Re: Ye New Galactic Bar & Grill & Phong\'s Head Cantina - After Hours
It's late, on a Friday night, and the dark stranger slowly drinks in the scene about him; smoke wafts through the cantina, an obscuring mist roiling lazily about the scattered patrons as they busy themselves in their drinks and their contemplations, eager to forget the travails of the long week. His thirst momentarily sated, the stranger leans back in his chair and casts a single eye toward the waitress; she knows her job well, and in a moment brings a fresh drink to the table. She doesn't catch his eye, directly, but the stack of crumpled bills on the edge of the table is thanks enough. In a moment he is again alone, content to monitor his surroundings with his deceptively thorough gaze. He says little, and misses less.
[ December 28, 2002, 05:18: Message edited by: DarkHorse ]
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