jI don't thjink jI've everrr been herrre beforrre

[Taataani Meorrrei]

The Cizerack matron bounded into the Imperial bar, hands full with various shopping bags. She paused, and looked around at the spartan area, making a face and drooping her ears a little.

"Well, jit'sss not excactljy the Jade Palace Rrresssorrrt on Naboo, jisss jit?"

Setting her bags at the bar, the short felinoid leaned over the counter, trying to find the bartender.

"Hello?"

[Khendon Sevon]

A notoriously ill-tempered, fat, stubbled man walked up to the feline creature. He eyed the alien for a moment then said in a gruff voice, “Whatdoya’ want?”

[Taataani Meorrrei]

Slinking back to her feet, Taataani managed to maintain a smile despite the human's unappealing look and attitude.

"jI'll have a Keeja Manji, jif jyou have them."

[Khendon Sevon]

The bartender’s brow furrowed. The gruff man shook his head and pulled a dark, dusty bottle from underneath the thick bar. Rather heavy handedly he put it on the table, a loud plop reverberating.

The man poured a shot glass of the amber liquid and mumbled something about only having whiskey.