<div class="floatleft">(https://hollywoodhatesme.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/chris_evans_sunshine.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Kylar Blint<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early Morning, around 09:30<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Nar Shadda Spaceport, Two Moons Cantina Nightclub<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/>His throat was dry. Gods, he wished he could wave the Twi'lek waitress over and tell her to bring him something to drink, and repeat that gesture until he would send this evening into a blissful area in his mind where he couldn't remember anything, waking up tomorrow with a delicious headache and having done a handful of despicable things that he would have to deal with despite not remember having done them at all.<br/><br/>He blinked.<br/><br/>On second thought, Kylar could stand to have one more night in his memory.<br/><br/>He raised his hand, and the waitress moved over," Can I have a cup of Jawa Juice, holding the hidden ingredient."<br/><br/>She tilted her head, tentacles twitching a little," What's the matter honey? You still have a hangover from last night? You know, Big Bava has a cure for that."<br/><br/>He did, but he shook his head," Working tonight, but I need something to water the throat, know what I mean?"<br/><br/>She nodded and winked," Alright hon, You take care now," She walked off, ignoring the hoots of a couple of other patrons, of various species, and moving over to the bar to handle his order. Ever since he had been taking work from Gehron, a Zabrak that worked for Culba the Hutt, one of the lesser members of the Hutt cartels, he had taken command of a half dozen ships, gone on more runs and become something of a regular here at the Two Moons. The people knew him around here now. He almost felt sad that he was leaving.<br/><br/>But like everything in the life of a pilot for hire, all things came to an end in light of a more profitable future. He had burned himself out in the hire of Gehron, and, out of respect for his good work, had recommended him to the captain of a ship that worked jobs for him on a reasonably regular basis. He had seen the ship, and he liked that model. It handled neatly, moved smoothly and was used enough by legitimate businesspeople to make sure that it wasn't out of place in most ports, including this one in Nar Shadda. He was aware that he was being hired to be the co-pilot and Gunner if worst came to worst, and he didn't have any trouble with that.<br/><br/>His drink arrived, and he took a gentle sip, almost unnerved by the lack of spark in the drink, and leaned back in the seat, waiting for the captain to arrive.