Big Boy Stuff

[Veritas et Lux]

ooc... Misha didnt verbally say the confou about his father . It was a though of hers she held in

 

[DeathToll]

((edited. everyone plz re-read my post for clarification.))

 

[Veritas et Lux]

With disappointment her attempt at the man was shot down... Shot down as she shot down him. It was ironic how the tables seemed turned at that very moment. She almost reached her hand for her bag, however she didnt feel the need for lightsaber was needed.
There were apparently more jedi that liked to party than she thought, considering the numbers.

She didnt want violence tonight, she wanted this to be solved through words.
With a chuckle she lowered her hand and sat back at the bar taking her water in hand.
"You're ridiculous..."
she crossed her legs over again patting his seat, suggesting he sit down again.

 

[Tokuhara]

The Mandalorian just sits there, ordering drink after drink, trying to drown the memories. He doesn't even seem intoxicated and he sips his 8th drink. He looks over to Tright and Misha, sighs, then returns to his drink sipping from it again

"Barkeep, do you mind if I smoke in here?"

 

[DeathToll]

Alright, Tright thought. He'd play her game instead of his. Either way, he had already accomplished a certain amount of leverage and gained an audience member whom may start off his search right. ...But he wouldn't let her have it all.

Slowly dragging his feet towards her, Tright eyed the Jedi who called him rude. Bobbling his head playfully, Tright chuckled a devious laugh of underhanded child-like behavior.

"hehhehhehhehhehheh..."

Acting as if he was going to sit where told to, Tright instead spun around at the last moment to avoid the chair to lean the backs of his elbows upon the counter top; as if he hadn't touched a drink, Tright had given away one of his ploys in the hopes of seeming more threatening to the male influence here about him. His back barely touched the counter with his head turned right and in close to Misha. He crossed over a leg and leaned in closer.

"Perhaps you could give this ridiculous guy your name?"

It was indeed going to be a long night if this girl didn't give him what he wanted, but what he wanted might not be what she thinks. Her stalling of the situation made him ponder another possible outcome, but in the meantime Tright gave taunting stares and gestures to the Jedi men around them; playing that guy that everyone wanted to knock out, he'd occasionally mime rubbing his face against her hair or acting as if he were tapping her seat - all only for the men to see and react to. He was being despicable. Though, at this point, was probably being thought of as not worth the time. At any rate, with his left side turned away from the girl of his dreams, his tricks lay in wait - no longer all together on his person.

The poor bartender lifted his hands with a 'like I care' attitude to the well armored one who shot out a question, as if over frustrated with the babysitting of miscreants all about his section of the club. Looking at others who were as well smoking, the bartender tossed a white towel over his shoulder shaking his head at an already irritating night as he snatched up a glass and set it in its cleaning station.

 

[Tokuhara]

The Mandalorian nods to thank the barkeep, grabbing a hand-rolled cigarette, and he lights it. He takes a solid drag off the cigarette, grabbing his drink, sipping it. He scratches his 5 o'clock shadow, taking another drag. He exhales it over his shoulder to not breath it right in the barkeep's face. Whenever he is on Coruscant, he stops at this bar. However, during the trip from Tatooine, he restarted smoking. Yes, it's a horrible habit, but anything to help him sleep can't be that bad. He sighs, then lowers his head, mumbling some names, as if praying

 

[D.C.]

'No,' Anthony said. He didn't know why he was doing all this, but he told himself that he was standing up for the girl because he was annoyed by Tright. Maybe it had to do with the girl's good looks. Hell, what did it matter!?

He stepped over to the drunkard, with his lightsaber in his right hand. It was deactivated, and he wouldn't ignite it--at least he didn't plan to--and pressed the saber against the drunkard's back.

'Feel that, mate?' Anthony said. 'Yea, that's right. Game's over... Leave. Her. Alone.' He was a little hotheaded, maybe. A little too annoyed. But he wasn't really angry or anything. Just... yea, just annoyed. This drunkard should just piss off already!

'There's a bordello a couple 'o blocks down the street, mate. Try there. Now get the kriff outta here or I'll arrest you in the name of the Jedi Order!' That threat might've sounded a little weird, but he said it nonetheless. Hopefully it'd impress the drunkard enough, so that the drunkard would leave.

