<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/37/75/40/377540be9e9132f93272cc50617f9133.jpg)</div>(https://i.imgur.com/2rDOahu.png)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/q6VUXVO.png)<br/><br/>"You misunderstand,"  Hanta said, showing empty hands to the Ithorian.  "I wasn't<em>selling </em>it.  I was<em>fixing</em>it.  If you want to be concerned with whether the correct licenses are in place, I'd suggest asking the Rodians."  He slid ten credits across the table, to see what the Ithorian did.  He could accept it as a tip, make change or bring Hanta another drink.  It was hard to predict.  Ithorians were notoriously non-violent, just as Hanta's species was notoriously savage, under a veneer of civility.  It was unlikely that he'd get another drink.  The bartender didn't seem interested in letting him stay over long.  ItAs a tip it was too large and as a bribe it was too small.<br/><br/>He reached down to check the head in the bag on the floor beside his chair.  As much as he wanted to pull it out and examine it, it probably wasn't a good idea.  There was a time and place for that and it certainly wasn't here and now.  Now was the time and place for people watching.<br/><br/>One of the humans was looking very disheartened.  Several of the females were comforting him.  The last female seemed far more volatile.  She'd likely be in the market for a decent blaster....<em>IF </em>he had one for sale.  He'd need to troll the back allies on his way home to see if anyone had A: been sloppy and gotten themselves killed; B: dumped a weapon in an attempt to get rid of it or C: passed out without somebody else getting to them first.  After all, he needed to get his merchandise somewhere.<br/><br/>Or maybe she might be looking to get it modded.  Shaving a bit off the generic handle would give her a more secure grip when she wanted to shoot something and crosshatching would prevent the weapon from slipping when wet with rain, sweat, blood or other body fluids.<br/><br/>Yes, she might make a good customer.