Rough Night
It said a lot about the quality of a catina when even a mandalorian in full armor was getting jostled around. For the second time in twenty minutes, Juno seriously contemplated using her flame thrower to demonstrate the meaning of “personal space” to the trandoshen who kept elbowing her. Space port bars on tiny planets like this, dangerous as they were, were the best places to hunters to get info on new bounties so she tolerated the crush and the company. Today though, no one seemed to be looking for a hunter, at least no one who could afford her. She sighed and reached across the bar, to finish her drink and settle her tab, when she noticed something in the 360 degree display in her helmet. A dark haired human man, in here by himself. Well, maybe this bar wasn’t so bad after all. she thought as she wove her way through the crowd toward him. “Hello there.” she said, as soon as she was close enough to him to speak without the vox box in her helmet turning her purr into a a robotic growl. “You look like you could use some company.”
