[b]Paradise 
Nightclub[/b] 

Sol'id took the drink the serving Droid had given him, and lifted up his helmet enough to reveal a square jaw with a five o'clock shadow. He looked like his mouth was set in a perpetual scowl, and the Mandalorian took a sip of the strongest brew in the bar. Setting the drink down after a few good chugs, he placed his helmet back on firmly when the strangest droid approached him. He'd seen her, it, when he had come in. But it had been his assumption the Droid was simply a female in armor. 

He was wrong. 

"In a manner of speaking." Sol'id said curtly. He was certain the bounty was done. Ramul wouldn't dare leave here and risk Sol'id wrath by escaping once more. But after chasing that bastard around half the galaxy, he'd been looking forward to ending the Rodian's life. Still, he would get paid nonetheless. He had to remind himself that not every contract was satisfying, or a particularly physical challenge. 

"What kind of droid are you?" He asked, his voice deep and grim.