Barkeep
Sal hummed a tune while social etiquette was made clear to Mr Hawk by the girl dumping crimson onto an already stained floor. He found her a glass, gave it a critical eye, then topped it with whiskey and after a quiet moment of reflection, reached under the bar and dropped a yellow umbrella into it. It was then he caught the comment about spit and thought to himself that it might improve the overall quality of the beverage in general but said nothing, turned and deposited it in front of
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“No ruder than bleeding all over my floor, which isn’t very rude at all, all things considered.” he replied nonchalantly and in one motion dipped, snatched a blaster from under the bar and fired a shot between the girl and Black Hawk . The bolt found a new home in the upper thigh of a Rodian who had just stepped over the threshold. The sentient fell face first with a howl of pain. “You’re bloody barred Yendd.” the Rodian may have slipped a response in between his sobs of anguish as he crawled back out the door but Sal didn’t catch it. He slipped the blaster back into its place and set about cleaning the bar top.
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.“No ruder than bleeding all over my floor, which isn’t very rude at all, all things considered.” he replied nonchalantly and in one motion dipped, snatched a blaster from under the bar and fired a shot between the girl and Black Hawk . The bolt found a new home in the upper thigh of a Rodian who had just stepped over the threshold. The sentient fell face first with a howl of pain. “You’re bloody barred Yendd.” the Rodian may have slipped a response in between his sobs of anguish as he crawled back out the door but Sal didn’t catch it. He slipped the blaster back into its place and set about cleaning the bar top.