Booze, drugs and shifty togues as far as the eye could see. This was John's kind of place! To think they wanted him to stay around a booth. Like that was ever going to happen. Going through a crowd, a merc was kind enough to share his wallet with John.
Going into a bar, John decided that first he needed a drink then he would check out the casino. Looking around, John smiled, he would have no end of playmates while they were here. He was making his way over to the bar when a gaggle of Jawas rushed past and knocked him off his feet into someone's lap.
Sitting up, John brushed off the person he landed on. He noticed a rather offical looking name tag. "Sorry about that mate, let me by you a drink. I see by the tag that you must be Jezzick. Captain John Hart."
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