Open Nar Shaddaa Cantina antics

[Gareth Gin]

It was difficult to tell that Nar Shaddaa recently went through a bloody zombie apocalypse, not too much time had passed since that accident yet the smuggler's moon was back at being the hive of scum and villainy everyone either loved or hated, maybe it had to do with the fact that the number of people that were killed during the outbreak weren't really much more than the average amount of people that get killed while on the planet by rival gangs and psychos in a month, Nar Shaddaa was a tough place to break since you had to be either really smart or really strong in order to not get shanked in a shady alley on the planet, , which meant every single alley on the planet in this case, meaning those that lived there were mostly survivors.

So, Gareth Gin was inside one of the many cantinas on the planet, spending time doing the things he liked: Earning credits, having fun, proving his strength and arming someone else all at once. The Matukai was sitting at a table, in front of him a Wookiee he was arm-wrestling, the furball bet a hundred credits he would destroy Gareth in a arm-wrestling match and he was happy to prove him wrong. Of course, while Gareth was very strong for a human, his physical strength wasn't that of a Wookiee, but he had a trump card: The force. In the end, with a heavy use of force enchancement, good technique and taking advantage of the Wookiee's overconfidence, Gareth won the arm-wrestling match, accidentally breaking the Wookiee's arm in the process.

"All right, pay up" Gareth looked at the Wookiee, who was angrily growling in pain "You must've cheated Gareth, I swear I'm going to tear your arms off!" the Wookiee snarled at the Matukai, who as a response just put on his Matukai gloves "Stop bitchin' and give me my credits or I'll break your other arm you unwashed kriffing walking carpet" The Wookiee wasn't totally wrong, he did use the force to win that arm-wrestling match, but Gareth was not going to tell him, besides, isn't the force an extension a part of every living thing and, therefore, an extension of his body? "I'll remember this you blind bastard" The Wookiee said as he dropped the credits on the table and left the cantina. Gareth took the credits with a cocky smile on his face and headed towards the bar, it was time to spend that Wookiee's money on alcohol.

 

[Ryker Daxim]

The thug laughed as he cheerfully slapped Ryker on the back.

"And people say your type of people like you have no sense of humor!" he exclaimed.

Ryker didn't bother trying to explain to him that his words had been no joke; he really didn't want to be here. But he supposed the scoundrel wouldn't have understood that, either. Ryker wished he was anywhere else in the galaxy right now, even fighting a Jedi seemed more enjoyable than being on a planet that just survived a zombie infestation. However he was bored and this was the closest planet inhabited planet to take a break on. But of course he kept his lightsaber carefully hidden in his cloak just incase something happened.

"Yes I just love spending time amongst criminals and thieves instead of – and I say that with the driest sarcasm I can manage – what do you want from me? You don't even know me."

"It was terrible!" he began, and Ryker knew he was about to receive an over-exaggerated story. He tuned him out and observed the rest of the population of the cantina. One particular presence caught his attention. A large built man, Ryker could see the force radiating off him with force sight compensating for his lack of actual vision.

Hmm.......that's unusual? The force surrounding him isn't that of a Jedi or Sith. Fascinating.....

As he approached the bar Ryker tried to make his observations subtle without getting his attention.

 

[Nero Agrippa]

Nero Agrippa would be already taking a seat in the corner of the bar. He wore a black high collar coat with dark blue jeans to match. Underneath his coat he bore his usual holster with his cigarras and few toys. His green eyes almost looking through you and not at you if he looked in your direction. His piercing gaze met with a young Twi'lek waiter who would approach him "Can I get you a drink Sir?". Turning his head as his sharp jawline would be the only thing visible from the lighting in the room "Corellian whiskey..Rocks." He said to her as she nodded and turned around to fetch him his request. Another shit hole he found himself in as he always ended up finding himself in all the dirty rotten bars from both ends of the galaxy. Something about it brought him back to his child hood and he wasn't with Bri or Tacitus which helped him eat his thoughts up in secret.

