Crosshair wasn’t one to frequent bars or cantinas of any sorts, as it wasn’t really his cup of tea. His idea of winding down for the day didn’t really involve drinks or hanging around people who were drunk, horny, or both, as he preferred to keep to himself. For the antisocial clone, they were a little too much, so he avoided them and spent his nights elsewhere, typically alone.

However, after a particularly grueling mission, he found himself at a bar anyways. It wasn’t one of those loud, flashy ones like in Coruscant or the stuffy, seedy ones filled with criminal scrum like in Nar Shaada; but rather something in the middle. It was dimly lit and had some slow, sultry jazz playing from a live band up on the stage and a good amount of patrons who were drinking, dancing, playing games, or enjoying themselves in the dark corners. Crosshair himself was nursing a drink when his eyes unfortunately caught the sight of a particular patron across the room…