Mos Eisley Cantina

[Doctor Jenkins]

"The Mos Eisley cantina is a dimly-lit tavern known for its strong drinks, hot tunes, and occasional outbreaks of shocking violence. Most star pilots visiting Tatooine spend their downtime in the cantina, making it an ideal spot to hire a starship's crew."

[Doctor Jenkins]

It was a sunny day, as if any day on this rock wasn't sunny anyway. In the cantina, sat a man, perhaps the most well dressed man that anyone had ever laid eyes on. He wore an expensive suit with pinstripes down the shirt and jacket. His pants had a correlian blood stripe, but were otherwise that of a sophisticated gentleman. Two pistols adorned his classy wardrobe, one in his lower left torso for easy reach and one at his right hip butt facing forward instead of the traditional way.

At the bar he had a drink in front of him, bottle nearby. He took a drink, emptying the glass and filling the bottle almost instantly. He looked to the bartender with a half sophisticated smile.

"My good man, how is my credit here? I feel the need to pickle myself in your libations this evening."

[Alex Lynd]

Several hands of sabacc had come and past as Alex collected his chips and stacked them neatly on his side of the table. He picked his drink up with this right hand and took a rather large sip and swallowed it down. With his left hand he picked up his craft cigarro rolled with nothing but the finest rashallo leaves and placed it in his mouth. He invited the smoke in for taste, it's taste was smooth and mellow, inviting him to savor the sweet relaxation of the moment.

He smiled as he placed his cigarro down into the ash tray at his side, allowing it to rest before he savored it's beautiful flavor again. He brushed a lock of his jet black hair away from his sky blue eyes. The same eyes that had been full of youthful hope and optimism, now dim and revealing nothing more than moderate intoxication and mild disgust for all things that had to do with life in the galaxy. His two opponents had been cleaned out and he looked up around the cantina for another challenger. Alex raised his hand to stroke the multiple day old stubble on his face.

He sat there waiting patiently for other gamblers to join him and provide a rare challenge, but alas he wondered if his reputation deterred most. He sighed and took another large sip of his drink, then motioned to the bartender for a refill. As the bartender fulfilled his duties, Alex tossed him a 500 credit chip nonchalantly and he grinned. He had won so much here lately, that it was beginning to have any meaning for him outside of the small and barely palpable thrill that it rarely provided him.

"Any takers?"

[Alex Lynd]

No one came forward, so Alex gathered his chips and stood up. There was a moderately attractive smuggler at the end of the bar who had caught his eyes multiple times, but Alex simply rolled his eyes at the thought. Apparently this was an invitation as the man came over and met Alex halfway between the table and the bar. Alex on the other hand kept moving and sat down at the bar, the smuggler followed sitting down next to him. Holonews raved about the war on spice that the chancellor was conducting and again Alex rolled his blue yes, as the smuggler put his hand on Alex's left knee, Alex grabbed his arm and removed his hand.

"Nice try, not interested."

The man retorted and dropped some suave pick up line, overly cliched of course and Alex merely chuckled and shook his head. He turned to the man and offered him a wide smile.

"You're not smuggling candy and supplies for the Children's hospital are you?"

He patted the man on the shoulder lightheartedly.

"No of course not, you're smuggling spice which means....you're going to die."

Alex motioned towards the holo news with his thumb.

"That man right there, that man is going to kill you and everyone in the universe like you" His voice raised in volume so others could here him. "Naom Samja....will murder every single person who deems to be evil in this galaxy and there is nothing anyone can do about it."

A voice in the back of the bar shouted something to the effect, "so that includes you." Again Alex simply smiled and offered a chuckle to the response as the bartender poured him a shot.

"Nope, not likely at all."

He downed the shot and gritted his teeth.

"You see, I'm his twin brother and I know what his plan is and he's had his chance to kill me."

Alex stood up and smiled the smuggler as he cashed in his chips.

"See, you're attractive, and I'm sure, you're nice and all, but theres just no future in dating a dead man. I'm sure you understand friend, good luck to you, you're going to need it."

Alex gathered his things and threw a tattered cream colored cloak over his shoulders before leaving the cantina.