The Triple Titted Tauntaun, Corellia
Well hey, look at this, this a shade classier than the usual haunt, even if the name doesn't quite seem like it.
A far cry from the slums of Nar Shaddaa, the spice huts of Tattooine or even the undercity of Coruscant, yes, Corellia was much more of an upper-class joint, at least in comparison (but don't say that to the locals, they're really sensitive about reputation). However, despite this fact, the walking contraceptive commercial Stephanie 'FRAK, WHAT'S THAT SMELL!?” Zenima had managed to come across the dingiest den possible.
Filled to the brim with mercenaries both above and below the law, some with two eyes, some with one and one inexplicably with none. Every mouth here was equipped to sailor and Zenima here was no exception.
The Princess of Piss staggered into the Tauntaun, head of her sledgehammer dragging upon the ground behind her, stone grating upon dubiously stained tile.
“HOY MIN! FA DIV AH HAUV TAE SHUG TAE GET A BEV AROON' 'ERE!?”
The extremely eloquent request was met with a chorus of cheers.
“G-get....dat...Ga...GET DAT GAMORREAN A DRINK!” demanded the man at the bar with no eyes. Wrong species, same smell.
“WAAAAAAY! YE HERD 'IM!” cheered Zenima in absolutely triumph, happy days were here again.
[member="Mao"]
Well hey, look at this, this a shade classier than the usual haunt, even if the name doesn't quite seem like it.
A far cry from the slums of Nar Shaddaa, the spice huts of Tattooine or even the undercity of Coruscant, yes, Corellia was much more of an upper-class joint, at least in comparison (but don't say that to the locals, they're really sensitive about reputation). However, despite this fact, the walking contraceptive commercial Stephanie 'FRAK, WHAT'S THAT SMELL!?” Zenima had managed to come across the dingiest den possible.
Filled to the brim with mercenaries both above and below the law, some with two eyes, some with one and one inexplicably with none. Every mouth here was equipped to sailor and Zenima here was no exception.
The Princess of Piss staggered into the Tauntaun, head of her sledgehammer dragging upon the ground behind her, stone grating upon dubiously stained tile.
“HOY MIN! FA DIV AH HAUV TAE SHUG TAE GET A BEV AROON' 'ERE!?”
The extremely eloquent request was met with a chorus of cheers.
“G-get....dat...Ga...GET DAT GAMORREAN A DRINK!” demanded the man at the bar with no eyes. Wrong species, same smell.
“WAAAAAAY! YE HERD 'IM!” cheered Zenima in absolutely triumph, happy days were here again.
[member="Mao"]