Darkgear needed a drink.
The mercenary walked into the establishment, looking around carefully to evade security. It looked like a party was going down here, and parties usually meant free booze, which was better for his bank account. He'd been out of a job ever since thag little incident with Revamp happened. It was nothing personal, just a little arguement with the Trandoshan King himself that got a little violent, no big deal. Ok, so what if he left a bunch of lizard mercenaries dead? Big deal, his ass.
Well, at least Vinskk had liked him enough to the point where he simply fired him and told him to stay far away instead of simply killing the Mandalorian. It's a good day if you're still alive. But free alcohol was calling his name now as he sauntered over to the bar, trying to look somewhat in place next to the hat-clad man and long-haired beauty.
"Gimme a...hm, I'm feelin' fancy today. Gimme a Coruscanti Martini."
He said all this lowly in his Dxun accent, which was almost like a Concordian accent, except a bit more lilted. The bartender on wait got to work, mixing and shaking to create the substance that the mercenary desired.
Now he waited, and hoped that no one made conversation with him.
Aw, who are we kidding? Of course the charmer got straight to work hitting on the woman nearby. Classic Darkgear.
"It's gonna be a nice party, huh? Once the people show up, anyways."
He said this to the beautiful lady, throwing a little wink to make his intentions clear. The scoundrel was handsome enough, if you ignored all of the scars (unless you're into that rugged look), but his charm was what solidified the package.
And boy, he could charm. Liam waited for a reply, showing off an impressive little grin that hid his sharp teeth and true, almost crazy, smile.
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