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Ergel's Bar, Cratertown
"OI! Gimme anutha one, eh?!"
From his seat in the back booth of Ergel's Bar, the man waved his ceramic mug at the waitress as she passed. She at least nodded before heading off to refill his drink. Cratertown sure wasn't much, but it had Ergel's, and the folk here tolerated him. Which was more than any of the other places here on Jakku. Hells, even Niima Outpost was just too stringent for him. Well, it was really more the constable than anything else. All James wanted to do was to be left alone with his drink and the people here obliged him.
James. James Karr. A name he'd drunkenly uttered decades ago; it'd stuck, and so he'd kept it. Was better than the alternative.
The waitress came back with another cup, and he gladly handed over the empty for the full.
"You be careful now, James," she was a cute little Twi'Lek, "Last time you had too much Knockout Nectar we had t'get Masavi to carry you back to that old vault you call home."
Taking the refill, James offered the cute little thing a confident smile.
"S'all good, Ren. Just havin' a few since it's the weekend an' all."
Ren didn't look entirely convinced, but she let the matter go regardless and pivoted on her heel to move on to other patrons.
James let his eyes linger, going down her lekku to her backside. A sniff, and he turned back to his drink.
Just another day in Cratertown.
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