Good Ol' Scoundrel
[member="Sarge Potteiger"]
Thick smoke. Strong stench of various alcoholic drinks. Sentients from all over the galaxy.
A classical cantina.
And Zef loved nothing more than that. Being back in the Mandalorian ranks, the scoundrel had less time to venture off in such establishments. It's not like the Mandalorians did not enjoy such establishments, they did and they had plenty of them. Problem was they liked their cantinas and taverns full of their own. Now Zef as a Mandalorian did not have anything against that but living most of his life as a smuggler, cantinas such as this one became a second home to him.
The scoundrel had remained with his scarce armor and helmet on while making his way towards the bar. He knew that people's eyes were following him but he knew that most would be intimidated and cause him no trouble. Additionally, just like most Mandalorians who cherishes drinks withou taking their helmets off, Zef's helmet came with a straw that would pop out of his helmet to aid him in consuming drinks without taking his helmet off.
"Corellian spiced ale." He gestured towards the bottle.
Nothing better than a good old skool drink.
Thick smoke. Strong stench of various alcoholic drinks. Sentients from all over the galaxy.
A classical cantina.
And Zef loved nothing more than that. Being back in the Mandalorian ranks, the scoundrel had less time to venture off in such establishments. It's not like the Mandalorians did not enjoy such establishments, they did and they had plenty of them. Problem was they liked their cantinas and taverns full of their own. Now Zef as a Mandalorian did not have anything against that but living most of his life as a smuggler, cantinas such as this one became a second home to him.
The scoundrel had remained with his scarce armor and helmet on while making his way towards the bar. He knew that people's eyes were following him but he knew that most would be intimidated and cause him no trouble. Additionally, just like most Mandalorians who cherishes drinks withou taking their helmets off, Zef's helmet came with a straw that would pop out of his helmet to aid him in consuming drinks without taking his helmet off.
"Corellian spiced ale." He gestured towards the bottle.
Nothing better than a good old skool drink.