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Post by Shaman Odin Alfodr on Feb 26, 2013 16:54:32 GMT -8
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L???? ?o R??
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Post by L???? ?o R?? on Nov 12, 2013 17:58:09 GMT -8
? Ven Karya Spaceport, interior, at the Busted Blaster ? Lapay no Ken had set The Darkness down in the nightly rate section of the spaceport lot and had headed immediately to the bar, hardly paying any heed to the surroundings. Well, what's the point of doing so? At the spaceport, evidently, the Kiffu Guardian presence is strong. There's one posted at every corner, the encircled yellow star on their epaulets unmistakable.
The crowd at the spaceport is thankfully thin, but the Busted Blaster still has its fair share of patrons. The bartender, a human female named Corina Rawk, draws them in. She's on top of her game, knows every regular's favorite and second-favorite concoction and executes flawlessly each time. Or maybe it's not flawless, maybe the patrons just get too drunk to tell the difference? Drunk off of alcohol and lust.
Ken enters and she lets him have a singsong greeting. His eyes flash in her direction but he does not reply. Instead, he walks over to the bar and takes a seat at an empty space, leaving one chair buffer between himself and the next patron on either side. Rawk gives him her attention and he orders his drink, credit chip at the ready. "Rancor blood."
"Sure. You want me to leave it open?" asks Rawk, as she takes the credit chip from him.
"Yeah, leave it open." "You got it."
As he watches the spirits and the premix for his drink getting thrown together and shaken, Ken's mind wanders to his next step here. After all, he should probably get about his business sooner than later, as he feels somewhat uncomfortable having been deprived of his lightsaber, and crippled in ship.
But...as the cup bearing his order slides down the bar into his hand...such things can wait until morning. He drinks the whole thing in one go and signals another to be made.
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