Rubbing Shoulders, Making Friends

[Mirko Spendrim]

He entered the bar and not many noticed his arrival. He was short, scruffy and completely non-threatening. It was a part of his charm and, he beleived, his best working attribute. People told lots of things (without even realising it most times) to a person they thought couldn't harm them in any way.

His eyes swivelled each in a different direction and then with deliberation, he pulled them parallel to focus on the barman.

"Whats good, tasty and delicious, to drink here?"

[Lady Mylia]

Mylia had taken a seat at the bar about a half hour earlier. That night was free for her and she didn't know what else to do, so she decided to hang out at the bar. She noticed a man that came up beside to her speak with the bartender. She looked at him, a very strange look to him. She shrugged, nothing new. Living in Corusant all her life trained her not ever to be surprised by ones appereance. After a few moments when the bartender didn't offer an answer, she did. "The Juma Juice is the best. I think anyway."