"No smoking either. We have rules." I say with a sigh, hated it when people played with semantics.

"I've nothing in my hands. I wasn't smoking." they said, showing their empty hands."See?"

"There's still smoke leaking from your nostrils. You know our no smoking rule isn't just strictly cigarettes and other smoking paraphernalia." I say, shaking my head."Look, the boss only allows you guys because you pay a lot. I dont want to have to kick you out. You normally dont cause trouble, but rules are rules, no smoking or vaping, period."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I mean what i said, you and your kind have issues with smoking a lot, so either keep it under wraps, or kindly leave. Like i said, i dont want to kick you out" i say, rubbing my temples lightly.

They huffed, another slight gust of smoke exiting their nose "Then i'll leave. Can't believe someone would treat us so poorly; we used to be kings!" They said before leaving

I sigh and let them leave before returning to my post, the Elven bartender chuckling "We'll see him next week, he cant resist our booze"

I nod "Dragons though.. i swear.." i add with a chuckle

The vibe in the room complements the disco ball above the dance floor, flashing red and yellow lights and the sounds emitting Till Lindemann's voice. "No vaping here".. I direct a customer as I approach him. The stranger, without bothering to reply, with a distant look in his eyes, continues to stare at the disco ball as the white plume of smoke from his mouth turns blue,green, yellow. "It's not vape.......... it's just .......memories " he replies in a serene voice, his right palm clenched to his left wrist. The lights in the room start to turn dim as the disco ball starts flashing green lights resembling a satellite emitting laser beam. The smoke plume turns orange, the orange of wild fire. The customer leans forward to grab his spirit of choice, revealing the tattoo etched on his wrist '0-BBY'. I remove my mask and emit a plume of orange smoke myself. He hands me a drink as I sit beside him. "To Alderaan," we say as our glasses clink, and as we hear the speakers blaring ' Ich bin Ausländer, Ausländer......'

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