Fenix Morgan
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- Dec 22, 2017
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Nar Shaddaa, the Infamous moon of Nal Hutta. Not the kind of place one would expect a police officer to be, but here he was, Fenix Morgan, Corellian detective was sitting at a bar on one of the most notorious worlds that ever came out of Hutt Space. How he got here, he didn't actually know, drinking was involved, that was apparent from the raging hangover he was feeling and the smell of booze on his shirt. Quite often, waking up on a strange world that has a very good chance at killing you is a good enough reason to quit drinking. In Fenix's case, it was the perfect reason to keep drinking.
Lighting a Cigarette as he wandered through the megalopolis that was the moon of Nar Shaddaa, Fenix did his best to shield his eyes from the oppressive neon lights of the various shops and establishments that pervaded almost ever inch of the world. The noise didn't help much, the constant crowding and bumping into other beings just made his headache worse. The cigarette, thankfully helping to calm him down and lessen the headache somewhat was burning out.
He wandered into a quieter establishment, just to get out of the crowd for a few moments. And with bloodshot eyes surveyed the dive bar he hadn't particularly wanted to enter. A few aliens stared at him as he stood next to the door, prompting him to glare right back in a challenge. Thankfully none of the patrons were drunk enough yet to get up and actually fight, but Fenix was well past that when he saw the bartender serving drinks. His headache forgotten, he wandered over to the bar and took a seat on one of the swivelling stools before ordering with a slightly gravelly voice tinged with the easily recognisable Corellian accent "Corellian Whisky, double."
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Lighting a Cigarette as he wandered through the megalopolis that was the moon of Nar Shaddaa, Fenix did his best to shield his eyes from the oppressive neon lights of the various shops and establishments that pervaded almost ever inch of the world. The noise didn't help much, the constant crowding and bumping into other beings just made his headache worse. The cigarette, thankfully helping to calm him down and lessen the headache somewhat was burning out.
He wandered into a quieter establishment, just to get out of the crowd for a few moments. And with bloodshot eyes surveyed the dive bar he hadn't particularly wanted to enter. A few aliens stared at him as he stood next to the door, prompting him to glare right back in a challenge. Thankfully none of the patrons were drunk enough yet to get up and actually fight, but Fenix was well past that when he saw the bartender serving drinks. His headache forgotten, he wandered over to the bar and took a seat on one of the swivelling stools before ordering with a slightly gravelly voice tinged with the easily recognisable Corellian accent "Corellian Whisky, double."
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