Deathless
CORELLIA
DARKLIGHT DANCE CLUB
0130 LOCAL
TWO HOURS PAST THAL'S BEDTIME
"LOOK OUT FOR THAT BIG SON OF A queen!"Thal grabbed the local that said it, and threw him about four feet in the air, and then about eight feet in another direction. Someone else threw a bottle at Thal's torso. The bottle didn't break, but it hurt like hell. The entire bar was in an uproar, Thal had set off a chain reaction of drunk assholes beating each other to death. Or, trying to, as best as they could.
Thal pointed a finger at the man across the bar who was his real target.
He had at least thirty drunk assholes between him, and cleaving in the man who had a hand in his imprisonment at the Red Tower skull. Not at direct fault. Thal had tracked him down with the help of the shapeshifting Jedi woman who he met- and he had come to meet the man's reckoning.
But first- a good old fashioned barfight between him, that guy, and revenge.