- Joined
- Jun 11, 2019
- Messages
- 136
- Reaction score
- 53
The speakers blasting the music were not only well worn but they were not the best in quality either. Still it was more than enough to supply the Lane-House with the proper ambiance. All sorts of people were at the borderline dive bar that also doubled as a repair shop for ships and speeders alike.
The drinks were cheap, the music consistent and best of all it was on Mimban and away from any annoying Imperials or their Sith overlords. Stepping away from one of the game tables Brent took two empty bottles and set them on the bar counter to get them traded out for some new ones. So far he knew better than to get something that was not pre-sealed. Chances were with how busy things were the glasses were not getting completely cleaned and Brent was not about drink out of a plastic cup if he had a choice.
The man had decided to take a break from his normal work of repairing rebel ships. The Drast had wiped the grime and cleaned up well enough to seem like any other wayward
Taking the cool brews back over to the game table he held out the bottle in his left hand for the lady he had been competing against. She was good, he had to admit but the man was not trying to win. Well, he was but that was not his priority. Instead he was just enjoying some company, some loud music and a steady buzz.
The Galactic Alliance had made some moves recently and he was here to celebrate with many of them. "Aay turn that up!" He shouted to the bartender so he could at least semi-hear at least one of the latest Episodes of The Emperor In Paradise. Whatever his feelings towards the Empire were, he had to admit that it was entertaining holo-series.