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Outside, the night air of Tatooine was oddly humid, and seemed hotter than ever; everything seemed quiet, and there wasn't a soul in sight. That's because everyone was inside the cantina where cool air, dancing, drinks, and music thrived a social atmosphere and a booming crowd. Other than the odd humidity, it was a normal night in the small desert city, and Abel, after a hard week of firefights and mishaps, seriously needed a break...
Abel Sidaal sat alone in the cantina, he was simply observing everyone else. It had been a long....ridiculous day, and all he could think about was a nice cold brew. He was normally much more social than this, but his last contract really dealt a number on his body, nothing a few drinks wouldn't fix though. He waited for someone to approach him...he was to tired to do all of the work tonight.
Abel Sidaal sat alone in the cantina, he was simply observing everyone else. It had been a long....ridiculous day, and all he could think about was a nice cold brew. He was normally much more social than this, but his last contract really dealt a number on his body, nothing a few drinks wouldn't fix though. He waited for someone to approach him...he was to tired to do all of the work tonight.