Heeeeeee's baaaaaack...
Door opens, and in walks a man. A man with his head bowed, clad in a brown pilot jumpsuit with a newly-sewn patch on the shoulder, one that looks like--well, almost like an abstract version of a bird of prey, wings upswept. He looks preoccupied, but the noise of the bar makes him look up.
"--the kriff?"
It takes a few seconds to sink in, but when it does, Corran's grin could light Coruscant's underworld. "Sithspit! How long has it been since I've been here?!?"
Corran half-runs to Bar and pats the familiar wood. "Hey, how bout a Whyren's?"
But Bar hasn't forgotten Corran. His tab materializes, a not-so-subtle hint from Bar as to just when he'll get his Whyren's.
Horn frowns. "Alright, well, at least you haven't added interest."
Bar does so.
"Hey, no fair!"
Come bother the pilot/cop who's arguing with a mischievous and reproachful piece of wood!
[OOC note: Homeworking while I do this, but I'll be in and out all day. Good to be home, Milliways!--mun]
"--the kriff?"
It takes a few seconds to sink in, but when it does, Corran's grin could light Coruscant's underworld. "Sithspit! How long has it been since I've been here?!?"
Corran half-runs to Bar and pats the familiar wood. "Hey, how bout a Whyren's?"
But Bar hasn't forgotten Corran. His tab materializes, a not-so-subtle hint from Bar as to just when he'll get his Whyren's.
Horn frowns. "Alright, well, at least you haven't added interest."
Bar does so.
"Hey, no fair!"
Come bother the pilot/cop who's arguing with a mischievous and reproachful piece of wood!
[OOC note: Homeworking while I do this, but I'll be in and out all day. Good to be home, Milliways!--mun]