The Duke
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Jan 2, 2019
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A forgotten bar on a forgotten moon outside Cyborrea
The Duke sits at a table in a deep Burgundy linen suit, his hat low on his head. He sips slowly from a whiskey and ginger. He sits alone, but does not appear to be waiting for anyone.
The atmosphere of the bar is relaxed. There is a low cloud of sweet smelling smoke from the clientele and a two-piece band plays from one corner.
The Duke's eyes dart from under his hat as he looks around the bar. He's bored and so is seeking out someone to beat at cards.
The Twi'leki couple, clearly on a date - they wouldn't be interested in his stories or his cards. Similarly the Duros, staring deep into the bottom of his empty flagon, clearly doesn't have the enthusiasm - or the ready funds.
As his eyes darted, as was his custom, he also takes in his surroundings, in particular the entrances and exits. It is to one of these that his attention is suddenly drawn...
@Richie B.
A forgotten bar on a forgotten moon outside Cyborrea
The Duke sits at a table in a deep Burgundy linen suit, his hat low on his head. He sips slowly from a whiskey and ginger. He sits alone, but does not appear to be waiting for anyone.
The atmosphere of the bar is relaxed. There is a low cloud of sweet smelling smoke from the clientele and a two-piece band plays from one corner.
The Duke's eyes dart from under his hat as he looks around the bar. He's bored and so is seeking out someone to beat at cards.
The Twi'leki couple, clearly on a date - they wouldn't be interested in his stories or his cards. Similarly the Duros, staring deep into the bottom of his empty flagon, clearly doesn't have the enthusiasm - or the ready funds.
As his eyes darted, as was his custom, he also takes in his surroundings, in particular the entrances and exits. It is to one of these that his attention is suddenly drawn...
@Richie B.