Loran gave Kyrus Hassar a flat stare.
“What?” the other said.
“Just what I need. A nice friendly game of Sabaac with a Zabrak. I'm good at Sabaac Kyrus, but I'm not that good.” Loran said.
“Oh come on Loran! It wont be that bad. You'd only lose a few hands.” replied Kyrus.
Loran seemed to mull it over. All the while Kyrus was eying him speculatively. He returned the gaze. “Alright fine. But I'm not going past a hundred credits. I can't afford any more than that. Besides, it could be fun and I might actually win a hand or two.”
“That's the spirit” Kyrus said.
They had paused in front of the entrance. Now they turned and stepped inside. They paused just inside the entryway and Loran whistled.
“Would you look at this place.”
“Yeah you said it” Kyrus replied, wide eyed and for the most part impressed.
They stood there gazing around at the Spacers Cantina. It was elaborate to say the least. With game tables floating on repulsorlifts, and what looked to be a server for every table, it seemed they had chosen a high clientele establishment. The Spacers Cantina was definitely a name not suited for a place like this. It reminded Loran more of a casino resort than a lowly cantina. Then he noticed a sign above the stage. It read: Welcome To The Spacers Annual Dance Off
“I guess your gonna find your good drink in here.” Kyrus said.
“Yeah no kidding. I feel under dressed. You think they'll let us in?” Loran asked.
“They will when we show em' our military ID's” Kyrus replied.
“You gotta point there.”
Just then a well dressed gentleman came over. He had the look of arrogance about him and Loran steeled himself. He didn't much like arrogant people.
“May I help you fine sirs?” he asked in a surprisingly kind voice looking at both Loran and Kyrus, though his gaze lingered slightly longer on the latter. Most likely taking in his state of dress, Loran surmised. He had opted for a casual appearance. But it was more likely to fit in here than Kyrus' spacer getup.
“Yes you can.” Loran replied. “We would like a table please. Preferably one near the bar.”
“If I may sir...” the man began. Loran cut him off by showing him his Imperial Stormtrooper Corps ID card.
The man blanched, whatever he was about to say forgotten. “Yes, of course fine sirs. Right this way please.”
The man led them through the throng of tables to an empty one near the bar area. He left them and went over to a serving girl. Immediately she sauntered over to their table. She was a striking young human female with long wavy auburn hair.
“Greetings gentles.” she said in a seductively melodic voice. “What would you like for me to get you today?”
“I'll take a glass of your best Corellian Brandy please” Loran said.
Kyrus eyed Loran warily, “Are you sure about that? Shouldn't you start with something a little less potent?”
“Na, it's fine. I can handle it.” Loran replied with wink.
“Oh. I'll have the same then please miss.” Kyrus replied.
“Coming right up gentleman” the serving girl replied with a wink of her own. She sauntered off to get their order.
Kyrus watched her go and Loran chuckled.
“What?” said the Zabrak turning back to gaze at him.
“Don't let her get all your creds out of your pocket Kyrus. That's what they do. And she's pretty enough to pull it off.” Loran stated.
“I know that. I am a Zabrak. Ego and all.” Kyrus replied with a wink and a nod.
Kyrus turned back to watch her walk away and Loran sensed him tense. He tapped Loran on the shoulder a little harder then Loran liked.
“Ah shaggit, what is it?” Loran asked rubbing his shoulder and following his squad mates gaze.
His sight stopped on a man sitting at the bar, “Oh for the love of...” He leaned towards Kyrus and said in a hushed tone. “Is that who I think it is?” With a bionic looking prosthetic in place of an arm, it could only be one person.
“Unfortunately, I believe it is.” Kyrus replied.
“Of all the places in the Empire for him to go, he picks this spot.” Loran cursed under his breath.
“Now, it's not so bad Loran. He hasn't seen us yet. His attention seems to be fixed on the stage. Must be waiting for the dancers to come out.”
“You think it's not so bad. Your not the one she hates.” Loran said starting to look around slowly as if searching for somebody.
“Who are you looking for?” Kyrus asked.
“Who do you think?” Loran replied with just a tad bit more heat then he intended. “Who's always to be found running in Jager's company?”
“Ah” Kyrus replied easily, the name finally coming to mind. “I haven't seen Abalar around so I think you're safe.”
Loran turned back to the table, having been unable to find his squads medic.
“Well look on the bright side Loran.” Kyrus said, looking back towards the bar area. Loran raised an eyebrow in question.
Just then the serving girl arrived with their drinks.
“Our drinks are here and I for one am going to get drunk and play some Sabacc. Cut loose and have some fun. Quit worrying about the little things.” Kyrus said, with a huge smirk on his face and saucy wink for the serving girl.
She giggled girlishly and sauntered away.
