<strong>The Rowdy Blockhouse </strong><br/><br/>The Rowdy Blockhouse wasn’t quite in a bad enough neighborhood that you would fear approaching it, but the Rodian pulling security out front was clearly ready for trouble.  He looked at every humanoid who passed by him.  That was curious enough, as it was.  He seemed to be just watching people going in.  Perhaps he was just there to shout to lock the door if someone serious came up?<br/><br/>Nonetheless, Nyranue and Laeli would easily proceed past this (apparently not attracted to Twi’leks) specimen and into a cantina that didn’t look half bad.  The floors weren't clean, but they never were.  At least, no one was fighting or shooting or bleeding all over the place, yet.<br/><br/>This one favored lighting that was bright enough for you to see without being so bright that your eyes would be hurting.<br/><br/>For this reason, it was easy to see that the Rodian bartender had her top off and the live entertainment was also respecting wartime clothing shortages that didn’t exist.  The only human of the lot, a ripped frontman who did all of the singing, was wearing a speedo that didn’t seem like it was going to hold up.  The two female dancers, tall Kel Dors that had just enough junk in the trunk to make up for their meager breasts, seemed to have some sort of adhesive tape covering their genitalia and nothing else.  In the back, a Twi’lek male working the synthesizer was also bare save for a speedo, and he was slimmer than the frontman but no less fit.<br/><br/>Perhaps more important than the band or the bartender would be the man holding a booth in the corner.  Dark skinned with short black hair clipped close to the scalp, he seemed like a dead ringer for the target.  He was far enough from the band that the speakers wouldn’t deafen him, but close enough that he could see the right Kel Dor shaking her ass like her life depended on it.<br/><br/>He nursed a tall glass of ale slowly as he looked on at the entertainment.