Despite disliking Nar Shaddaa for all of the obvious reasons, Briar's work tended to bring her to the Smuggler's Moon more often than not. It wasn't entirely surprising, given the nature of chasing down criminals, but still. They could have at least picked some place more aesthetically pleasing than what was essentially the asshole of the galaxy.
Complete with Hutt shaped hemorrhoids.
At the current moment, though, there was something far more pressing on Briar's mind: finding a place with a stiff drink. There was no shortage of grimy dive shitholes to choose from, but Briar had grown fond of a specific place during all of her stays here. The liquor was cheap and the foot was surprisingly edible, the latter being maybe the rarest find on the entire moon.
She strode into Shanko's, hands stuffed into the pockets of her jacket, scanning around the place to take stock of her surroundings while a barely lit cigarette hung lazily from her lips. It wasn't busy at the moment which Briar appreciated, though there was the typical Nar Shadaaian denizens you'd expect milling about.
Briar spotted a Toydarian named Blunto she recognized and gave him a nod, Blunto returning her greeting with a dirty toothed smile. He was a drug dealer and could get pretty much anything if the price was right. Including discreet information, which was generally all Briar procured from him. Generally.
Sliding into one of the numerous open seats at the bar, Briar put her cigarette out in a nearby ashtray before hailing down the bartender with a flash of credits and a playful smile.
Double Corellian whisky, neat. She said before sliding over a credit chit worth way more than any single drink would cost. And keep them coming.
Getting her drink, Briar took a short sip and let the warming feeling of alcohol grease her gears and relax her otherwise hidden tenseness. She didn't have a lot of time to waste, her current job was sort of time sensitive, but she needed the drink and hopefully someone around would be able to give her the lead that she needed.
Complete with Hutt shaped hemorrhoids.
At the current moment, though, there was something far more pressing on Briar's mind: finding a place with a stiff drink. There was no shortage of grimy dive shitholes to choose from, but Briar had grown fond of a specific place during all of her stays here. The liquor was cheap and the foot was surprisingly edible, the latter being maybe the rarest find on the entire moon.
She strode into Shanko's, hands stuffed into the pockets of her jacket, scanning around the place to take stock of her surroundings while a barely lit cigarette hung lazily from her lips. It wasn't busy at the moment which Briar appreciated, though there was the typical Nar Shadaaian denizens you'd expect milling about.
Briar spotted a Toydarian named Blunto she recognized and gave him a nod, Blunto returning her greeting with a dirty toothed smile. He was a drug dealer and could get pretty much anything if the price was right. Including discreet information, which was generally all Briar procured from him. Generally.
Sliding into one of the numerous open seats at the bar, Briar put her cigarette out in a nearby ashtray before hailing down the bartender with a flash of credits and a playful smile.
Double Corellian whisky, neat. She said before sliding over a credit chit worth way more than any single drink would cost. And keep them coming.
Getting her drink, Briar took a short sip and let the warming feeling of alcohol grease her gears and relax her otherwise hidden tenseness. She didn't have a lot of time to waste, her current job was sort of time sensitive, but she needed the drink and hopefully someone around would be able to give her the lead that she needed.