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

"And if he doesn't arrest you, I'll see to it you're taken care of." Jukka added in from where he stood. It wasn't said with a sneer, or with any malice. It was so matter-of-fact the kind that tends to unnerve most folks simply because of the ease with which it was said. "I'm seriously tired of your games, it was fun but now this needs to stop, you've got two other people ready to fight and one who'll fight if she has to, all of whom were trained in the force, and at least one who doesn't give a flying kriff about the orders rules for peace." He paused letting that sink in, again in a very conversational tone, not confrontational. "Leave." he jerked his head in a nod toward the door.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

Considering that he had been able to shockingly resist her mind tricks, he must have been really crazy, or more than just a womanizer. It scared her for a second. But she was perfectly fine. He was perfectly adorable in his own annoying way.
"names Misha." she entertained him at least.
"what about yourself, horn-dog?"

 

[DeathToll]

Having "leaned his back against the bar top", as stated, this guy must be some sort of Jedi Tright had yet to come into contact with. This guy practically had his arm wrapped around him in order to stick something in Tright's back, seeing as how Tright was shoulder to shoulder with Misha and was pinned on the other side by his empty bar stool. That said, the only physical position Anthony could have been in was face to face with Tright, and Tright simply stood there with his 'I know something you don't' stare and smirk. Tright's eyes signaled down to the barely open vest in which his thumb now held onto a detonator trigger. Should he let go, the trap which he had already set would blow. Not a soul but he knew where he had previously released it. And from where he was standing, he felt pretty good about staying for a while longer.

Not moving a muscle, still starring down Anthony straight in the face - Tright took his time and then decided to answer Misha as any gentlemen would without keeping her waiting.

"Well 'horn-dog's' actually a surname. My real name's Peter Tright. You... can call me Pete."

That last seemed more directed at Anthony than Misha, but was indeed meant for her. The corresponding eye-widening and clown-faced expression was meant for Anthony.

"And what about you sweet-pea? You gonna stick that lightsaber straight through us both or you gonna gimmie a name?"

Tright had decided it was time to egg these guys on for real. Not to mention, Misha was getting all his attention; when clearly he had found a way to keep her attention on him. Ah... testosterone filled bar fights, the best way to either get a girl pissed off and leave or, in this case, the best way to keep her from letting perfectly good Jedi loose their tempers.

Tright hoped others still were watching these Jedi act almost as foolish as himself, and that's hard to do; to see what Jedi are truly like, deep down inside. Buncha' hypocrites. She, however, was different; and Tright was into her vibes.

"You know this guy?"

Tright would add in if he could, keeping her with his train of thought. Hell, she'd be in his train of thought for days to come no matter the outcome. But now, he'd piss these guys off even more by playing the charming protector of those bothering her; the roles would soon flip.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

Misha turned around, curiosly with a smile on her face. She saw the other force users she sensed, she didnt know them, never seen them before but she didnt sense there was anything wrong with them. Just jedi. . .

"no, why? They just look like jedi.Do you?" she turned back around and looked at pete with a blank stare.
She could tell that he was acting a little weird. . . Hed changed personalitys almost three times since the beginning of the conversation. Misha wondered for a second if he was bipolar. She wanted him to leave...
He was drunk and by the end of the night he'd probably hurt somebody, or push misha to the point of running him in with her saber if she stayed near him any more.
And on that note misha decided it would be best to just leave herself. She reached out her credit chip and let the tender scan it.

 

[Tokuhara]

Misha turned around, curiosly with a smile on her face. She saw the other force users she sensed, she didnt know them, never seen them before but she didnt sense there was anything wrong with them. Just jedi. . .

"no, why? They just look like jedi.Do you?" she turned back around and looked at pete with a blank stare.
She could tell that he was acting a little weird. . . Hed changed personalitys almost three times since the beginning of the conversation. Misha wondered for a second if he was bipolar. She wanted him to leave...
He was drunk and by the end of the night he'd probably hurt somebody, or push misha to the point of running him in with her saber if she stayed near him any more.
And on that note misha decided it would be best to just leave herself. She reached out her credit chip and let the tender scan it.

