Fight in Cantina's

"Good night?"

"Are you in?"

"I’m downstairs."

I walked down.

"How was it? Was Tom okay?"

"You are never gonna believe what happened!"

"What? Tom not turn up again?"

"Ha, no. There was a massive fight!"

"In Cantina’s? Who would have thought?"

Sarcasm was not his strong point.

"Yeah, I know, but this was bigger than normal. Well, in fact it was all kinda quick, but some guy lost an arm!"

"Ha, ha." He looked at me as if waiting for a punchline. "No, wait, you’re serious? How do you lose an arm in a fight??"

"Some guy came in with a laser sword!"

He looked at me with something between shock and disbelief.

"How do you get a laser sword into Cantina’s? Don’t they still have detectors? And who has a laser sword anyway? Are you joking? What on earth happened?"

"I was just having a drink with Tom at the bar. We were supposed to meet Greedo, but he didn’t turn up."

"Who’s Greedo?"

"You know the short skinny guy who’s been seeing Tom’s sister? Tom wanted to see him about something about money - turns out Greedo’s in a bit of trouble. Gives all his money to charity, and now he can’t pay the rent. Tom was worried he was gonna do something silly.

"Anyway, though, we were at the bar and some old guy turns up and just starts being a dick at the bar. You know the guy who always pretends to be really aggressive?"

"You mean that guy my brother went out with?"

"Oh wow, yeah, I’d forgotten that! Yeah, him. Always messing around, but generally lovely guy."

"Yeah, you remember before the boss’s daughter did a runner, he sang at the wedding. Really nice guy. Song was a bit sad for a wedding, though, I thought."

"Anyway… this old guy pulled a laser sword on him and chopped his arm off! Right at the bar!"

"I still don’t know if you’re serious." He turned the video screen on; "Imperial Stormtroopers put down a local incident on Tatooine in the last few hours, when rebels and Jawas killed a local man."

"'Jawas'? I thought you said it was some old guy?"

"It was! They don’t even let Jawas in, do they?"

"Sometimes. I’ve seen a couple. Might have snuck while he wasn’t looking. I’ve always thought he was a bit …" he lowered his voice and looked around, even though there was no-one else around. "… racist."

"Hmmm. Yeah, a little bit. That would explain the thing with the droids."

"What thing with the droids?"

"You know he doesn’t serve 'their kind'?"

"How do you 'serve' droids? They don’t drink anything!"

"Now who’s being racist?" I rolled my eyes. "Doesn’t even let them in tho."

"Hmmm, that is a bit racist. Is that why the daughter ran off?"

"Yeah, married some guy off-world, I think. He was … 'different'."

"Where’s she to now, then?"

"Some place off-world. Ebou Dar, or something? Not sure. Said it was a different universe, but I’ve never really believed in all that myself."