Dracen Garett
The Count
The Krayt Dragon; Coruscant; 8:45 p.m.
Music played all around. The place was dark, soothing to the soul. Or at least it would be, if Dracen had one. Sitting in the back of the cantina, the man downed his second Bloody Mary, and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. Getting the server droid's attention, he gave it a wave, signaling the desire for yet another round. It took a lot of drink to get him drunk, but oh, did he enjoy the flavor. Scanning the rest of the bar from his seat, he looked for any sign of a fight. The truth was, there would always be a fight. It was as common to see a bar fight as it was to see a bird fly. Someone always wound up not being able to hold his liquor, and he in turn wound up starting some skirmish. A thin smile growing on his face, he watched and waited for the inevitable.
@Eruna Delarra
Music played all around. The place was dark, soothing to the soul. Or at least it would be, if Dracen had one. Sitting in the back of the cantina, the man downed his second Bloody Mary, and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. Getting the server droid's attention, he gave it a wave, signaling the desire for yet another round. It took a lot of drink to get him drunk, but oh, did he enjoy the flavor. Scanning the rest of the bar from his seat, he looked for any sign of a fight. The truth was, there would always be a fight. It was as common to see a bar fight as it was to see a bird fly. Someone always wound up not being able to hold his liquor, and he in turn wound up starting some skirmish. A thin smile growing on his face, he watched and waited for the inevitable.
@Eruna Delarra