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JEDHA
11:15
Shouts quarreled within a merchant's tent along the road of stalls and shops, the holy city in the backdrop. Heads turned toward the trouble, timid in their faith of the city's security. A bulky, bearded human stumbled backwards out of the tent, almost tripping on his own coattails, a half-sized older human wagging his finger out after him. He yelled something about never having sold liquor in his life, it being an evil drug, and threatened if he ever saw the big man again that he'd force him to bathe in the trough out back like the animal he is.
"Like I'd ever return to your shabby sock establishhment," Abe slurred with a wave of his flask, dousing the outer tent with a thin line of single malt. He blindly stepped backwards and looked to his flask, muttering a slur under his breath, "Ewok," kicking back a shot before realizing it only contained less than a sip left and bumped into someone.
@Isaac of Inok @Terria Cyrrl