Synca Trevino

Synca runs the rootinest, tootinest bar this side of the galaxy. Shame she's so clumsy, though; half the drinks end up on the floor.

“Listen, I don't want to tell you how to do your job, but I can't run a bar without fresh supplies.”

“Alcohol ain’t for everyone, and I respect that. A bar is a place of community, first and foremost, so everyone's welcome at mine.”

“The stories I've heard... Maybe one of these days I'll write some of 'em down, even. It'd make for a fun holo-novel.”

“Well now, I'm not sure why you'd give this to me. It's not my kind of thing.”

“Oh, that's a sweet gesture, but I don't roll that way, or any way. Ever.”

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