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Bars look about the same on every planet. Depressed people, surly workers, cheap liquor and bad decorations. The only thing that set Tatooine's apart was the dust. Layers of the stuff covered just everything in the tiny cantina, from the chairs to the table to the mugs themselves. Lorena wiped some off the rim and took a sip, grumbling at the stale taste. She spun the glass around, and took another from the dusty side.
Actually tasted a lot better this way.
She finished her round and ordered another, passing time before her partner showed. A Hutt, if the rumors were right. She just hoped he'd be one of the young ones. Once they started lounging around for years on end, Hutts were pretty much useless on the job. Intimidation and credits only went so far when you needed to actually, you know. Move around.
Today's job probably wouldn't involve a lot of that, though. Finding evidence to disqualify a couple swoop pilots. Super easy. It'd been her experience that the lot of 'em were strung out on something or another noon to night. Still, on the incredible off-chance she was wrong . . . Lorena tapped the black-wrapped package next to her on the booth. Better safe than sorry.
Her third pint of the day came a moment later, dusty as the last two. She was minding that less and less as the afternoon went on.
Actually tasted a lot better this way.
She finished her round and ordered another, passing time before her partner showed. A Hutt, if the rumors were right. She just hoped he'd be one of the young ones. Once they started lounging around for years on end, Hutts were pretty much useless on the job. Intimidation and credits only went so far when you needed to actually, you know. Move around.
Today's job probably wouldn't involve a lot of that, though. Finding evidence to disqualify a couple swoop pilots. Super easy. It'd been her experience that the lot of 'em were strung out on something or another noon to night. Still, on the incredible off-chance she was wrong . . . Lorena tapped the black-wrapped package next to her on the booth. Better safe than sorry.
Her third pint of the day came a moment later, dusty as the last two. She was minding that less and less as the afternoon went on.