"Story, huh?" Jekt said, leaning back. He looked up at the ceiling of the bar as if he could penetrate it with his eyes and see the stars. "That's a long thing to tell...." He grinned slightly. "But then again, time is never wasted, if you're wasted all the time..." His face fell. "Heard that once....Never really made any sense to me.
"I was born an orphan, twenty five years ago..." Jekt said, motioning for another drink. "My parents either died or left me in the streets, I don't know which.... Either way, I grew up as a street lad, fighting for food, hiding from the bigger kids...." He sighed. "It wasn't much of a life. I don't even know what planet is was on, I just remember the ships flying overhead while I gazed up at them, enraptured by their beauty." He smiled sadly. "I was in my tenth year of life on the streets, when everything changed..."
dex walks into the bar and looks around at the door.
he walks over to the bar, slams a credit chit down on it and growls: "gimme whatever."
"sure" replies the bartender, pooring him a drink.
as he puts the glass down on the bar he realizes that dex grabbed the bottle and is drinking form it.
"look here, this is my bar, none of that here!"
dex gives him a glance, then nods his head at the credit chit on the bar. one worth twice as much as the bottle.
"uhh... right sir. enjoy."
' Wrote:<span style="font-family:Century Gothic">Violence is Golden</span>