Take a Swig o' This [RANDOM BAR THREAD]
Jun 29, 2018 13:07:48 GMT -5
Akio Kahoshi, Myuri Dresari, and 2 more like this
Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2018 13:07:48 GMT -5
Ord Mantell
Corvetta Salvo casually swept her foot across the dirty plane and whipped up a torrent of dust from the primitive streets of Great Rock, ghosting the act of kicking an invisible can down the lane. The train of her maroon pilot jacket fluttered with each step and her small, battered gunmetal gray suitcase shuddered in her wake, wobbling with her lilt yet faithfully containing the entirety of her property in this galaxy. Engine soot still stained her cheeks and nose, leftover from her most recent hire as a navigator and something of a mechanic, emphasizing a grungy sort of look along with her grease-marred and tattered cargo pants. She certainly looked the part of a spacer, though it was no act. It was her genuine lifestyle.
The town through which she tread was a small but frequented settlement of the world that had a history as a sort of hub for reunions among smugglers. Even today, that was much the case, though Imperial crackdowns were becoming a little more common and unnerving than usual. But that didn't faze the usual suspects. Smuggling had never exactly been legal, so what really had changed in the scheme of things? Certainly not the rabble of rogues filing into the local watering hole.
Corvetta found herself meandering that direction as well, a healthy breakfast of alcohol on her mind as she glanced up at the dented steel sign reflecting the morning sun into her brown eyes. She didn't glance long, however. Corvetta couldn't read. But those around her who were literate might recognize the cantina's name as Rusty's Razor.
The petite smuggler practically hyperjumped through the open doorway and parked her luggage near the front in plain view, then slinked up to a barstool and clambered up on it with the grace of a fox snapping the neck of a fowl. "How's it crankin', bud?" she warmly greeted the bartender in her crude drawl. "Pitchin' any Taanab?"
"Rusty"--a dull-skinned Kaminoan with an eyepatch--grunted at her with an amused smirk, then quickly wiped the inside of a glass, simultaneously popped the cork and upturned a bottle of Taanab gin, and scooted the foaming liquid across the counter to the brunette. "You goin' to drink me dry of this stuff again, Corvy?"
"Well what am I gonna do with all this new money, Rusty pal?." She grinned and went to work on downing her first glass of the morning.
Corvetta liked to drink.