Xander Caine
Apr 28th, 2004, 04:33:16 PM
Xander Caine makes his way down the streets of Coruscant. He is whistling a little tune but its muffled out by the sound of the city around him.
He hadn't journey to the old pub for some time but he figured this was as good a time as any. His life had been quiet for the last few months as he took a break from his fast, non-stop life of bounty hunting. The silences was starting to drive him nuts.
He finally made it to Yoghurts Bar and Grill. He waited in the line for a few moments before getting to the bouncer. The bouncer looked at him, ask the same question as always. But like always Xander just smiled and pulled the knife from his belt and the scythe from his back and handed them to the man.
Then he said "Take good care of them" with big smile. Though he was pretty sure nothing would happen to his things.
Making a quick glance around the Bar & Grill he found an empty seat at the bar counter, so he took it before someone else caught a glimpse of this fine drinking spot.
As he reached into his pocket to grab some credits he told the bar tender.
"Bar keep, 3 shots of your finest whiskey"
Then he laid the credits on the table and noticed he was a little short.
With a big smile, even though he felt kind of stupid, he said, "Make that 1 shot...of your cheapest whiskey"
Then he looked around at the all the people that seemed to be coming in and out of the bar.
He hadn't journey to the old pub for some time but he figured this was as good a time as any. His life had been quiet for the last few months as he took a break from his fast, non-stop life of bounty hunting. The silences was starting to drive him nuts.
He finally made it to Yoghurts Bar and Grill. He waited in the line for a few moments before getting to the bouncer. The bouncer looked at him, ask the same question as always. But like always Xander just smiled and pulled the knife from his belt and the scythe from his back and handed them to the man.
Then he said "Take good care of them" with big smile. Though he was pretty sure nothing would happen to his things.
Making a quick glance around the Bar & Grill he found an empty seat at the bar counter, so he took it before someone else caught a glimpse of this fine drinking spot.
As he reached into his pocket to grab some credits he told the bar tender.
"Bar keep, 3 shots of your finest whiskey"
Then he laid the credits on the table and noticed he was a little short.
With a big smile, even though he felt kind of stupid, he said, "Make that 1 shot...of your cheapest whiskey"
Then he looked around at the all the people that seemed to be coming in and out of the bar.