The bartender scowled as the hood ran off. Then, the Bothan suddenly erupted into full blown laughter behind him. Blood crawled into the veins of the bartender's eyes and swung his slug thrower around and aimed it right at the Bothan's head.
"Will you shut the hell up!" he barked, barreling down behind the counter and jamming the barrel of the antique against the Bothan's head.
He was pleased to see a look of understanding cross the Bothan's face. He raised up his hands shakily and nodded his head against the barrel.
"I-I'm sorry," the Bothan slurred. "I-I'll leave, I'll leave."
"Get out of my bar," the bartender growled, motioning with the slug thrower as the Bothan shakily got to his feet, walked towards the crowd... and then tripped. He blinked for a moment before doing the ol' hyena act again. The bartender watched with disgust before turning to the rows of bottles. He dearly needed a drink. He reached for the bottle of Grappeli, then suddenly changed his mind halfway through, reaching for the Reinhardt Ale. As he contemplated the miseries of his own life, his job, and the life and jobs of those around him, he popped the cork on the bottle while looking over his shoulder. The Bothan was gone.
"I'll drink to that," he muttered, and took a swig.
Jabba turned his gaze to the Dug that was babbling to one of his advisors, about to tell him to buzz off. His eyes widened slightly.
"Now this is a suprise!" he said in pleased sounding Huttese. The Dug looked up, and smiled with a dumpy bow.
"It's a tremendous honor to be in your palace again, lord Jabba," the Dug responded in fairly fluent Huttese.
The advisor raised an eyebrow as Lord Jabba suddenly patted his throne, invitng the gangly, aged looking Dug to sit with him.
"My friend, it's a pleasure to have you here in my home. It has been a while, hasn't it, Sebulba?"
The Nazzar had her arm wrapped around one of the guards as they led her to one of the back rooms, giggling like a schoolboys.
"I missed you boys! God, I thought I was about to die of boredom out there," she said, perking her floppy ears in a clearly flirtatious manner. The guards laughed
"Yesterday, the day before, the day before that-- you just don't stop, do you, beautiful?" one guard chuckled as he licked his lips. "I don't know how you keep that perk of yours up."
The Nazzar smiled and said: "Oh, I just have a talent for hitting up guys like you two," she said sweetly as they led her to a door. One of the guards unlocked it with their voice code, and thumbprint before going in, while the guard the Nazzar was hanging on to wore a big, stupid excited grin.
"They're gonna have to rewrite the book of love for all I'm gonna do to you, baby."
The Nazzar blinked and smiled.
"Hehe, I can't wait."
The door closed behind them as a guard turned off the lights. There was some muffled banter, and some laughter from the guards. Then, suddenly, there was a harsh banging sound and a few grunts, followed by silence. The crevice under the door lit up again.