Location: Abraxin
There was a heavy sigh from the heavy creature that was sitting at the bar. She was not trying to hide away; it was impossible to hide when you were that big. But she was trying to be left alone, so she turned away from the Mon Cal barkeep and looked out the glass window nearest her, pulling her drink in as close to her bosom as was possible.
She watched a long swamp-snake press against the glass and slide through the grainy brown water as it weaved under the marsh. She saw schools of gray-blue fish dart away when they felt the tiniest ripples that were produced by the snake wiggling about. No doubt looking for its next meal.
Dasheeba was not much different than that snake. She turned her head and considered the paddy frogs breast-stroking around in the large goblet the bartender had set in front of her. They sure were cute little things…swimming around in that bowl.
Suddenly her hand shot out and seized a paddy frog, and with the tiniest scream the creature disappeared within her jaws with a snap of her tongue. Dasheeba chewed thoughtfully and blinked as she considered the taste. Coated in brandy. Hmm.
She wrapped one large fist around the Abrax cognac she had ordered. With one gulp the drink was down her throat, too, and she was waving the bartender back over for another.
“Hit me,” she belched in his direction.
The barkeep knew better than to argue with her. Currently she held something of an important position here on this backwater world. At least, that was what Dasheeba told herself.
Abraxin was known for its swamp-brewed cognac, and currently Dasheeba was a warehouse director for the entire southern hemisphere of the planet. That meant she supplied the best drinks here. That meant she drank for free.
That meant she drank however much she wanted.
Of course, her position would be terminated within a few months, she wagered. Once the parent company discovered she had been dumping large amounts of credits into her own account and doctoring the sales reports, and forging her own salary approvals…well. They would not be happy. And they would come a-hunting.
But she would be gone by then.
She dumped another glass of cognac onto her tongue and splashed her palate to ready her mouth for another paddy frog.
The thought of getting away with such a small-minded scheme was amusing, and a little nauseating. How far she had fallen. How far she was from her Tatooine days.
But she would get back up there.
She distracted herself with gulping another frog, and looked out the window in time to watch the snake overtake an unfortunate victim.