Character
Kuat Sector, Moon of Bador, City of Bunar, Paradise Cantina
Tag:
Ibra Sest
It was a lively night at Paradise Cantina. The whole establishment was packed with numerous beings from all over. With music playing overhead with the sound system laughter and shouts were uttered below. Bets were made, won and lost at the gambling tables. Most were just enjoying themselves from the obvious ways throughout the cantina.
An astromech with a tray of drinks rolled over to a far table occupied by almost Alliance soldiers. Unlike many of their military comrades they wore a red shoulder patch displaying fierce talons painted black. The droid halted, allowing a large Klatooinian to start grabbing the beverages, passing them out to some of his comrades. Others were already drinking or eating and in one case smoking to their hearts' content. Without her usual helmet Minerva looked on at the end of the table while holding a half empty glass of Corellian ale.
The night is just getting started. She thought with growing amusement, reinforced by the Mirialan private named Hall coughing repeatedly after he tried to drink hot sauce on a dare. His companions hollered in merriment at his expanse.
Farm boy thought he could drink anything. He has only himself to blame but he is making his squad mates happy.
Subsequently her commlink beeped a signal that she's been waiting over. Downing the last of the ale, Minerva got up from her seat, telling the Klatooinian opposite from here
"Gakot it appears our newest member has arrived. I'll go fetch her. You stay here and keep this pack from burning down the joint."
Giving a toothy grin Gakot nodded.
"Can't make promises LT. Best you get back soon or miss all the fun."
Rolling her eyes Minerva put on the helemt before turning around and walked off. She had to push through and move around patrons and server droids. It was long until reaching the entrance…