[b]Paradise 
Nightclub[/b] 

"You can't do a thing to me," The Rodian complained, though nervousness has begun to creep into his voice. "If you touch me, Koren will throw you out and put a bounty on your head!" 

Sol'id gripped the Rodian's shirt, hauling him up to eye level to stare into the Mandalorian's cold, dead visor. Rodians were slightly smaller than the average human, but to the large Mando he seemed dwarfed in size. With no weapons present to even the odds, it was a precarious position to be in. Those around the Rodian backed up, unwilling to help directly but not against going around behind and maybe grabbing one of the bouncers. 

"You thought I'd lost you around Geonosis, didn't you?" Sol'id said, ignoring the previous blustering comment. He pulled him up further. "I've been tracking you across half of known space, Ramul. Do you think the rules of a nightclub would keep me from taking your head back to Vishnu?" He let the words sink in, and the Rodian stuttered, unable to really comprehend what was happening. "But I'd rather Vishnu not need to pay Koren for this inconvenience. So I'll make you a deal."  

Sol'id had a reputation for seeing bounties through to the bitter end, and Ramul had sought to test that theory to the limits, at his peril. Sol'id set him down, letting go of him. "If you wish to live, you'll fly straight back to Vishnu for me, and sell your starship to pay off the debts. He's given me leave to promise you 5 galactic years of indentured servitude, and you'll be released. If not, right here, right now, I will tear you limb from limb, and beat my way out of here with your dismembered corpse." 

Three minutes later, past the looming threat of the Imperial Star Destroyer and wondering if he could collect on who they were trying to find, Sol'id made his way over to the bar and sat down. The threat was over, regardless, and he would have Vishnu credits paid to him in a weeks time. Ramul now knew Sol'id could track him wherever he went. If he tried to escape now, it only added satisfaction to the inevitable kill. 

"Hello sir, might I offer you a drink?" The Droid offered him yet again, as if he had not spoken to Sol'id five minutes before.

"Whatever you have that's strong."