Barkeep
The Cantina was practically deserted. A far cry from the early to late evening press of bodies. Salem Norongachi liked times like this. It was the aftermath, where the battle hardened drunks were the only ones remaining. The lonely and the forgetful, with either no one waiting for them or someone they cared so little for to return to.
He sat at the bar, another fly buzzing around the taps, drink after drink. The chasm rarely ever filled, it just grew, so that yesterdays offering wouldn't sate it today. That was fine, he thought with dark humor, it grew in comparison to the guilt, the regret.
"Nother?" The barman asked, he looked bored if truth be told. After the rush hours before, this was a holiday. Salem nodded, sliding his glass across the bartop.
[member="stardust"]
He sat at the bar, another fly buzzing around the taps, drink after drink. The chasm rarely ever filled, it just grew, so that yesterdays offering wouldn't sate it today. That was fine, he thought with dark humor, it grew in comparison to the guilt, the regret.
"Nother?" The barman asked, he looked bored if truth be told. After the rush hours before, this was a holiday. Salem nodded, sliding his glass across the bartop.
[member="stardust"]