Shifting his hand down he would retrieve a cigarra from his case and bring it up to his lips. His tattooed hand revealing itself as he lit the cigarra with a lighter and tucked the ignition source back in his pocket. Taking a long drag he would let the smoke burn his tongue and mouth as he inhaled the burning tobacco and let it tingle his mouth a bit as he finally exhaled through his nose and let the smoke rise and dissipate through the air above his head. He wasn't there long before he seen a Matukai arm wrestling a Wookie and somehow winning.."Now that's funny." he thought to himself as the Wookie had the strength of at least 5 of him but he still won. Now Nero knew a cheater when he seen one but it never made a difference to him as if the Wookie was smart enough to know he would've ripped the guy to pieces in rage. The Twi'lek waiter would make her rounds before returning to Nero and handing him his drink before walking off. Taking another drag from his cigarra he would catch glance of some sort of sap..Moody and looked depressing to say the least. He couldn't hear much of a conversation but he overly didn't seem happy.

Sighing to himself, Nero would take a mouthful of his whiskey before scanning the rest of the room as Holonets, gambling and people arguing or laughing all blended in the backdrop of his view..Yeah he really did love shitholes like this and it would probably never change him. Maybe if he was luck he would end up home with a fine Twi'lek gal..or two.

 

[Kyle "Kitt" Fitz]

Kitt
Kitt entered the cantina with his usual swagger, his cybernetic hand on his belt near his blaster. The bartender eyed him up before grunting.

“I don’t want any of your usual hijinks Kitt, if I hear even a whisper that you might be cheating in a Sabacc game or anything I’ll throw you out and ban you for life, you got that?”

Kitt laughed and put his non-cybernetic hand to his chest in mock insult “Me? Cheat? I would never, ever, ever cheat anyone in this cantina or planet in my entiiiiire life” He spoke with a smug grin before brushing his hair out of his eyes and to the back of his head. He scanned the cantina, who could he cheat out of a few credits? Small cantina, small game, he could make a few credits off some schmuck who didn’t know better. A lifetime ban at a cantina was nothing, he’d been banned hundreds of lifetimes over in other, classier bars, cantinas, clubs and casinos. The most standout people in the cantina that he spotted was a Matukai and a Wookiee, a man who looked as if he’d rather be in other places and ah, a man in a high collar who just got his drink. Perhaps he would fall for his usual antics? Maybe, maybe not, maybe he could make a new friend and get him in on his usual cheating and antics. Kitt smirked and trotted over to him, sitting across from him in the corner of the bar.

“Fancy a quick game or two, maybe three?” Addressing Nero as he pulled out a deck of Sabacc cards and faking a riffle shuffle with them, it looked like a regular riffle shuffle except the cards never changed from their regular position at all. His shuffle was so quick you would have to be able to see in slow motion to see what was happening. “Now, we don’t have to play for any credits, I mean if you don’t want to. I assume the bartenders words probably put you off that” Kitt talked fast and messed with the cards in his hands as a means to distract people, he had run this grift a million and one times. Drunk and stupid people often fell for it “Now the aim of the game is to get the closest to 23 or minus 23, by that I mean all of your cards add up to 23 or minus 23 or the closest you can get to it without going over. But what I...” Kitt stressed his pronunciation of I. “...like to believe is that the real aim of the game is to just have fun, you know?” He said placing his elbow on the table and then his chin on the elbow staring at Nero, he spoke fast, sometimes he was hard to keep up with. “Anyways, I’m Kitt, nice to meet you. But of course you already knew that...I hope. I mean, I hope my reputation precedes me” He spoke lifting his chin and placing his hand over his heart “Or I’ll be greatly offended, well you know, lets actually move on from that topic, now what’s your name? Oh, in fact let me guess, is it” He placed his cybernetic hand on his chin as a mock thinking pose “Tall dark and handsome?” Kitt raised his left eyebrow before laughing and placing his metal arm under the table again tapping his leg “No, but seriously. What’s your name stranger? I don’t want our conversation to get too one sided to anything, or else I’ll just be monologuing and at that point I may as well just talk to myself in the mirror, in fact perhaps I would enjoy that, I do so love myself”.

Some of the other patrons were looking over at Kitt, some in amusement and some in frustration. He usually had this effect on people, especially when he was grafting and scamming. Of course, some people would recognise him as some he would have stole from and scammed before, especially any regulars in this bar. He was quite a disliked figure among cantina goers on Nar Shadaa, many of them he had effectively stole from through cheating in Sabacc games.

