[h2][color=orange]Rel Finarro[/color][/h2]
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[color=orange]"Well, clean and expensive places aren't exactly my style. Besides, I just like the drink selection here. Speaking of which, my glass seems to be empty again."[/color]

The 3PO-unit waddled to Rel, and begun filling his glass with some kind of tap that had been installed where it's left hand should have been. The droid was filled with all kinds of strange little modifications like this, and carried huge tanks of various liquids on it's back.

[color=orange]"To be honest.. I think it was the Force that lead me here. Not quite sure what it is, but this place is bound to my fate."[/color]

The Clawdite took a quick look over his shoulder, before turning back to the droid.

[color=orange]"You done yet, tin can?"[/color]

He grabbed the half-filled glass and poured it's contents in his throat. The droid was just standing there with a confused look, it still had liquid pouring from it's hand but now it was going straight to the counter.