It had been quite some time since the thief's last job, but Peter had been quite busy planning the next one. A big heist involving robbing a museum and stealing priceless gems right from under the noses of the guards.

Such a feat would be almost too easy for him. He sighed and set down the plans for the building he had been looking at. Even the best thief in the galaxy experiences a bit of burnout every once in a while, and Peter was lacking interest in the job at hand. He almost felt this job was beneath him.

He needs a drink. Just to clear his head so that he can get right back to writing up a plan. It'd not like he needed to worry about being recognized on this tiny, insignificant planet. No one here had even heard of Peter Nureyev, let alone Rex Glass, his current alias.

And so, he went to a local bar. It was nice and quaint, with some live performances and an even more lively crowd. He approached the bartender and ordered, "One negroni, if you would." The bartender slides him his drink, and he sits down at one of the stools. He turned to the person next to him, smiling. Maybe he can learn more about the area from someone here.

"Good afternoon! May I ask, are you a local?" He addressed the person on the stool next to him with a charming smile.