TriDaan
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[OOC: just looking to get a little experience in a nonchalant duel, haven't done one before so this will be a learning experience for me]
Jarak, a tall and powerfully built male Zabrak, had already had quite a bit to drink. Jedi training on Tython was going alright, but he had taken a few days off to head to Coruscant and have some fun. He needed it after all those hours spent in the archive halls. He had to head back in the morning, but tonight, tonight he was in the mood for a good bar fight.
He had ended up spending most of his time in a small ramshackle cantina in one of Coruscant's poorer districts. It was quite spacious inside, with a wide and open walkway by the bar, flanked on the other side by tables, the large room bordered by several smoky booths. It was almost like being back home at the good old Mos Eisley Cantina. Downing one last glass of Wookie liquor and gasping slightly, Jarak spun on his stool to face the general assembly of patrons and stood. He aggressively eyed the cantina's customers as only a slightly intoxicated hulking male Zabrak could do, he flexed his finger, cracking his knuckles meaningfully as he scanned the crown. He was searching for an individual who needed to blow off steam as badly as he did and all he needed was the slightest cue.
Jarak, a tall and powerfully built male Zabrak, had already had quite a bit to drink. Jedi training on Tython was going alright, but he had taken a few days off to head to Coruscant and have some fun. He needed it after all those hours spent in the archive halls. He had to head back in the morning, but tonight, tonight he was in the mood for a good bar fight.
He had ended up spending most of his time in a small ramshackle cantina in one of Coruscant's poorer districts. It was quite spacious inside, with a wide and open walkway by the bar, flanked on the other side by tables, the large room bordered by several smoky booths. It was almost like being back home at the good old Mos Eisley Cantina. Downing one last glass of Wookie liquor and gasping slightly, Jarak spun on his stool to face the general assembly of patrons and stood. He aggressively eyed the cantina's customers as only a slightly intoxicated hulking male Zabrak could do, he flexed his finger, cracking his knuckles meaningfully as he scanned the crown. He was searching for an individual who needed to blow off steam as badly as he did and all he needed was the slightest cue.