Balkar Din
Con-dude extraordinaire
"Alright, alright, i'll get the money to ya soon. No sweat, Keegs." A muffled alien language could be heard from anyone nearby in the bar. "Yeah, of course, tomorrow. You got it." As soon as he shut the communicator off, Balkar laughed to himself. "Right. Two million by tomorrow. The guy's crazy!" Taking a sip of corellian ale, he leaned back in his booth and waved a server droid over for another round. drinks were among the only debts he ever paid back. And even that was on a good day. What, a man couldn't enjoy the pleasure of free ale once in a while?
[member="Marona Rayheart"]
[member="Marona Rayheart"]