Space Bar Encounter
Neon flickered white and blue as a giant three-winged zaarg-moth dropped dead on the counter.
"Another?" one of the bartender's two heads asked, a webbed-fingered hand holding a bottle over an empty glass.
The grizzled veteran glared through his one good eye, his hand patting an empty pouch.
A young space cadet took the seat next to him and nodded deferential. "Aren't you Max Xenon, the droid bounty hunter?"
"Max Xenon the thirsty bounty hunter, boy."
A nod from the youth saw his glass replenished, and an anecdote played out, like an old hit song on an intergalactic juke container.
A drabble is a very short story, of no more than 100 words.