How long can a man spend on Drifter's Paradise before it is considered too long? To say that Teru felt as though he had wasted enough time on the station, he was growing a little impatient that he had to stay a little longer. He just wanted to receive clearance on this bounty so he could set off and find the poor scoundrel. He wasn't even a particularly impressive hit, just a small fry in comparison to what he would rake in with Black Sun, but it seemed he was charged with lesser jobs until he had earned the trust of the Hutt.
So he waited, gulping from a glass of whisky and ice and puffing on another cigarette as he sat in silence at the bar of Aya's Cantina, the venue's loudspeakers playing back yerk classics from the last decade. He would rather be out in the cold of space than here; at least there he was on the way to making money. Having said that, he couldn't complain about his current circumstance too greatly. The menkooro was a fine enough malt, he had access to enough cigarettes to last him plenty, and nobody seemed to favour the idea of talking to him.
So he waited, gulping from a glass of whisky and ice and puffing on another cigarette as he sat in silence at the bar of Aya's Cantina, the venue's loudspeakers playing back yerk classics from the last decade. He would rather be out in the cold of space than here; at least there he was on the way to making money. Having said that, he couldn't complain about his current circumstance too greatly. The menkooro was a fine enough malt, he had access to enough cigarettes to last him plenty, and nobody seemed to favour the idea of talking to him.
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