Kendrix
Salt in a Wound
Alberis sat in the cantina near the lovely dancers not his normal spot in a cantina but the bar happened to be full. The whole cantina seemed to be full. Where was he again? Naboo? He couldn't remember the name of the planet. He had been to so many here recently that he didn't know exactly where he was. The troubles of a Zeltron drifter. He looked over to see two Yuzzum complaining about someone blocking the bathroom. As Al hear the word he realized he had to go. He left his drink on the table as he stood up and walked to the bathroom noticing an Abyssin standing halfway in front of the door. Al raised his hand to push the door open when the Abyssin tossed him back.
"No one gets in," the Abyssin growled at Alberis.
Al glared up at him,"I have to take a leak." He stood his ground with the Abyssin. His inner voice yelling for him to run since the guy was so large. The Abyssin laughed however and then held the door open for Alberis. Al shrugged it off and walked on in his first sight being a bunch of shirtless and shoeless men standing around. He stares a little dumbfound wondering just how strong his drink was. A small rodian asked Al for his shirt and shoes, and he didn't argue like he probably should. He zipped off his shirt and removed his boots. A shirtless Gamorrian whistled to get everyone's attention. All of the shirtless guys step back so that the Gamorrian stands in the middle of the cirle.
"Alright listen up," the Gamorrian begins. "RULE NUMBER ONE: You do not talk about FIGHT CLUB.RULE NUMBER TWO: You DO NOT talk about FIGHT CLUB. RULE NUMBER THREE: If someone says "stop" or goes limp, taps out the fight is over. RULE NUMBER FOUR: Only two guys to a fight.RULE NUMBER FIVE: One fight at a time. RULE NUMBER SIX: No shirts, no shoes.RULE NUMBER SEVEN: Fights will go on as long as they have to. RULE NUMBER EIGHT: If this is your first night at FIGHT CLUB, you HAVE to fight."
A smirk graced Alberis' face he wasn't sure what he got himself into but knew he was going to like it.
"No one gets in," the Abyssin growled at Alberis.
Al glared up at him,"I have to take a leak." He stood his ground with the Abyssin. His inner voice yelling for him to run since the guy was so large. The Abyssin laughed however and then held the door open for Alberis. Al shrugged it off and walked on in his first sight being a bunch of shirtless and shoeless men standing around. He stares a little dumbfound wondering just how strong his drink was. A small rodian asked Al for his shirt and shoes, and he didn't argue like he probably should. He zipped off his shirt and removed his boots. A shirtless Gamorrian whistled to get everyone's attention. All of the shirtless guys step back so that the Gamorrian stands in the middle of the cirle.
"Alright listen up," the Gamorrian begins. "RULE NUMBER ONE: You do not talk about FIGHT CLUB.RULE NUMBER TWO: You DO NOT talk about FIGHT CLUB. RULE NUMBER THREE: If someone says "stop" or goes limp, taps out the fight is over. RULE NUMBER FOUR: Only two guys to a fight.RULE NUMBER FIVE: One fight at a time. RULE NUMBER SIX: No shirts, no shoes.RULE NUMBER SEVEN: Fights will go on as long as they have to. RULE NUMBER EIGHT: If this is your first night at FIGHT CLUB, you HAVE to fight."
A smirk graced Alberis' face he wasn't sure what he got himself into but knew he was going to like it.