Vask
The Extremist
Tatooine - Two Suns Tavern
"Can I get an Ion Burn." The Weequay behind the bar stared at him with the flat expression of a man who had never heard of what he was talking about. "Tibanna Fizz?"
Same flat expression. "Ardees?"
Finally the bar tenders eyes lit up with something like recognition. Head tilting in a nod as he helpfully added. "We don't have none of that fancy shit."
In truth, Vask probably should have anticipated that particular fact. Despite it's rather charming name the Twin Suns Tavern wasn't exactly the Red Moons Andris. Most of the seats here were worn and beaten up, the floor was sticky with...something, and the clientele as a general rule were either missing a few teeth or some other body part. The sort of place someone stumbled into at the end of the night and left missing more than what they had paid for the drinks.
The sort of place no one really asked any questions either.
Which was, of course, why he'd come here.
Tatooine was the sort of world you could disappear yourself into, and the Two Suns Tavern was the sort of place you might as well have turned invisible. It was the perfect place to lay his head for a few hours, especially after all that business in the last few weeks. "Thanks."
Vask offered the weary-eyed bartender as he grabbed the now filled mug from the bar and took it towards one of the booths in the corner of the Cantina. His helmet slipped off with one quick motion, tossed onto the table as he threw himself onto the bench. The first relaxed breath in months filled his lungs, followed shortly by a sip of his Ardees. The sweet ale-like substance drifted down the back of his throat, and Vask felt himself ease into his seat; letting out a stretching groan as he leaned back and closed his eyes.
"Can I get an Ion Burn." The Weequay behind the bar stared at him with the flat expression of a man who had never heard of what he was talking about. "Tibanna Fizz?"
Same flat expression. "Ardees?"
Finally the bar tenders eyes lit up with something like recognition. Head tilting in a nod as he helpfully added. "We don't have none of that fancy shit."
In truth, Vask probably should have anticipated that particular fact. Despite it's rather charming name the Twin Suns Tavern wasn't exactly the Red Moons Andris. Most of the seats here were worn and beaten up, the floor was sticky with...something, and the clientele as a general rule were either missing a few teeth or some other body part. The sort of place someone stumbled into at the end of the night and left missing more than what they had paid for the drinks.
The sort of place no one really asked any questions either.
Which was, of course, why he'd come here.
Tatooine was the sort of world you could disappear yourself into, and the Two Suns Tavern was the sort of place you might as well have turned invisible. It was the perfect place to lay his head for a few hours, especially after all that business in the last few weeks. "Thanks."
Vask offered the weary-eyed bartender as he grabbed the now filled mug from the bar and took it towards one of the booths in the corner of the Cantina. His helmet slipped off with one quick motion, tossed onto the table as he threw himself onto the bench. The first relaxed breath in months filled his lungs, followed shortly by a sip of his Ardees. The sweet ale-like substance drifted down the back of his throat, and Vask felt himself ease into his seat; letting out a stretching groan as he leaned back and closed his eyes.