Post by Sabre on Oct 16, 2005 19:37:19 GMT
The sleazy bars of Nar Shaddaa are home to more than just crime lords and strippers. I know from experience that if someone’s on the run, they’ll usually stop by one for a spell. My hope was the theory would pull through for me, just this once.
Sabre stood on the rain pattered sidewalk, he was lighting his cigarette, to no avail in depressing rain. After moments of disgruntled sparking he finally managed to light it, the warm orange glow illuminating his chiselled face in the darkness. Around him there were many hookers, mostly Twi’Lek and Human, they were wearing fishnet stocking and leather outfits, all keeping an eye on Sabre, he would never admit it but he did looked the type.
The hookers were circling me again, happened every time I came to this district. I had a mind to yell profanities at them, but that wasn’t my style.
“Hey you, blondie,” Sabre called over to a young human girl, no older than 20. Her face lit up, she clearly thought she had been picked above the others. “What’s up big boy,” she said, her eyes gliding up and down him as he took puffs of his cigarette.
“You know a man named Jeric Hertla?” he said, looking deeply into her eyes and staring coldly. “I don’t think so, maybe some credits could jog my memory,” Sabre smirked slightly digging his hand into his pocket and pulling out a credit chip. He held it in front of the blond girls face, between his index finger and middle finger. She reached her hand out to grab it, but with relative easy Sabre pulled it away out of her reach. “Jeric first,” he said commandingly. She sighed before muttering,
“All I know is he was kicking up a fuss at midtown stripshop last night.”
“I see,” Sabre said, “Thanks you.” He turned from her dropping his cigarette on the ground and walking away. She cried out something about the credits and her 7 ft boyfriend but he ignored her and kept on walking.
Sabre stood on the rain pattered sidewalk, he was lighting his cigarette, to no avail in depressing rain. After moments of disgruntled sparking he finally managed to light it, the warm orange glow illuminating his chiselled face in the darkness. Around him there were many hookers, mostly Twi’Lek and Human, they were wearing fishnet stocking and leather outfits, all keeping an eye on Sabre, he would never admit it but he did looked the type.
The hookers were circling me again, happened every time I came to this district. I had a mind to yell profanities at them, but that wasn’t my style.
“Hey you, blondie,” Sabre called over to a young human girl, no older than 20. Her face lit up, she clearly thought she had been picked above the others. “What’s up big boy,” she said, her eyes gliding up and down him as he took puffs of his cigarette.
“You know a man named Jeric Hertla?” he said, looking deeply into her eyes and staring coldly. “I don’t think so, maybe some credits could jog my memory,” Sabre smirked slightly digging his hand into his pocket and pulling out a credit chip. He held it in front of the blond girls face, between his index finger and middle finger. She reached her hand out to grab it, but with relative easy Sabre pulled it away out of her reach. “Jeric first,” he said commandingly. She sighed before muttering,
“All I know is he was kicking up a fuss at midtown stripshop last night.”
“I see,” Sabre said, “Thanks you.” He turned from her dropping his cigarette on the ground and walking away. She cried out something about the credits and her 7 ft boyfriend but he ignored her and kept on walking.
