Crix Dolan (TL8)
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- Joined
- Dec 15, 2018
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The smuggler stepped into a smokey dive bar and made his way to a booth in the back. He was exhausted. The Hutta strike had been terribly taxing and he needed a little R&R before he made his way to Al'doleem, to confront Leah. He sank into the soft vinyl booth satisfied sigh as he sank into the chair's welcoming embrace.
The tuckered scoundrel rested his head on his arms until the severdroid arrived. He ordered a double Dantooine Rye, neat. As he awaited his whiskey he leaned back in the seat resting his head on the back of the chair lazily, while pulling a ratty pack of Bantha Cigarettes from a pocket in his leather jacket. He slipped a smoke into his lip and lit up breathing deep. The Smuggler loved to hate this habit, but right now all he cared about was the relief washing over him.
Crix absentmindedly traced the small puckered scar on his right cheek, as he began to process everything that's happened to him since Kashyyyk. His mind found it's way back to Leah and he lingered in their adventure a moment before he forced himself on to the vision he'd had on the Wookies homeworld. He rubbed his temples as frustration settled behind his eyes in the form of a tension headache.
The droid returned placing his whiskey and a glass of water on the table. Crix thanked the droid and then threw back the shot ordering another before the droid could retreat. He picked up the glass of water and sipped at it. He was meeting Beau here for a drink, but the senior smuggler wouldn't mind if he pre-gamed a little. Crix could feel the force attempting to stir in his spirit, but as the droid set down the second shot, Crix extinguished the feeling with incoming inebriation. The familiar warmth of a buzz spread across his body and he sank a little lower into the booth, draping an arm across the seat back and languidly draping a leg over the top of the table. He could feel the stress of his eventual "Come to The Force" moment abate as the droid returned with a third double.
Crix didn't shoot the final shot, instead, he sipped it and finished his water. He was in the mood to get blackout, but he needed his buddy on the same level first. For a moment, Crix thought he saw someone he recognized, but he shook it off. In a galaxy of this size, there was no way he was going to run into someone he knew in a random bar on Dathomir.
@Sreeya
The tuckered scoundrel rested his head on his arms until the severdroid arrived. He ordered a double Dantooine Rye, neat. As he awaited his whiskey he leaned back in the seat resting his head on the back of the chair lazily, while pulling a ratty pack of Bantha Cigarettes from a pocket in his leather jacket. He slipped a smoke into his lip and lit up breathing deep. The Smuggler loved to hate this habit, but right now all he cared about was the relief washing over him.
Crix absentmindedly traced the small puckered scar on his right cheek, as he began to process everything that's happened to him since Kashyyyk. His mind found it's way back to Leah and he lingered in their adventure a moment before he forced himself on to the vision he'd had on the Wookies homeworld. He rubbed his temples as frustration settled behind his eyes in the form of a tension headache.
The droid returned placing his whiskey and a glass of water on the table. Crix thanked the droid and then threw back the shot ordering another before the droid could retreat. He picked up the glass of water and sipped at it. He was meeting Beau here for a drink, but the senior smuggler wouldn't mind if he pre-gamed a little. Crix could feel the force attempting to stir in his spirit, but as the droid set down the second shot, Crix extinguished the feeling with incoming inebriation. The familiar warmth of a buzz spread across his body and he sank a little lower into the booth, draping an arm across the seat back and languidly draping a leg over the top of the table. He could feel the stress of his eventual "Come to The Force" moment abate as the droid returned with a third double.
Crix didn't shoot the final shot, instead, he sipped it and finished his water. He was in the mood to get blackout, but he needed his buddy on the same level first. For a moment, Crix thought he saw someone he recognized, but he shook it off. In a galaxy of this size, there was no way he was going to run into someone he knew in a random bar on Dathomir.
@Sreeya