"Damn, I love Nar Shaddaa!"
Philip stepped out of an alleyway, zipping up his dirty pants and sighing with relief. Man, he had to piss. Now that his bladder was empty, the man could focus on what was ahead of him, namely the meeting at 'The Charming Devil', which was actually right in front of him.
Actually, it was a little too close.
It appeared that some patrons had looked out the window and seen him tinkle. The typical high end socialites of that restaurant viewed Philip in disgust, and Philip looked back, displeased at their displeasure. Suddenly, the man flipped the bird at the onlookers, then walked up to the entrance.
The guards took one look at the filthy, sweat stained shirt, dirty pants, dust covered shoes and sore-laced mouth and blocked the entrance.
"Get outta here, spice-head. No handouts here."
Rock crossed his arms, his easy temper already stoking up.
"I'm actually here for business, believe it or not. So, uh, do me a favor and get the kark out of the way."
He attempted to enter but was roughly shoved back.
"Business? Do you even know how to spell the word?"
The other door guard jeered at the now fuming Philip.
"I bet he can't even spell his own name by that slum accent. What an idiot. Get out of here."
Oh boy. They insulted the accent and his birthplace, both very uncomfortable subjects for the disgruntled former soldier.
"Oh, you just made this real easy for me."
He reacted in a way that he knew how to, which was killing the two with his bare hands. Quite a common reaction, actually, at least for him.
Well, that was that.
Philip took no second thoughts about what the hell just happened as he strode inside, passing by the very same patrons who had seen him pee earlier. They all stared. Rock didn't like that.
"You want something to look at? Look at it again!"
At this, Philip pulled down his pants, exposed for all the restaurant to see. The patrons all were agape, and the staff was in shock, to put it plainly.
"You like that, huh? Kark you! You little jumped up, judgemental nerfherders! Go back to your steak and caviar or I'll make a steak out of you!"
The patrons immediately turned back to their meals and menus. Philip pulled his pants back up, satisfied that his point was made across.
Now, for that meeting...
He spotted the door leading to the reserved area, which was were the meet and greet was at. Walking over, a brave waiter blocked the doorway, not permitting Philip to pass. A right hook dealt with him rather easily.
"You caught me in a bad mood, pal. A real bad karking mood."
The sociopath entered the room now, not knowing what to expect, so he decided to draw some attention.
"I hope I'm not too late. Hey, is that booze?"
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