[sblock=ooc]I don't want to wait longer, but I was hoping Insight would post actions today! If you lot know anything more about other potential players...
also: edit, Bix = Bith, the guys from the Cantina band? Yeah, I meant those guys. Most of the crew hosts, bartenders and waiters are Bith, while a bunch of others are Twi'lek "hosts". Security is run by a hodge podge of brute-race types, like Gamorreans and Trandoshans, including big scars and tattoos on faces and hands, under their uniforms.
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A large ray-like fish swims beneath the table, rippling like a giant, living blanket. It catches your eyes and starts to sparkle, as does the bottom of the tank below you, and you note that a massive chandeleer has descended from a hole in the ceiling to shine multi-colored lights all over the room. Whether this is healthy for the fish or not, you're uncertain; but it sure looks nice.
The droid waiter for this bar moves past the Bith bartender, carrying a massive platter of the most disgusting fish guts and squid parts you've ever seen. The Bartender bith is a sly-looking fellow, polishing the same mug for over-long while watching the Twi'lek at the Mon Calimarri's table; until the fish come by, at which point his face screws up and he takes a step back to catch some breath. How many times do I tell you, stupid droid, don't bring that stuff past me to which the droid tweets mockingly.
The droid arrives at the Mon Calimarri's table, sliding the fish onto the table. The ladies squeal and back away while their client slams his face into their mass, munching and sucking the entrails into his stomach. He looks up, some of the mess hanging off his face.
C'mon dearies, eat up!
The girls shrink back, going pale. One or two of them try taking some of the fish themselves, but chicken out just as the corpulent Calimarri dives back in. The pink one, named earlier "Pinky", dives around the side of the booth in time to wretch.
The Droid doesn't pay attention to any of this, moving directly from its delivery to your table. it whistles a familiar tune to anyone who's encountered droid waiters before: [sblock=if you speak binary]can I take your order?[/sblock]
