It took a lot to anger Dezak, but this Rodian pissed him off. Bad enough the entire populace of Mon Cal looked down their noses at him, but now this bug eyed piece of space debris was picking a fight. The Rodian placed a hand on his blaster, obviously intending to space Dezak.
Good enough for him.
Before the Rodian had a chance to react, Dezak drew his twin WESTAR-34s and fried the Rodian. As he turned from the smoking corpse, he caught the surprised look on the Bothan Bartender's face. He spun his WESTAR-34's and holstered them.
"Sorry about the mess." Dezak said apologetically, gesturing at the steaming mound of flesh.
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