The mandalorian stands up, placing his hand on you credit, and he holds his hand up. He looks liek he's in a bad mood, conscerning primarily Pete's display.

"I'll cover your tab miss. It's the least I can do for you putting up with this nerf herding kiff... And as for you..."

In the blink of an eye, he places his Mandalorian Heavy pistol against Pete's ribs, in perfect line with many of the necessary organs

"Piss off before I have to tip well. Barkeeps will ignore a murder if you tip well enough. Hell, a Hutt may pay top dollar for your head."

 

[DeathToll]

[[EDIT: didn't see Tokuhara's post]]

"...oh I know these guys. I've known them all my life."

Tright spoke with a promise, to enjoy every second of this. He enjoys every second of a lot of things. Hey, he enjoys life; and even more so, he enjoys how he lives it. Though he did look a little strange with two guys tied up around him and a third itching to join in. But he still held onto that ace, and no one could do a thing about it.

"Remember this face, babe."

Tright gave no objection to Misha leaving, hoping the others might feel a bit more free to act on impulse without a respectable lady in their midst. Tright wasn't sure if she noticed the hair trigger. It was pretty much only in Anthony's line of sight once looking down. He almost didn't care. What Tright most looked forward to now was the angle in which he could watch her strut those curvy curves outa' here. What a sexy thing she was. Tright would remember her, most definitely.

Tright thought to himself. If she truly believed in the Force, then she'd know that they'd meet again. Tright giggled to himself, and maybe out-loud a little. Allowing this display of girlish delight, Tright let it shine all up in Anthony's face. His teethy grin was just asking for it. And his lifted puppy-dog eyebrows pleaded further still. And that angled tilt of the head so sarcastically. Ooo, he was begging for it.

Tright is best defined as 'a mess', and as such he was consistent.

 

[Tokuhara]

[[EDIT: didn't see Tokuhara's post]]

"...oh I know these guys. I've known them all my life."

Tright spoke with a promise, to enjoy every second of this. He enjoys every second of a lot of things. Hey, he enjoys life; and even more so, he enjoys how he lives it. Though he did look a little strange with two guys tied up around him and a third itching to join in. But he still held onto that ace, and no one could do a thing about it.

"Remember this face, babe."

Tright gave no objection to Misha leaving, hoping the others might feel a bit more free to act on impulse without a respectable lady in their midst. Tright wasn't sure if she noticed the hair trigger. It was pretty much only in Anthony's line of sight once looking down. He almost didn't care. What Tright most looked forward to now was the angle in which he could watch her strut those curvy curves outa' here. What a sexy thing she was. Tright would remember her, most definitely.

Tright thought to himself. If she truly believed in the Force, then she'd know that they'd meet again. Tright giggled to himself, and maybe out-loud a little. Allowing this display of girlish delight, Tright let it shine all up in Anthony's face. His teethy grin was just asking for it. And his lifted puppy-dog eyebrows pleaded further still. And that angled tilt of the head so sarcastically. Ooo, he was begging for it.

Tright is best defined as 'a mess', and as such he was consistent.

The Mandalorian simply glares at Tright, annoyed by the childish behavior. He sets a few spare creds on the table to pay for the woman's tab, and twirls his pistol back into its hip holster and returns to his drink

"Next time boy, don't be disrespectful. I won't hesitate to kill you at the drop of a hat"

 

[Rom]

Staring at the interactions of the humans standing before him, Raynor Cree was convinced that the only truly insane beings in the galaxy were the humans. What he had thought was a courting ritual apparently offended the other males surrounding the female - she must be a highly prized mate for so many to compete for her attentions. Shrugging, Raynor reached out with the Force to get a feel for the room only to freeze, his senses identifying a few powerful force users in the building with him, and most of them clustered just within a few feet of him. One of them even had a lightsaber and was threatening the drunkard with it. Stalking forward to back his fellow Jedi up, the Barabel crossed his arms over his chest and reared himself to his full height, his claws unsheathed and his tail flicking back and forth in agitated anticipation as he stood in the circumference surrounding the overtly forward human, blocking the man in. Narrowing his blood-red eyes, Raynor hissed out in a threatening manner alongside the other men, "This one suggetz that the drunken imbecile leave the female alone."

