"One, two, three, four, they can't be up to any good." Dathan was sipping his water counting the different species in the cantina when a group of thugs rolled in.
Dathan slid down the bar, trying to be nonchalant. Not so easy with all the blasters about to show up. Things were heating up.
Dathan spun about and yelled to the barkeep, "I need to see the owner as soon as possible." and heads for the door.