Time (Open) May 11, 2019 17:04:59 GMT -6
Post by Casca on May 11, 2019 17:04:59 GMT -6
The Body Killer
The Body Killer
Trying to shake the confusing dreams from the night before, Casca found herself at a bar she believed the Guru said is highly recommended. Namekians, not known necessarily for their alcohol, produced some of the galaxy’s purest forms of liquid water, or so it goes. And using this water, a better spirit could be made, supposedly. Or at least that’s the way it added-up in the girl’s head.
Casca rubbed her hands together in jest as she broke the threshold of the watering hole’s doors. “Waiter,” she requested from a good distance away, “I’ll take three of —,” she paused as she closed the distance. Leaning in real close, she cupped the man’s ear as she asked, in the case someone was listening.
“It’s going to be expensive, sure you got the credits,” the Namekian barkeep responded in question.
The young Saiyan shadily scanned the bar for anyone that could become a problem. Eventually satisfied with her sweep, Casca brought her rucksack to the forefront. Giving the indication to take a look, she opened the dirty backpack to reveal a slight sheen of vibrant orange. The dimly lit bar had just enough of a luminescence it reflected a beam of light onto some of the faces of the closest patrons. “You have a Draa —,” the Namekian started to establish.
“Shhh,” Casca said in retribution as she quickly closed the backpack. Seeing just what she wanted to see in the young Namekian’s face before she dropped the bombshell, “Think I can start a tab?”
As the hours passed, Casca found herself with her head on the counter. “No, no, no,” she interjected herself into someone’s conversation. “My scars are worse,” she said picking up her head to see the barkeep and another Namekian talking about their battle stories. “Jumped out of a space chopper before it crash landed into a sun,” she said as she pulled her collar over to reveal a tiny superficial scar.
The two looked at the Saiyan as if she was crazy as they rolled their eyes. “And this one,” she pointed to one of her teeth nobody could see. “Chipped this one last time I was on Knutts, deez nuts,” she laughed at her own joke while trying to give the bartender a noogie.
The bartender somehow wrestled her away as he called out, “Is anyone here this woman’s ride? It may be time for —,” Casca grabbed the front of his shirt.
Clearing her throat before continuing, Casca tried to end the game with one more scar. “You going to have to believe me, cause I ain’t showin’, but I cut my own tail off. Can’t be beaten! Champion,” she claimed as she raised her hands and lost her balance.