((Welmin's ripoff much? But heck, I'm game :P ))
An older Weequay gentleman stepped inside the cantina, giving a swift glance around before making his way towards the bar. If you knew anything about Weequay as a species, you'd know he wasn't exactly at the peak of his life. When compared to the normal Weequay you could find wandering about, he was old and slightly hump-backed as well as having a near full set of hair which gave out that he had been away from his home planet for a very, very long time. His cane hitting the floor gave a sharp clack every time it made contact. The man's clothing was rather special as well, being of some sort of an ancient Jedi robes design with some more modern twists included as well as having enormous shoulder pads that were at least three times as big as regular ones. Nonetheless, the man was roughly as agile as he had been while a young boy and joyfully sat on a stool to wait service. Once he had it, he would order some sort of a non-alcoholic beverage.
((Writer, can you guess who this old fart is?))