"This seat isn't taken is it?" Heads turned in the Cantina as the hooded man bashed his way through the crowds and skidded onto the bar stool next to you. Before you could respond the glaring, eyes had all returned to their previous position and the Cantina band had continued their set.

"If it was, I presume it wouldn't make much of a difference?" He pulled his hood over his cheek but with a sly eye peered towards the arched entrance.

"No." He shook his head and reached over for your drink, you slapped his hand away, but he insisted he would buy you another one when he had a chance to speak to the bartender. "Is there any chance you could do me a solid?"

"Depends on what it is and how much you're willing to spend for it." He smirked and noted how similar the two of you were to each other.

"There may or may not be Empire presence here."

"Pfft. Mos Eisley is crawling with the scum."

"Tel me about it, can't have a moments piece around here anymore without somebody interfering and telling you you're breaking some kind of tule." He finished off what was your drink and slid the tankard down the bar.

"I need to get back to my ship soon, can you just tell me what you want?"

"I may have had a little run in with a few of those domeheads outside, probably nothing too monumental but I did have to dodge a few blaster bolts."

"And you want me to keep you hidden if they barge in here searching for you?" He nodded and ordered two more drinks from the bar.

"That's not too much to ask is it?" He took one drink sturdily in his hand and placed the other one harshly on the counter in front of you. "I'm not some two credit smuggler you know?" He clarified once he caught your discerning gaze. "You help me out here, and ill make sure my friend at the door over there doesn't rip your arms off on your way out." You peered over the wave of patrons, the gargantuan wookie wasn't too hard to spot.

"Don't worry, you'll make it out of here alive." He finished off his second drink and wiped the froth from his mouth.

"Thank you. That really means a lot."

"Don't worry about it, you're worth a hell of a lot more to Jabba alive than dead."

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Written by Aaron.