Darren Onyx
Fallen
Onyx walked through the dust storm that was coming into the spaceport of Mos Eisley. He had been there doing small bounty jobs, earning a fair amount of credits. Though it was, like in the past, always wasted on drinking.
Walking into the Mos Eisley Cantina, Onyx walked over to his usual seat in the corner, adjacent to the band. Ordering his usual Kuaty Whiskey from the astromech he sat there waiting. He didn't know what for, but it was for something or someone. He just needed someone to talk to. Hopefully tonight, unlike so many other nights, he wouldn't be alone.
@[member="Kiyala Demont"]
Walking into the Mos Eisley Cantina, Onyx walked over to his usual seat in the corner, adjacent to the band. Ordering his usual Kuaty Whiskey from the astromech he sat there waiting. He didn't know what for, but it was for something or someone. He just needed someone to talk to. Hopefully tonight, unlike so many other nights, he wouldn't be alone.
@[member="Kiyala Demont"]