Shrin Safserim
Jan 24th, 2003, 07:26:19 PM
"How unbelievably odd."
The Bar and Grill is a spacious place, full of tables and lined with booths. The guard at the door takes his weapon, but Shrin doesn't mind it. He can understand why they might want to relieve the patrons of weaponry. The bar is over 30 stools long, and unlike most bars, is made of wood, not metal. Viewscreens are situated every few stools so the patrons can watch something while they eat. Many are opting simply to talk amongst themselves. Shrin takes a few steps forward, his wooden sandals tapping lightly agains the pale blue tile floor. Droids scuttle about, balancing trays and taking orders. Some living waitresses are present, seemingly for the comfort of those who prefer to interact with people rather than machines. The bartender is a hefty man, cleaning glasses and serving drinks with the expertise of a man who has been in the business for a long time. He finds a long table and seats himself at it, rather than taking a smaller table. He will be joined by Jedi, no doubt, and this is what he is here for. A waitress with a fair smile takes his order: a plate of sushi and a cup of green tea, please. Shrin reaches into his sleeve for his chopsticks and places them patiently on the table. He will wait for company and food.
The Bar and Grill is a spacious place, full of tables and lined with booths. The guard at the door takes his weapon, but Shrin doesn't mind it. He can understand why they might want to relieve the patrons of weaponry. The bar is over 30 stools long, and unlike most bars, is made of wood, not metal. Viewscreens are situated every few stools so the patrons can watch something while they eat. Many are opting simply to talk amongst themselves. Shrin takes a few steps forward, his wooden sandals tapping lightly agains the pale blue tile floor. Droids scuttle about, balancing trays and taking orders. Some living waitresses are present, seemingly for the comfort of those who prefer to interact with people rather than machines. The bartender is a hefty man, cleaning glasses and serving drinks with the expertise of a man who has been in the business for a long time. He finds a long table and seats himself at it, rather than taking a smaller table. He will be joined by Jedi, no doubt, and this is what he is here for. A waitress with a fair smile takes his order: a plate of sushi and a cup of green tea, please. Shrin reaches into his sleeve for his chopsticks and places them patiently on the table. He will wait for company and food.