@[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] @[member="Brash Toulcan"]
And shortly after Josh entered who looked like a man nearing on his middle-ages, streaks of grey visible in his dark-brown hair, a smirk on his slightly wrinkled face, a spark of adventure dancing in his eyes as he scanned the cantina, filled with brigands and rogues, filled with enterprises and journeys only waiting to be seized so that they can whisk one away across the Galaxy.
He wore a dark nerf-leather jacket over simple shirt and pants, nothing fancy, a blaster was holstered beneath the jacket, hidden, ready at Sammo's side in case of emergency or too much excitement.
He took a seat by the bar, nodding to the bartender with that ever-present smirk, setting down a chip of credits as he slightly raised two of his fingers.
"A cup of mojo-fruit juice, barman, please, merci."
He gave another nod, this time of appreciation when the cup came, bringing it to his lips for a sip he glanced slightly to his right, then shifted the gaze slightly to his left, scanning the cantina to check for anybody who would attract his interest.
Or to check if he was attracting anybody's interest.