A Vacation: Is this too much to ask? (Open to All)

[Vereaux]

~ Coruscant ~ Surface ~ Crowded and Loud Cantina ~​

After dealing with his last contract on Dac, Sorin is now one million credits richer, but it isn't without one conscious question: can he please have a vacation??? Rich or not, the idea of another contract was something he didn't want to contemplate, and he knew that once the Guild got a job, it was expected to be carried out by someone. Daltru was a godsend for Sorin; the man kept the others off his back, and some peace and quiet would come about...for about a week. He couldn't expect anything more out of the man. A week was good for anyone, especially with his line of work.

"Another shot?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way." The bartender smirked, and whisked away the glass, replacing it like an artist with another shot of Corellian Whiskey. If there is one thing about a loud and crowded Cantina, at least their bartenders are competent and know what they're doing. The boom of the sounds and vibrations assaulted his ears, and the lights were constantly flashing, a flick of energy and brightness as it mixed with the music. The bar Sorin sat at was crowded, just like the dance floor, and just like the other tables, chairs and room, the multilevel cantina bristling with activity.

He downed the shot with an ease of someone who knows how to drink. It was his curse. Three shots down, and he couldn't feel a buzz yet. He could remember his first kill: it was done in a cantina similar to this. Same planet, different building. Men of power always need someone to do their dirty work; it just happens to be sometimes Sorin is the one to do it.

Is a vacation too much to ask for sometimes?

 

[Carden Lorps]

Carden tired from a job he did today decided he'd go to a Cantina. Walking in Carden saw flashing lights and a lot of dancing, he hated it. Carden quickly made his way to the bar he sat in the only open barstool it was next to a male. Who Apparently looks like he took a few shots noticing the shot glasses. Carden kept looking back at the man, he the nineteen year old didn't know what it was that interested Carden but somthing did.

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[Sorin Vanado]

(OCC: Forgot to switch accounts before posting the thread. Argh...oh well. This is the character xP)

What was a man, or woman, when faced with the decay of lives around them? At the end of the day, they all are meat, flesh sown together to bone, and the company of others seemed lonely in a place like this. As Sorin sat in contemplation, the barstool beside him moved, and up went a man, though it didn't matter to him. Three shots down, and another came up soon after with a nod to the bartender, setting down another just as soon as the last. If Sorin hadn't grown up in the life style he had, he wouldn't mind being a bartender. His thoughts shifted, however, when he could feel the man's eyes on him. With a tilt of his head, he turned his head to see the man better, and saw him staring. An odd fellow, if there ever was one.

"Normally people give their names if they're going to stare, you know." And with that, Sorin downed the fourth shot, the sting barely there anymore, but while he felt better, the buzz was still not there.

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[Carden Lorps]

Carden heard the man say somthing. "Oh im sorry, my name is Carden im a Bounty Hunter." Carden said before looking down at the table. Carden then turned to the bartender. "Hey mate, get me a Corellian Whiskey." Carden told him. When the bartender brought over the dring Carden just stared at it. Untouched the bottle sat, Carden turned back to the man. "Do you have a name? Or are you just a guy with out one, I've been seeing a lot of that lately." Carden said with a stiff chuckle. Before reaching for his whiskey and drinking it.

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