Post by Ysmir on May 3, 2014 15:08:51 GMT -5
It was just one of those nights...
And by that, one of those nights where you're better off throwing back three shots of Corellian spiced ale than doing much of anything else. Work was hard all week, Jack just reaped in a bunch of credits, and he thought he'd reward himself.
Handsomely.
Of course, Brent didn't approve of this action, but Jack never really took his warnings into account anyhow. He got along well enough without doing so. Plus, he enjoyed living the life of a successful smuggler. All other professions had these crazy hazards and 'death-defying' situations that he'd rather not get himself into. Of course, smuggling wasn't a perfect profession; he didn't even get dental benefits. But it sure beat what the other ones had to offer, and if he was lucky, it brought about a huge payday.
He was at one of his favorite haunts at Nar Shaddaa called The Roaring Bantha. A dive bar if ever there was one, but Jack appreciated small places that gathered a tightly knit crowd. Of course, things got really interesting when somebody new walked in, somebody you don't know. Nar Shaddaa is a world full of fantastic, strange, and sometimes good-looking people, like the leather-clad Twi'lek making eyes at him from down the bar.
He'd be the first to admit it, he has a weakness for near-Human aliens, specifically Twi'leks and Zeltrons. Man, they made him weaker than a double hit of Juma juice. But, he had a much more lucrative idea of passing the time in mind. In the back rooms were a few pazaak tables, all ready to go. Taking his drink with him, he walked to the back, where he took a seat and waited for anyone to come on over and try to best him.
That's when he saw a pink-skinned guy in a fedora walk into the bar.