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⠀⠀ ✗ — 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖼. 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗑𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 & 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌. 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝗒𝗌𝗅𝖾𝗑𝗂𝖼. 𝖺 #Ⴝᴋᴇᴛᴄʜᴇs 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍.
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He smiled subtly as she laughed. “A few drinks, roughing up some locals…sounds like a good time.”, he replied, taking another draw. “Lead the way.”
A cantina meant a drink, and he liked the sound of that. “The Dusty Bantha…” He repeated before taking another draw of the cigarra. “What does this Weequay need? I ain’t about to wait tables.”, the Former Trooper added, though traces of a grin remained.
He contemplated that for a moment. Credits were runnin’ low, and credits were needed to throw the Empire off of one’s trail.
“I’m listening…”, he uttered, the cigarra within his mouth before taking another draw.
“Hmm.” He leaned against a wall panel adjacent to the street.
“So what’s your story…?”, he began with a nod toward her. “Everyone’s got one these days.” He padded his jacket, locating a cigarra before lighting it up and taking a draw.
That’s a good thing. He thought to himself, especially in light of his defection from the Empire.
“Can’t say I’ve been ‘round these parts in a long time, but these days, I’m just glad to be around.”, he replied, somewhat cryptically.
