Vereaux
Mr. Dizzy Man
~ 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?