The Vexillion, a Fine Dining Restaurant Located on one of Coruscant's Mega-Buildings.
It was a pleasant day on Coruscant. Well, as pleasant as a polluted cess pit of a planet can get. Light rays from the setting sun penetrated the Vexillion's huge windows, illuminating its occupants and tableware alike in a warm glow. The huge windows could accommodate at least five tables for two and in the middle window, in the middle table, a man dressed in a pinstripe suit sat on a fancy wooden chair. He smoked a fat cigar, displeasing the surrounding patrons and the manager of the establishment.
The man was Erdric Carrudo and quite frankly, he didn't give a fat f*ck if the people around him were choking to death on the noxious fumes of his cigar. The owner of this place owed him some serious money and that meant that Erdric could do whatever the hell he so desired. The occupants should be happy he wasn't snorting spice and yelling something about his little friend...
Anyways, Erdric rested one hand on the table in front of him and tapped his index finger idly. He was waiting for a black man who was a lawman of sorts. A lawman of sorts who wanted to buy illegal stuff. Erdric just had to make sure this lovely black man was cool.
It was a pleasant day on Coruscant. Well, as pleasant as a polluted cess pit of a planet can get. Light rays from the setting sun penetrated the Vexillion's huge windows, illuminating its occupants and tableware alike in a warm glow. The huge windows could accommodate at least five tables for two and in the middle window, in the middle table, a man dressed in a pinstripe suit sat on a fancy wooden chair. He smoked a fat cigar, displeasing the surrounding patrons and the manager of the establishment.
The man was Erdric Carrudo and quite frankly, he didn't give a fat f*ck if the people around him were choking to death on the noxious fumes of his cigar. The owner of this place owed him some serious money and that meant that Erdric could do whatever the hell he so desired. The occupants should be happy he wasn't snorting spice and yelling something about his little friend...
Anyways, Erdric rested one hand on the table in front of him and tapped his index finger idly. He was waiting for a black man who was a lawman of sorts. A lawman of sorts who wanted to buy illegal stuff. Erdric just had to make sure this lovely black man was cool.