William Kerkov Jr.
Character
Anyone within a block could hear Bill and his boys singing to the high heavens, drunk off their asses. Of Bill's numerous crew, Bill had taken the eight nearest to him on the ship, not emotionally, but the eight people within the closest proximity, and taken them for a night on the town of the traditionally criminal world. Bill chugged down his last glass, a near ten seconds after every other crew man. It seemed he would be the sucker to get the next round. Whether or not that was intentional, was up to the crewmen.
Bill stumbled from his chair, the local swill they called beer sloshed in his belly as he slowly walked to the bar. He purchased another round and began to walk back to his table when he, through complete fault of his own, collided with [member="Sero Valrel"], dropping several glasses. As the frothy drink splattered across the floor, Bill looked at the very large man he had bumped into, and said in a rather nasty tone,
"You better be prepared to pay for those, Hutt scum."
Bill stumbled from his chair, the local swill they called beer sloshed in his belly as he slowly walked to the bar. He purchased another round and began to walk back to his table when he, through complete fault of his own, collided with [member="Sero Valrel"], dropping several glasses. As the frothy drink splattered across the floor, Bill looked at the very large man he had bumped into, and said in a rather nasty tone,
"You better be prepared to pay for those, Hutt scum."
