Post by Dire Wolf on Jan 3, 2013 2:32:25 GMT -5
A short glass slammed against the table with only a thin fluorescent film of the liquid that was once within on its clear surface. Then another. Then one more hit the table with not a drop of its brilliant red liquid within. The man who gulped them down was a large one with a sleeve of ink etched into either arm and his eyes closed. A deep exhale quickly followed the cinnamon flavored shots and he surveyed the multitude of empty glasses that weren't there with a frown. They soon would be.
Marcus Davion tapped the bar a few times before a rather cute blonde girl walked up with a wide smile on her face. To say that he was a regular was an understatement, and to say that he didn't tip well could have been considered slander. "What'll it be, Marc," she asked. They had this nearly down to a script, "you know, the usual. Rum with a little bit of 'forget my life' mixed in. Shaken, on the rocks. Actually, give me a few more of those cinnamon shots, too. " The cute little blonde beamed a grin at him and walked off towards the other end of the bar to begin serving up his drinks after that.
Marc, of course, watched her walk down to the bar before he took a quick look around. The Cantina was a nice enough establishment. The lighting was just right, the place smelled great, and the proper amount of random things were strewn about the wall. While the people inside weren't exactly as friendly as the cast of an older holovision sitcom set in a bar, they were nice enough people. The Tilted Kama may as well have been his second home.
Moments later his drinks arrived, and with them a little grin on his face. Drinking was largely considered a problem by some people in the galaxy. Marcus called that ridiculous. He didn't have a drinking problem: he had a drinking solution.
Marcus Davion tapped the bar a few times before a rather cute blonde girl walked up with a wide smile on her face. To say that he was a regular was an understatement, and to say that he didn't tip well could have been considered slander. "What'll it be, Marc," she asked. They had this nearly down to a script, "you know, the usual. Rum with a little bit of 'forget my life' mixed in. Shaken, on the rocks. Actually, give me a few more of those cinnamon shots, too. " The cute little blonde beamed a grin at him and walked off towards the other end of the bar to begin serving up his drinks after that.
Marc, of course, watched her walk down to the bar before he took a quick look around. The Cantina was a nice enough establishment. The lighting was just right, the place smelled great, and the proper amount of random things were strewn about the wall. While the people inside weren't exactly as friendly as the cast of an older holovision sitcom set in a bar, they were nice enough people. The Tilted Kama may as well have been his second home.
Moments later his drinks arrived, and with them a little grin on his face. Drinking was largely considered a problem by some people in the galaxy. Marcus called that ridiculous. He didn't have a drinking problem: he had a drinking solution.