Whats this thing? (Open)

[Ash]

Going to a cantina was good. Getting drunk at a cantina was great. Bar hopping from one cantina to another while drunk was the best, and that was exactly what Bit was doing. He had a very nice buzz going on, and was walking down one of the crowded streets as he made his way to the next cantina. He was alone now, as the one he was drinking with decided it was time to head off. Bit had nothing better to do so he continued his drinking streak.

The cantina that Bit went into next was more of a club. Crazy techno dance music was jamming, and people were all up on each other, dancing away. He was sure that, if he was sober enough, he would have no problems finding a drug deal going down, and perhaps get in on it, but right now, he was just looking for his next drink. He found it, took it, and, after a few more, was off on his way again, now quite tipsy.

Once outside, he walked to a back alley, hurled up his guts, and went to the street again, feeling better. He walked down a little ways, then put his back against the wall, and just stood there, watching the pedestrians walk on by, doing their own thing on a late night. He grinned as he watched people worse off than he was stumble by, knowing that he would probably be there sometime tonight.

[Ash]

Bit stood where he was for a good 15 minutes, waiting for his world to calm down and where he felt better. When he started walking, he indeed felt better, and could walk a half strait line. He continued to walk down the street, heading right towards his next stop: unsurprisingly, it was another cantina. Bit really needed a better habit when he was on planets.

After Bit sat down at the bar, but before he could order a drink, he heard a loud commotion coming from behind him. He turned to look at two groups of people standing and yelling at each other. Bit shook his head, and turned around. Bad idea, as that's when the shooting started.

Reflex took over for Bit: he dove headfirst over the bar, the nearest cover, and sat there for a minute. He peaked his head up, and almost took a blaster bolt to the face. It seemed to be a battle royal and Bit was just a simple man trapped in the middle of it. He sighed, grabbed the nearest bottle of liqueur, popped the top, took a swig, and set it down. He grabbed his right blaster pistol and readied himself for a fight. The adrenalin in his blood sobered him up enough to be effective enough to escape, or so he hoped.