A Step into the Underground

[Jacob Crawford]

Now that he was back in the cantina again, Jacob took the time to look around at things. He was no longer on a mission, nor in any hurry right now. His purpose for coming to Tatooine was complete, so why not take at least a bit of time to have a break. Especially if he was going to be bouncing around the galaxy again once he departed. So, his eyes wandered, taking in the various peoples and activities that were going on; sabaac being the most popular it seemed. In general the place was rowdy, the complete opposite to when he had first set foot in the building. But, then it did seem like the correct hour for it to be so; night had fallen and the drunkards had crawled out of the woodwork.

As Jacob peered around though, he couldn't help but compare the place to the cantinas on Nar Shaddaa; what were essentially his neighbour as a child. Sure there was the obvious fact they were the same type of establishment, but this one was more gritty than glitz and glamour. It wore the dirt; the filfh on its sleeve, rather than being concealed beneath neon signs and lights. In comparision it had a certain charm to it, now that he wasn't looking at it with a veil of disgust.

He just about caught sight of it in his peripheral vision - Thraxis taking out the confetti popper, and Jacob couldn't help but see what this was going to lead to. The Zeltron before him was a mystery to him, an oddity for a lack of a better word. Tried to mentally pull the first pieces away; push the curtains aside to see what was hidden. The way he seemed to hold himself, the words he said throughout the day; the way he spoke even. To Jacob it instilled an idea of an old man - not one of age, but of experience. Someone who once had it all, or maybe just enough to be happy and comfortable. Only to lose it to the churn of the universe, the cycle that ate you up then spat you out half the person you were before.

Jacob knew that well. Having fate just tear you away from everything, screw you over and then leave you a blank slate - everything you once were gone.

"Well, I certainly can't beat that. No titles for me." He let out a small chuckle, wrapping his fingers around his own drink and brought to his lips. There was some caution as he tipped it up, sipping at the drink initially before following it with a larger swig. Jacob bit back a cough at how harsh it went down his throat, but nonetheless he still drank it. Getting comfortable, Jacob placed the Barium Frizz back onto the table, then looked over at Thraxis. "So, how many credits do I owe you?"

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

"No titles huh? Well, don't worry. I'm sure you can get some. An easy way to do it. Buy land than ya can be a lord." He gave a knowing tap with a wide smile, before sculling down his noxious drink, the liquor pooled and rolled down the sides of his mouth as his head cocked back, slowly the fungus based drink dissipated from the glass cup, his vision blurring for a second before coming back with renewed vigor, planting it with a hardy thump on the table as he let out a long whistle. "Damn them Wookies know how to make a drink." he chuckled as the Medical droid gave a sigh, his job was going to be a tough one today.

Jacob brought up the interesting question, How many credits. Thraxis pondered the idea through his mind, an elbow pressed on the table, his hand opened to hold his head up as he peered around the building, mumbling random numbers and some advanced math that he didn't understand. "Well. Now that I think about it. I don't think I asked for anything." He gave a sigh, pushing himself into a pendulous swing as his foot pressed back and fourth against the table, looking at the roof as he contemplated whether or not to get this one to pay up. "Nah. I don't need any payment. The work was fun enough." This day amused him, he found it to be a worthwhile adventure.

He raised a hand, his fingers snapping repeatedly as a weathered maiden walked over, sagged bags hanging beneath her eyes "Get me a large keg of ale, three cups of Whisket and this one a heavier drink." He said with a bombastic tone, laughing all the while as he dug into his Duffel bag, a large pouch of Credits rolling out and onto the table as he flaunted his wealth to the woman, "And tonight, all drinks are on me!" It was a little-known fact that Thraxis was actually quite well off, though that didn't mean he liked everyone in the galaxy to know.
[member="Jacob Crawford"]