Saphir Steele
Character
"Look, man, I have the credits, I swear. They're just, uh, somewhere." Saphir rummaged through her pockets with a tired urgency, voice rising just enough to be heard among the general buzz of the cantina. One hand rose to scratch at the back of her neck, the shortened hairs of a relatively fresh undercut providing an oddly satisfying feel against the fingers.
"Yeah, yeah, you and every other hooligan around this joint." The bar tender was having none of it, tending to paying customers, hardly sparing Saphir more than a passing glance. "Either pay up or get out."
"Wait!" The noise that rose from Saphir's throat in a lazy drag was hardly a word as her fingers finally found purchase, sliding the credits onto the bar. "Just gimme a drink, man."
And there she sat, a drink in hand, back to the door, hardly paying attention to the ongoings of her fellow cantina inhabitants.
"Yeah, yeah, you and every other hooligan around this joint." The bar tender was having none of it, tending to paying customers, hardly sparing Saphir more than a passing glance. "Either pay up or get out."
"Wait!" The noise that rose from Saphir's throat in a lazy drag was hardly a word as her fingers finally found purchase, sliding the credits onto the bar. "Just gimme a drink, man."
And there she sat, a drink in hand, back to the door, hardly paying attention to the ongoings of her fellow cantina inhabitants.
[member="Koda Fett"]