"No thanks," Braedug grinned to the dealer.

"While I'm sure it's a great product, I need to be particularly clear headed tonight," and with that lie, he sent the dealer packing. Braedug returned his attention to sweeping the bar, on the look out for the Devorian. He made his way to the bar, and waved to the droid bartender.

"Can I get a water? I..." Braedug fumbled with several credit chips in his pocket, before pulling one out, "think this one has money on it,"

The droid scanned the chip, but a harsh buzz indicated that there was no money on the chip. Braedug produced two more chips, and placed both of them on the bar. The second was accepted, and the droid poured a glass of water. Braedug nodded in thanks, and took a few sips. Then he saw the Devorian. She was with what was clearly some kind of bounty hunter or mercenary. Braedug decided to wait until either the man, or the Devorian, left the table to make his move.