"Hey!" He took offence to her messing with his hair. No one touched his hair, except maybe during... well that's besides the point. This was messing with his look. He bit his lip trying not to fix it back, trying not to lash out at her. Ever since he over-stepped his bounds earlier he decided to try and keep control over his emotions a bit more. He wondered if she was just messing with him for her own pleasure. "Fine, scumothe galaxy, whahever-" He shook his head, he had to act sober if he had any chance of pretending to be a criminal like Meena. If he let the wrong thing slip because of his drunk state, he could find himself dead.<br/><br/>The ramp lowered and Meena greeted a tall scarred man, who must have been the captain. Then came a big shock, where Meena pretended they were husband and wife. Of all the fake backgrounds, she chose them to be a couple, when they can't even stand each other. Then again some husbands and wives hated each other, so it's not all too ridiculous. He smiled at the captain the best smile he could give. When Meena grabbed his arm he grabbed her hand trying to play the part as well. Truth is, he needed her as support because going down the inclined ramp was difficult.<br/><br/>"Corellian Whiskey! Yes! I like your style!" Drak screamed perhaps a little too loudly.<br/><br/>He held onto Meena as they walked through the large ship. It was decorated with a certain finesse, like if you had taken something beautiful and beaten the beauty out of it. Blaster burns lined the walls showing a checkered past, parts of the doors and ceiling were missing from who knows what, and then painted symbols and skulls on chains were used to accentuate the destruction. It was as if they were proud of it, and in fact, Drak sort of liked it. It was much better than the Grey and White of the Imperial installations. It had character. Strangely, he felt more at home in a place like this; not that he approved of what they did of course.<br/><br/>They were led to a bar with several bottles waiting for them. The captain handed them some cups and poured Drak his Corellian Whiskey. "To our very generous host!" Drak yelled before everyone had gotten their drinks, and he downed it completely.