drago
Character
Drago walked into the dirty stain that this town called a bar. As usual with any unfamiliar area his forked tongue started to flicker in the air to check and see if he was in immediate danger. He walked in a little farther looking around the room as he moves. He pulled his brown flight jacket up and over his blaster pistol as a warning to everyone in the place he was packing. In the low light he could see everyone's face almost perfectly. He found a booth that he like in the back and sat down in the corner, waving to the server droid to bring him a drink.