K i n g
The Wheel~ 0200 Hours
A slight smirk came over Adron's face as he looked at his security team dispersing from his hanger bay. The Count had recently finished a host of meetings held on The Wheel and was allowing his security escort a few days of R&R before they left back for Serenno. It was the least the man could do, these soldiers followed him from one end of the galaxy to another mostly just to sit and listen to some of the most boring transactions in galactic history. With his own business completed Adron was considering a trip to a cantina to wind down a bit. Though he didn't have any type of taste for alcohol the scenery was often very amusing. Pulling his hood over his head he too made his way out of the hanger, turning down the main hall.
Quickly searching his waist for his lightsaber he exhaled softly as he continued down the hall. Thousands of species from all across the galaxy often gathered here to partake in the many luxuries offered, some luxuries being slightly less legal than others. However, Adron was not here to disrupt the flow of the station, and he had no intention of doing such.
His eyes lit up when he saw a cantina with a red sign over it.
The Wayward Mynock.... Adron mused on the name of the cantina while making his way inside. As he entered his nostrils were filled with a mixture of smells, mostly alcohol and tobacco.
Had he not cared so much for his own personal health Adron may have considered a drink, but the thought of poisoning his body just to get a momentary sense of satisfaction seemed idiotic. "Might as well find a booth." He muttered to himself.
Making his way to a booth in the corner, Adron pulled his hood down, sliding onto the leather seats.
[member="Daniel Imura"]