Level 1313, Coruscant
The Swan Dive Bar
It was impressive that Ghorua had never seen the inside of a prison cell before.
The reason bounty hunters often got a bad rap with the populace was because they often skirted the law. Thus, many inexperienced hunters found themselves at the mercy of prison after forgetting to renew their hunting license, or accidentally destroying a building, or saying the wrong thing when speaking to one empire or another. Ghorua was lucky enough to have a comfortable childhood, a superb mentor, and a lucky streak a mile long.
That would change soon enough.
The Swan Dive Bar was about as terrible as the pun that made up it's name. The glasses were never clean, the refreshers were perpetually out of order, and the customer service was abysmal. Considerably, rarely anyone came here. Meaning it was a good place to talk business. The only reason this place was still in business was because of the odd criminal gang renting the place, or bounty hunters meeting for jobs.
Speaking of which...
Ghorua wasn't dressed in his usual armor, instead favoring casual clothes for this meeting. He wore a simple white undershirt, and an enormous jacket tied cleanly around his waist. His shoulder tattoo was easily visible, as was the massive slugthrower in his side-holster.
That was about as casual Ghorua could be.
The Shark glanced to the entrance, his foot tapping under the booth he occupied. He chastised the errant limb, stopping it, but it took only another minute for it to start up again. Someone that didn't know Ghorua might think he was bored.
Others might know better.
He was here to meet a new partner. He hadn't told her much, but he was offering quite the hefty sum. Hopefully, the Pugilist herself didn't get cold feet.
- [member="Jaya Tandris"] -