Coruscant- Wayyy Under Levels
With the riots increasing, he had opted to leave his saber in his speeder. He would stop in his walk and check his chrono, check in time. Activating his comm, he'd wait for the inevitable voicemail of his Master. She'd likely be asleep at this hour. "Master, checking in. So far, no sign of my quarry.. But.. I've heard rumor of sickness in the under levels. I'm going to investigate a bit, see if it warrants more bodies. Drast, out." deactivating the comm, he'd tuck it into his breastplate and keep walking. Hopefully it was just a bad bug going around, maybe someone had some cold orobird, he didn't know. All he knew, was that he was hungry.
As the thought crossed his mind, he'd look up just in time to notice a bar with words in neon bright colors. But one particular line really caught his attention: '& Grille'. Jackpot. Whew, luck really seemed to be with him on this one. He'd whistle as he entered the bar, it was fairly empty, save for a few patrons milling about. Reaching the bar, he'd nod to the tender. "Corellian Whiskey, three fingers." the zabrak would nod before heading off.
@Aurius