Dante Cutler
New Member
Wet Bantha.
Thats what it smelt like when Davin walked into the Cantina. It was a small one just on the corner, nothing special, well nothing special to him at least. Davin hadn't been to Tatooine in over a year, he didn't remember it being as hot as it was but found a way to deal with it, even under his helmet. Davin sat in front of the entrance after stepping in he wiped the sand and dust from his poncho and off of his boots, the dust seemed to dance in the air as it was forced off. A slight echo in Davins breath could be heard as it bounced off of the inside of his helmet. He walked up to the bar, sat down and ordered. Davin always liked beers, he didn't know why but the taste of them also seemed to calm him. The stock of Davins rifle pushed it way out of the top of the poncho for easy accesses and was strapped around the front. He held a DL-44 on his left thigh and a belt full of accessories. The Cantina was packed, almost shoulder to shoulder, the loud music of the band rushed into everyone's conversations making them speak louder to compensate. This turned into almost a roar as bottle broke over tables and bar tenders yelled and fights broke out. Davin was there to gather information on a target he was hired by just a few months back. The man was Krava One-shot a human that hired him to take out a target but never followed up on his payment. Davin was stupid enough to take the payment after the job, a mistake he would NEVER make again.