Xavier Cullux looked like an absolute mess, which was the understatement of a century. Sitting at that same bar at the end of the night as he always did, looking shaggy and gruff in appearance he drank what was his fourth drink of the night, and he was probably just getting started. His dark green eyes looked droopy, as if he was tired, his hair was long and uncombed, almost covering his eyes. Getting wasted at the end of the night seemed to be just another routine for Xavier, as it was one of the only things to enjoy on this junk of a planet. 

Vexxith was an awful place and he longed for the day when he could get off of it, but that chance didn't seem likely. He was working for scraps at a time, and could hardly stay afloat, let alone afford any ship at all, much less one with a hyperdrive of some sort. To make matter worse even if he somehow managed to snag one, he had little to no flying experience, the only type of vehicle he knew how to drive was but a simple land zoomer. So here he was stuck, getting drunk in a dumpster heap with only starry eyed visions of ever leaving.

He kept to himself in a corner booth in the back of the bar, hoping to be undisturbed by the filth that inherited this place, he couldn't afford to land himself into any trouble and didn't want any for that matter. Not that he could judge any of the inhabitants of this planet for their actions, they were just doing what they had to do here, in order to make it another day. Just like anybody else, the methods may of been very different but yet they were quite the same in ways. Xavier never really noticed Jill as she ordered ale as he was half drunk at this point and unobservant.