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The sandstorm raged outside the small cantina. This was an annoyance for sure. He wanted to be making last-minute preparations for the swoop races later that night. He had come to Tatooine to practice his skills before taking them back to Nar Shaddaa. It was easier to race in the desert than in the tight confines of the city, most of the time at least.
He glanced over at the window, still seeing the sands whip outside. The locals said it would still be some time before the storm died down enough to go outside and they assured him it would pass long before the races. Now all there was to do was wait. He held the empty glass of whiskey up to the bartender. "I guess keep em' coming for now." he said, sliding the glass away from him.
He leaned back on his chair. He glanced up at the halo-projector. It was some local game he didn't about. The bartender brought back another whiskey. "Thanks." he said to man before turning his attention back up towards the screen.