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[Nero Agrippa]

Nero Agrippa was enjoying his Corellian whiskey and his smoke while scanning the room before he was approached...Well intruded on by some whacky man. Nero was a quiet man and didn't say much but look right through him as he began to introduce himself along with rambling on in high speed about what his intentions are. Lifting his cigarra up to his mouth and taking a long drag as his free hand remained under the table he would let out a slow exhale. "Never heard of you, not interested." His words were pretty cut and dry. If Nero never enjoyed this cantina as much he would've love to blast bolt his tongue off for being so annoying since he has done far worse for less. Sighing a bit as it seemed the lost man needed some sort of direction other than bothering the living kark' out of Nero. His green eyes kept his look on the man, staring through him but taking note of small things. Posture, eye movement.

Nero would let his free hand shift down closer to his blaster discreetly and have a soft grip on the handle of it. If the man kept up bothering him he would start to get annoyed. His movements were slow and fluid. No uneasy motions or a damper of look on his face as it all looked to not care a single bit. His other hand bringing his cigarra back and forth from his mouth to the glass ash tray on the table as the young Twi'lek server would come back with another drink. Handing it down to Nero before looking at him and the other character. Nero shook his head gently as she nodded and turned around to check on other tables. The continued holonets playing sports and music thumping in high speed continued to fill the air as Nero stared at him still with nothing to say.

His blaster leveled to the mans hip as roaring and cheering could be heard from the gambling tables across the room. Someone won a huge pot over at a game table and it seemed folks were either happy about it or lost a lot of money. Either way the continued loudness and conversations echoing the bar made no difference to the Syndicate as he kept focus on just the two of him and the sweet tobacco that would be burning in his cigarra and exhaled into the air.[/abox3]

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[Tacitus Agrippa]

Nar Shaddaa had recently had karking zombies running around on it but it looked mostly the same after all that - it still looked like the wrong side of a Hutt. Considering that wasn't really a right side of a Hutt that said something. But Tacitus had decided he was going to come along with his brother which, naturally, meant that they were heading to a cantina.

He had stayed back when his brother went on ahead, wanting to discuss some further jobs with a local fixer that he had heard of. Getting jobs wasn't too hard but half of them weren't of any use. The trick was making sure to filter out all the local level stuff - they might be able to do them but it tended to not give as much of score.

Too much had to be kicked up to the Hutts for the 'honor' of working in their area.

Stepping into the cantina, he eyed the whole place for a moment before spotting his brother. Looked like he was having a conversation with someone... knowing Nero it was about to end in a fist fight because, well, they either turned into a fist fight or a drinking contest.

And he didn't think the other guy had a drink.

Nodding to his brother, Tacitus moved over to the bar to place an order.

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[Kyle "Kitt" Fitz]

Kitt
Well, Kitt knew when he wasn't welcome to sit and play a 'friendly' obviously fair game of cards with someone, "Well, I know when I'm not welcome!" He declared loudly as he scooped his cards up and placed them in an inside pocket. He stood up and his attention was attracted to a large noise, the noise of gambling. His interest piqued as he swaggered over there and peered over the shoulders of the gambling men, he looked over and saw a new face entering the bar. Perhaps Kitt should get himself a drink, strike up a conversation with the fellow see if theres any jobs or anything going on in the city. Or maybe he could persuade him into a totally fair game of Sabacc. He stroked his moustache thinking of the possibilities until he was bumped into by a staggering drunken Quarren. Kitt laughed it off "Why, I'm terribly sorry good sir" He said jovially, patting the strangers back and swiping some of the credits from his pocket as he did. He walked towards the table of noisy gamblers, seeing quite a large pot and a boastful man who had won. "Excuse me, mind if I play a game?" He asked and the men all laughed and greeted him, there was a mixed bunch of people here from different backgrounds, they were each telling him how the man with the big winnings had gone undefeated for so long and that there was no possible way Kitt could win. Kitt laughed at the notion as he sat down "Well, I offer you every credit I have on me right now" Kitt pulled out the credits he'd just stolen, they amounted to 15 credits and he proudly placed them on the table "This is all I have, all I could bring with me on this night out in town" Smirking as he begun his sob story, it always helped to soften his victims up a bit, use his charming abilities to tug on their heart strings. "But today is a different day, I feel lucky on this day. I feel like a winner. May I?" Kitt gestured to the Sabacc cards laid on the table.

"Go ahead, seeing as I have all the money you should deal for our little game here"

The gambler across from him smirked as he shuffled in his seat and got ready for their game of Sabacc. Kitt nodded as a thanks as he swiped the cards up and begun shuffling them. "Best of 10 shall we say? First one who wins 6 hands gets the winnings?" