, Aizahk felt that he rather enjoyed the atmosphere.

Sharply dressed in his dark maroon jacket, Aizahk rested his arms on the back of his seat, awaiting the arrival of his next drink. Surveying the room, he couldn't help but smile a little. Although he'd initially taken a seat in an empty booth, in the hopes of a quiet drink, he now found himself surrounded by a strange array of characters, who laughed, drank, and revelled around him. There was certainly no lack of variety either. In fact, the moment anyone left their seat, they would promptly be replaced by someone else. Embracing the jovial atmosphere, he could hardly argue with the company.

"One Tatooine Sunset."
"Excellent. Thanks." Aizahk flashed a friendly smile at the waitress, and lifted the fiery-coloured beverage to his lips. Sighing, refreshed, and slightly tipsy, he eyed his hand of cards. "Hmm..." He wasn't entirely sure how the game worked, but the pretty girl on his arm had managed to help him thus far. He'd won a fair amount of money, and expected to cash out should he win the next round. Following the rest of the players, Aizahk was the last to reveal his cards. Looking across the table, to the smirking Weequay opposite him, he didn't require a full grasp of the game to recognize the smug grin that was plastered across his face. "Hahaha!" The Weequay cackled heartily, quickly grasping at the pool of money in the center, whilst Aizahk and the others laughed off their defeat; only one sore loser grabbed his drink, and stormed away from the table.

As though the sounds of chatter and banter had completely drained from the room, Aizahk's senses suddenly focused on something nearby. A presence. A presence that perhaps had purposefully made itself known. A presence that held the potential to be quite problematic, should his suspicions be confirmed. Turning his gaze towards the front of the establishment, wiping the toothy grin from his face, Aizahk's eyes fixated on the entrance, patiently awaiting what was to come.