The barteneder, a Bothan, nodded and went off to mix the drink. Owen sat down on a stool and looked around the dingy place. There were mean-looking aliens in dark corners, talking in low tones. A few men sitting at the bar. And a small stage where a Twi'lek, clothes almost nonexistant, was dancing seductively.
Owen just kept a hand on his small, easily concealed blaster, and his vibroblade that were strapped to his waist.
Minutes later, the Bothan bartender returned with Owen's drink. Owen took a sip of it and watched a barfight break out between a Trandoshan and a Dug. The Dug had apparently insulted the Trandoshan and the Trandoshan wished to exact revenge.
The fight lasted mere minutes, with the Trandoshan ending up with a few bruises and the Dug having to be carried out by his friends.
The Trandoshan tipped the bartender a few credits and walked out as well, with his associates. Owen merely sat back and took another sip...