Work Text:
“Oh, what is it this time?” the bartender grumbled under his breath as stormtroopers filed in. They certainly weren’t here for a drink. Not, of course, that he risked denying service to Imperials, nor said anything against ‘em too loudly, but those troopers could tell when the locals didn’t think too highly of them. Cowards at heart, the lot of ‘em, who wouldn’t show their faces where they weren’t wanted. Only their buckets and blasters, as they searched for rogues no one would give up.
It might come to his ruin eventually, but the bartender was proud of his regulars.