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NAR SHADDAA
21:45
Abrakhal Grisgoh stomped down the loading ramp, vaguely grimacing past the greasy dock worker. He beckoned Abe to stop, but Abe simply thumbed over his shoulder, shoved the worker's droid aside, and said, "It's his ship." The confused worker looked back at the transport to find the pilot exiting in similar wonder, shoved aside in similar regard by Richard, whom, despite a lack of facial and vocal expression, seemed a gentler sort with a benign yet monotoned, "Sorry".
Abe's browned coattails whipped behind his heels as he tramped through crisscrossing bodies out into the busy suspended streets of Nar Shaddaa, cutting through traffic toward The Fan Flick, a smaller two story club. He looked as average as anyone, hiding his lightsaber in the left leg of his boxer-briefs under his pants, partially unbuttoned civilian's shirt, and long tatty coat. Richard called out to him, trying to keep up, "Master. Sir. Master, sir. Sir Grisgoh. Master Grisgoh, sir."
"What, Richard?" Abe snapped, without breaking stride. "Sir, why have we returned?" Abe snorted, "To find that slime Thesto and make him give me back my- We talked about this. Are you glitching?" "No, sir. My memory banks are perfectly-" "Then you know why," Abe interrupted. "But you said it wasn't worth it. That the parts weren't enough to pay for the trip, even if they were functional." "Yes, but now I owe that pilot, what's-his-name, a favor and we're going to get my credits back, and then some." "Yes, but didn't you say-" "I'm saying now that we're getting my credits back and then some, got it Dick??" Richard paused, "Yes, sir."
Abe reached The Fan Flick, finding it difficult to stop marching forward, and stood in line. Agonizing over the wait, he shifted from leg to leg with many a huff and puff until reaching security. They went to frisk him, but he shoved them when they got too close to his member, and played it off as offensive but complied with the rest of the search. Since it was a smaller club, security wasn't as tight.
So, he entered into the bumping music and flashing neon lights, Richard forced to wait outside, and walked to the bar counter to debate whether or not he should drink right now. Normally he'd jump at the chance, but right now he was fuming and focused, despite the debilitating atmosphere. The bartender was busy with another patron, so it didn't look awkward for Abe to be waiting there without a drink, and luckily for him, he couldn't get a drink if he wanted to.
@Luno