[center]~|Day 3, 20:25-20:40 GST|~
~|Location: Mos Eisley, Fel’kaw (bar)|~[/center]

Vebra began to wonder if he had even left the war at all. This place reeked almost worse than any bar on Balmorra, even the freshly used blasters smelt right. Come to think of it, Vebra couldn't actually smell anything other than old blood, booze, and..... pheromones. Yeah, that was about right. He supposed all hellscapes with functioning bars were the same. After all, time and time again, people wanted to drink and forget for awhile. Scanning the room for Twi'leks Vebra quickly found his first at the bar, arguing with a bartender. He figured that was as good a place as any to start his search.

Vebra began moving towards the bar, ghost-like with his cloak swaying behind him. While he had ditched his gear and shoulder pauldrons in a tactical camouflage made of garbage outside he was still a physically imposing figure, even with his cloak hiding away most of his body. Vebra could feel his Beshkab weighing heavy at his hip as he felt several eyes turn their attention to him. While he didn't look particularly suspicious in a place like this, he still knew a few bodyguards had likely picked him out as a likely trouble maker. Surveying the rest of the patrons as he made his way slowly to the bar counter. 

He could see several waitresses that fit the bill for the lead but he somehow doubted she would debase herself in her own eyes with such a menial job, he knew the type that would be willing to rip off the person that gave them a job. He also caught a glimpse of another Twi'lek fitting the bill on a far wall flirting with a human. If the bar Twi'lek didn't pan out she was his next stop, if he was being honest with himself he actually suspected that one over the bar Twi'lek. Vebra made his way to the bar and set down his elbow on the bar next to the Twi'lek and putting his hand on the small of her back. She was clearly angry with the bartender, arguing with the Besalisk about the price of a drink. The Twi'lek sort of jumped when he did that but she quickly just looked at him with a rather annoyed face. Vebra then said rather evenly "I don't know what's going on here but if you're arguing with the bartender about a drink price, you might want to reconsider. He's just doing his job."

The Besalisk then looked to Vebra for a second and then turned back to the Twi'lek. "Listen to your Zabrak friend here, he knows whats good for him. Pay my price or go find somewhere else to make your drink for you." Vebra used the aliens talking as his opportunity to get a quick whiff of the Twi'lek. [i]Bingo[/i].

Right as the Twi'lek opened her mouth to retort Vebra quickly moved his hand to the back of her head, hoping to knock her out on the counter and carry her out. She was quicker than the armored Vebra though. As he managed to get her head in the palm of his hand she had managed to pull her blaster and fire into his gut. Vebra immediately winced and instinctively brought his hand to his abdomen. Gritting his teeth and forcing himself not to double over Vebra took his left hand and grabbed for the now fleeing Twi'lek. He managed to touch her leather coat before she managed to begin sprinting for the door. Vebra threw himself out of the chair using what leverage he could with his feet and again only managed to touch her coat tails. He fell to the ground still clutching his stomach and began scrambling to get up. But he also realized that now he had the attention of the whole bar. [i]Not good[/i].