Daggibus sat solemnly at the bar. The place was rugged, with tables and chairs having their share of chipped edges and crimson bloodstains, a stark difference from the famous, grand resorts of this planet, Ord Cantrell. The way inside wasn't a pretty sight either. Huts on the streets, beggars at every corner, you would think that it was some underground planet, yet Ord Cantrell bordered the Mid Rim. Even if so close, the Outer Rim always brings filthiness and danger to any planet it contains.
The bar was packed, with some bands of lowlives hanging around at the tables and bar, putting all the payment on their tab while they drank their hearts away. Daggibus's business was upright, it held its feet, but the Givin had major fears of the business going lopsided if something were to go wrong. Then, he would have nothing. His crew gave respect to him when he was speaking to them, but he knew that if the business went down, if the credits stopped flowing, they would be gone in an instant. While he was drinking this, his crew were probably half-drunk, doping around the dark streets mumbling nonsense. Hopefully, they didn't get into enough trouble for them to be killed, or worse, arrested.
The bartender asked if he could get Daggibus anything, calling him 'skelly' in his question, as he swiftly moved in front of Daggibus. He was a well-groomed man, with a ginger handlebar mustache and slicked-back hair of the same color, but that comment really irked the Givin a bit. "Just get me a cup of Ardees," Daggibus asked, with a soft gruffness with his tone. The bartender would reply that they had some more Jawa Juice in the back, promising to be back in a flash. As the bartender scurried away, being aggravated by some drunk folk demanding more drinks, Daggibus sat quietly.
While he sat, some drunk fella, shaved head with a scar across his left cheek, approached Daggibus, taking the seat right next to him. He seemed to be looking at Daggibus as if he was examining him, an exotic species in the galaxy. This was of course not from personal interest, but the effects of alcohol on the mind. As Daggibus got his drink, the man asked if he was wearing another man's skull as a mask, in which point Daggibus responded with a "I'll shoot you dead if you don't leave me alone," which was enough to make the drunk scarily wander away.
The bar was packed, with some bands of lowlives hanging around at the tables and bar, putting all the payment on their tab while they drank their hearts away. Daggibus's business was upright, it held its feet, but the Givin had major fears of the business going lopsided if something were to go wrong. Then, he would have nothing. His crew gave respect to him when he was speaking to them, but he knew that if the business went down, if the credits stopped flowing, they would be gone in an instant. While he was drinking this, his crew were probably half-drunk, doping around the dark streets mumbling nonsense. Hopefully, they didn't get into enough trouble for them to be killed, or worse, arrested.
The bartender asked if he could get Daggibus anything, calling him 'skelly' in his question, as he swiftly moved in front of Daggibus. He was a well-groomed man, with a ginger handlebar mustache and slicked-back hair of the same color, but that comment really irked the Givin a bit. "Just get me a cup of Ardees," Daggibus asked, with a soft gruffness with his tone. The bartender would reply that they had some more Jawa Juice in the back, promising to be back in a flash. As the bartender scurried away, being aggravated by some drunk folk demanding more drinks, Daggibus sat quietly.
While he sat, some drunk fella, shaved head with a scar across his left cheek, approached Daggibus, taking the seat right next to him. He seemed to be looking at Daggibus as if he was examining him, an exotic species in the galaxy. This was of course not from personal interest, but the effects of alcohol on the mind. As Daggibus got his drink, the man asked if he was wearing another man's skull as a mask, in which point Daggibus responded with a "I'll shoot you dead if you don't leave me alone," which was enough to make the drunk scarily wander away.
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