Slinger knocked back another drink.
“Another.” He barked at the bartender.
“Perhaps you’ve had enough.”
“Perhaps I’m the one paying and you should shut your gob and gimme a gorram nother drink” Slinger barked back raising his voice.
“That’s it. I’m cutting you off. Go back to your ship and sleep it off.”
“Don’t tell me what to do!” Slinger shouted back.
The bouncer a Gammorrean came over and grabbed Slinger. Slinger struggled and kicked the Gammorrean between it’s legs. Oh it was female. She didn’t look amused. She picked Slinger up over her head and marched outside throwing Slinger into the muck and the mud as rain pelted down on him.
Slinger groaned, moaned and got up on all fours in the street.
“Well that wadn’t humiliating at all.” Slinger said to himself. “Charming Slinger, thrown out on your ass by the lovely lady with tusks.”
Slinger picked himself up, dusted himself off as best he could. Wondering for a moment if he should take the bartenders advice and head back to his ship.
“Ah Slinger you’re getting old. Thrown out of one bar and you’re ready to throw it in for the night? Time was it wasn’t a proper pub crawl until you’d been thrown out of every pub on the street. The night’s still young. Plenty of trouble and opportunity yet to be had for those of a daring, adventuresome spirit. So what if you’ll be waking up with a throbbing head, throwing up in the latrine for the next two days. This is a matter of honour. No one says Captain James ‘Slinger’ Antilles can’t hold his liquor enough for a full night.”
James felt better having given himself the speech so he tried it again.
“So what if works been a little slow. No one willing to run with Jimmy Slinger. The galaxies all Sith and Empires anyway. Tough for any little guy to make a living let alone honest smuggling. Work’ll pick up you’ll see. After this you’ll go to Smuggler’s Paradise see what works available, but for tonight you’ll prove that no matter how many times you get thrown out on your ass, you’ll always pick yourself up again and continue on.”
The second part of his speech wasn’t as effective as the first at picking up, the Captain of the Silver Sparrows mood. Mostly it made him feel sad, with a heaviness in his heart. Tired too. Maybe he should go home. First though one more drink. Just to prove that he wasn’t beaten. Captain Slinger could still run with the youngest and best of em. He’d show em.
Slinger stumbled on down the road, looking for a bar desperate or disreputable enough to let a stumbling drunk, covered in mud into their fine upstanding establishment. Or atleast a bouncer greedy enough for a couple credits that he’d let James in anyway. Maybe he should try the red light district. That seemed disreputable enough. Or the docks. At least then he’d be close to his ship.
“Another.” He barked at the bartender.
“Perhaps you’ve had enough.”
“Perhaps I’m the one paying and you should shut your gob and gimme a gorram nother drink” Slinger barked back raising his voice.
“That’s it. I’m cutting you off. Go back to your ship and sleep it off.”
“Don’t tell me what to do!” Slinger shouted back.
The bouncer a Gammorrean came over and grabbed Slinger. Slinger struggled and kicked the Gammorrean between it’s legs. Oh it was female. She didn’t look amused. She picked Slinger up over her head and marched outside throwing Slinger into the muck and the mud as rain pelted down on him.
Slinger groaned, moaned and got up on all fours in the street.
“Well that wadn’t humiliating at all.” Slinger said to himself. “Charming Slinger, thrown out on your ass by the lovely lady with tusks.”
Slinger picked himself up, dusted himself off as best he could. Wondering for a moment if he should take the bartenders advice and head back to his ship.
“Ah Slinger you’re getting old. Thrown out of one bar and you’re ready to throw it in for the night? Time was it wasn’t a proper pub crawl until you’d been thrown out of every pub on the street. The night’s still young. Plenty of trouble and opportunity yet to be had for those of a daring, adventuresome spirit. So what if you’ll be waking up with a throbbing head, throwing up in the latrine for the next two days. This is a matter of honour. No one says Captain James ‘Slinger’ Antilles can’t hold his liquor enough for a full night.”
James felt better having given himself the speech so he tried it again.
“So what if works been a little slow. No one willing to run with Jimmy Slinger. The galaxies all Sith and Empires anyway. Tough for any little guy to make a living let alone honest smuggling. Work’ll pick up you’ll see. After this you’ll go to Smuggler’s Paradise see what works available, but for tonight you’ll prove that no matter how many times you get thrown out on your ass, you’ll always pick yourself up again and continue on.”
The second part of his speech wasn’t as effective as the first at picking up, the Captain of the Silver Sparrows mood. Mostly it made him feel sad, with a heaviness in his heart. Tired too. Maybe he should go home. First though one more drink. Just to prove that he wasn’t beaten. Captain Slinger could still run with the youngest and best of em. He’d show em.
Slinger stumbled on down the road, looking for a bar desperate or disreputable enough to let a stumbling drunk, covered in mud into their fine upstanding establishment. Or atleast a bouncer greedy enough for a couple credits that he’d let James in anyway. Maybe he should try the red light district. That seemed disreputable enough. Or the docks. At least then he’d be close to his ship.