Looking on as the Mandalorian with the big gun got into the mix, Raynor struggled with the distinctly un-Jedi like glee at the sight of such a powerful weapon and the thought of what it would do to the drain on the human species's organs were it to be fired with his own Jedi taught desire for a peaceful solution. Clearing his throat, Raynor spoke out in a voice that to his own ears sounded rather serene but contained the hinted undertones of a dangerous growl, "Gentlemen, as it seemz that the lady is leaving why don't we all just go back to what we were doing before the foolish one started trouble. This one thinks that there iz no real need for violence."

 

[D.C.]

It was as if a dark cloud fell over Anthony's face. He glared at Tright. It was as that look in Anthony's eyes could kill.

'Perhaps,' he said, 'there's one more thing, Tright,' he said. Utilizing the Force to augment his speed, he punched Tright in the face. It was a lightning-fast punch, but it wouldn't knock Tright out cold. Just make him a little dizzy. Then Anthony turned away from Tright, tucked his lightsaber back into the pocket like a child that was upset, and slammed a few credits onto the counter to pay for the drinks he bought.

The frustrated Padawan walked to the exit to take his leave as well. Maybe he'd just drunk a little bit too much, why else would he be so fed up with this Tright? He stepped out of the Outlander Club and into the night. He tucked his hands in the pockets of his jeans and sauntered down the street.

That just wasn't funny.

((OOC: But actually it was!! Haha! You guys are definitly entertaining writers! ))

 

[Veritas et Lux]

OOC(MISHA DIDNTR LEAVE YET EITHER)

NOw noticing tat the amounts of force users in the bar were now crowding around her and mr.pete, she fwelt a hand slam down on her credit chip. She almost reacted as to a thief about to steal it, however by the time she turned around her head all she saw was a blastrer pointed down at her 'friend's' ribs.
She wasn't wanting any violence togo down this night, even worse, the force users became unruily. A padawan comming and punching him in the face.

"Hey! That is NOT the jedi code... "

She was quickly angry at the violence and hatred of Jedi towards someone, no matter how drunk and self-centered... She could defend herself.

 

[Tokuhara]

OOC(MISHA DIDNTR LEAVE YET EITHER)

NOw noticing tat the amounts of force users in the bar were now crowding around her and mr.pete, she fwelt a hand slam down on her credit chip. She almost reacted as to a thief about to steal it, however by the time she turned around her head all she saw was a blastrer pointed down at her 'friend's' ribs.
She wasn't wanting any violence togo down this night, even worse, the force users became unruily. A padawan comming and punching him in the face.

"Hey! That is NOT the jedi code... "

She was quickly angry at the violence and hatred of Jedi towards someone, no matter how drunk and self-centered... She could defend herself.

"Jedi... Their ethics make them weak. I'd rather kill and get my payment."

 

[DeathToll]

"Taaah!"

Tright's head whipped back from the near direct sucker punch, as Tright would label it as such given the enhanced use of the Force, still able to manage holding onto that so sensitive detonator... luckily.

"Oh!"

Clutching the bridge of his nose with his free hand, Tright relived the quick pain that shot back down his nervous system with a nasally whine. Still, he managed that smile that got him what he deserved in the first place, unable to ignore the pleasure he received from making a Jedi loose it. It really was a wonder, as fast as Anthony had shot that punch, that Tright did not let go of the hair-trigger. But, he took it like a man... an opportunistic and childish man.

Turning back to Misha, if she hadn't b-lined for the exit already, Tright plugged his nose tearing up with those reddened eyes - asking the bartender for some ice without actually using his words. He actually hoped Misha might take over and do some special kind of healing. That steamed Jedi had indeed left after all, so perhaps Tright could win some sympathy points?

 

[Rom]

Looking at the Mandalorian, Raynor rolled his eyes at the sentiment that the Jedi were weak. Continuing to speak in his patented serene growl, the black scaled Barabel muttered to the man, "It isn't weak to realize that violence isn't the only option." Shaking his head at the actions of the club around him, Raynor pulled the hood of his cloak up and walked away out of the club to go back to the Temple, his curiosity satisfied.