Drak walked through the streets a few paces behind Meena, a compromising position, following a criminal into the most dangerous of worlds. The fact that he was an investigator, and had years under his belt, was the only thing keeping him from running back for the ship. He wasn't a frightful man, but you throw a man into a pit of Rancors and Terentanteks, and even the strongest of people would cower a bit. He could hold himself in a fight, but he had no back-up, and his holo-badge showed no respect in a place like this.<br/><br/>Races of all kind moved through the streets, and in fact it reminded him much of the Coruscant underbelly. Thieves and pirates moved through the place, and bounty hunters were the only form of policing he could see. As long as you're bounty wasn't too high, you were safe. A pit with two Krell Dragons were battling it out, and the crowd cheered with credits in their hands. The streets smelled of foreign food and spices that made Drak's stomach churn. It may have looked like coruscant, but it certainly didn't smell like it.<br/><br/>As they reached the bar a group of Twi'leks waited outside, enticing Drak. He even considered it a moment, as the red skinned Twi'lek was quite desirable. However as Meena made her comment, he couldn't help but feel it was a stab at his lack of a love life, even if she didn't intend it to be that way. "After you," he motioned to her, ignoring the Twi'lek, who was now trying to seduce another man. "I don't need to pay my women," he muttered under his breath as she moved ahead of him.<br/><br/>The bar was just as dirty as the world outside. He often preferred bars like this, just with less criminals and grime. He certainly wasn't a fan of the sleek upper levels of coruscant, but he wanted things to remain civil and peaceful. In a place like this if you looked at a man wrong, you could get shot and no one would bat an eye. A local band was playing a tune of sorts in the corner of the cantina, something with a lot of horns. He didn't like it.<br/><br/>Drak was then introduced to Vince, a scarred man looking just as tough as the clientele he served. As Vince asked if Meena got married, Drak noticed something in the man's look towards him, a look of distaste and competition. As she assured him that she didn't, the look didn't go away, even if his voice sounded sincere and kind. Drak shook the man's hand, but Vince held Drak's hand tight, so Drak held it even tighter. Drak smiled, trying to ignore the obvious battle Vince was trying to win.<br/><br/>Drak sat down, and asked for a Whiskey from the Wookie, who handed it to him in no time. Drak took a sip, letting the warmth sooth his throat. He studied Vince, now feeling a bit competitive himself, to notice that Vince was in fact the type of man he could see Meena being with. A bit handsome, but broken, and certainly able to hold himself in a fight. Drak gritted his teeth without knowing why. He just ignored it as he looked out the window at the world he was now trapped on, trying to forget everything even if just for a moment.