12-14-2024, 02:30 PM
Slithering through the streets, Mak's cane tapped slightly, a steady stream of smoke disappearing behind him as he finally found the restaurant. As he came inside, he saw it was almost packed to the brim with spacers, traders, families and just everyday citizens eating and drinking. Spying an empty table that seemed to taunt him as it was near the middle of the restaurant, Mak slithered to the chair, coiling his tail around it as a young woman came up, her eyes widening.
"Can I get you anything, sir?"
"Yeah, a large Jawa juice and four fingers of Corellian scotch served neat..."
"Four... fingers?" As he looked into her face, he could see confusion and Mak cupped his lower left hand, placing it on the table and pointing at the four clawed fingers that sat in line with each other while his thumb stood up.
"Pour that much and served neat means no water or ice. Actually, better yet, bring me the bottle and leave it..."
A few minutes later, he got what was he was asking for and as he downed the scotch, Mak sighed as he poured himself another good helping. Looking around, he could feel the eyes on him again just like in the ship. He could also hear mutters and quiet discussions about why he was sitting there.
"Can I get you anything, sir?"
"Yeah, a large Jawa juice and four fingers of Corellian scotch served neat..."
"Four... fingers?" As he looked into her face, he could see confusion and Mak cupped his lower left hand, placing it on the table and pointing at the four clawed fingers that sat in line with each other while his thumb stood up.
"Pour that much and served neat means no water or ice. Actually, better yet, bring me the bottle and leave it..."
A few minutes later, he got what was he was asking for and as he downed the scotch, Mak sighed as he poured himself another good helping. Looking around, he could feel the eyes on him again just like in the ship. He could also hear mutters and quiet discussions about why he was sitting there.