The tray lay broken on the ground. The liquor smelt as it always did, like liquor. His favorite shirt was ruined, by his own Astromech 'droid. Avolon should have known that the makeshift fastener wouldn't hold on the 'droid's dome forever.

"Why you little trashcan!"

Avolon slamed his fist againt the counter, not a good idea. His fist hurt like hades, adding nicely to his sour day.

A thought sparkled into his head. Wouldn't the company have some kind of payment for him in case something happened on the job? Well, probably not, since it was his fault mostly. He didn't see the 'droid when he stepped out from behind the counter. But if Avolon knew anything it was how to haggle. He stormed off towards the highest ranking Jedi he could find. Maybe they would know who to pin the bill on, if he could pin it on someone. Avolon was still unsure of his employer. The check landed mysteriously in the mail. Jedi..... they always did things in some weird way. Showcasing there talents was a pastime it seemed.