And I stepped into the mix. Always late to the party. Coruscant wasn't my favorite place, especially being occupied by the Sith and all, but I still needed a drink. The usual dancers seemed to be well into their show, and the usual crowd of people seemed to be leering at them, with the exception of three people: A cloaked person, who seemed to be a girl, a man in a suit, and a guy who looked a little too young to be drinking.
I walked up to the bar, smiling slightly at the thought of a drink. I walked up to the barkeep, a slightly overweight Besalisk, and ordered. My grin turned wider as I looked at the group of three sitting at the bar.
"Whiskey. Preferably with some wroshyr sap in it. And a few drinks for my friends here. They look like a bunch of idiots, with no drinks and no view of the dancers."
I spun towards them, my grin totally obvious, now.
"So, you gonna drink with me?"
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