short stuff

[Short Round]

The kid burst into the recently opened branch of Yoghurt's Bar and Grill on Coruscant, almost out of breath as he huffed past the door gaurd.

His ballcap was pulled low over his eyes as he bulled his way to the bar, and clamboring up onto a vacant barstool he pounded the bartop with hurried excitement.

"Barkeep! Water! On the double! Chop chop!"

[Jackson DeWitt]

Jackson pulled a glass up to the counter, wiped it clean in a quick motion, and filled it up, sliding it down the bar to the little boy.

"One water, no charge."

[Short Round]

"Thanks mister!"

The kid snatched the glass up with both hands, and in a swift motion drained the contents in one swift gulp.

Swiping an arm across his mouth while setting the cup back down, he let out a happy sigh, beaming from ear to ear.

"Good stuff mister; good stuff."

[Jackson DeWitt]

Jackson made a face, smiling a little.

"Uh...well...no problem. Water's water."

[Short Round]

The kid grinned, flipping a coin he'd pulled from his pocket at Jackson.

But unlike most credit coins, this one looked aged beyond time. And yet, at second glance, it was easy to see that the coin was beyond ordinary, as the stamped image forged was that of an ancient Sith lord, forgotten over the course of history.

The kid's name, to most, was Short Round. Shorty to some. Short Stuff to others. It never bothered him.

He smiled widely at Jackson. "Keep the change, Mister."