Bretharr was in a cantina, having a long overdue rest from service on the frontlines after another operation. It felt like he had been fighting for... Months. He probably had been, and was just going mad. But now he was relaxing in a bar on one of the higher levels of Coruscant, a popular haven for service men and women. He hoped to see his CO, as he wanted a little talk with him. Just a few words of thanks etc. He hoped to see others as well, but for now, he was taking sips out of this very sweet cocktail he had just purchased, made of fruit and other alcohol. He would also be watching the sport on the TV, but not paying much attention.
(No Hutt characters, death disabled, injury disabled, no shenanigans)