Eire Saf'Voak
Character
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NOk0mkwnmZQ
The reporter sat at the small bar, the stench of stale cigarette smoke lingering in the air. The reporter sighed as he watched a waitress reel back in disgust as the drunken reporter attempted to grab her arm. Several profanity-riddled sentences and a few cigarette puffs later, the reporter finally extinguished his unfiltered cigarette in a nearby ashtray, downed his shot of whiskey, and slowly pulled himself to his feet.
He slowly stumbled over to the Sabacc table in the back, a drunken grin on his face. "You...y-y-you guys...gots...r-r-room for one more?", He slurred, slowly leaning upon the table, spectating the game. Slowly, he leaned over the shoulder of a large, Chiss gambler and examined his cards before stumbling over to the other side of the table, facing a Twi'lek male and whispering in the Twi'lek's ear.
"He's got a Pure Sabacc hand."
Suddenly, the Chiss gambler across the table's eyes went wide as he leaped up from the table, obviously hearing the jackass reporter.
"Are you tryin' to get killed, dumbass?", The Chiss barked, marching over to the reporter. "H-hey, man. Woah...Look, w-we can just-", The reporter was interuppted as the Chiss's hand struck his stomach, sending the reporter to his knees as he gasped for air.
[member="Aurelia Rennan"]
The reporter sat at the small bar, the stench of stale cigarette smoke lingering in the air. The reporter sighed as he watched a waitress reel back in disgust as the drunken reporter attempted to grab her arm. Several profanity-riddled sentences and a few cigarette puffs later, the reporter finally extinguished his unfiltered cigarette in a nearby ashtray, downed his shot of whiskey, and slowly pulled himself to his feet.
He slowly stumbled over to the Sabacc table in the back, a drunken grin on his face. "You...y-y-you guys...gots...r-r-room for one more?", He slurred, slowly leaning upon the table, spectating the game. Slowly, he leaned over the shoulder of a large, Chiss gambler and examined his cards before stumbling over to the other side of the table, facing a Twi'lek male and whispering in the Twi'lek's ear.
"He's got a Pure Sabacc hand."
Suddenly, the Chiss gambler across the table's eyes went wide as he leaped up from the table, obviously hearing the jackass reporter.
"Are you tryin' to get killed, dumbass?", The Chiss barked, marching over to the reporter. "H-hey, man. Woah...Look, w-we can just-", The reporter was interuppted as the Chiss's hand struck his stomach, sending the reporter to his knees as he gasped for air.
[member="Aurelia Rennan"]