Sitting in the corner, having a drink...

"Why Hart, why? You're a guy, explain this to me."

I grin evilly...

"Thanks."

I turn and find a seat across the room, order another ale, and sit.

I've got some thinking to do...

Avolon laughed. This guy was now dropping the blue doll face? What a stupid turn of events. He lowered his rifle and sat at the bar, pouring himself a drink, and kept his eyes on the Cizerack and the others.

Avolon placed an ale on the serving tray of his 'droid. His Astromech rolled over to the man and presented the drink, his robotic arm extended for tip.

*Turns toward Avolon*

"Avolon - I didn't drop the girl, just the fight. The girl's going to be my Jedi Master."

Quite a intellectually quick, but brash fellow, this Avolon.

"Thanks for the drink."

*Tips the droid 1 credit*

"Hart, please remind me never to comment on the B&G being quiet..."

I walk out of the bar towards the training rooms, ready to work off some excess energy.

*Follows Ryla out towards the training rooms.*

What in the--- Where did this guy get off probing his noggin? And when was he on a first name basis? Kids today.... disrespectful little pukes.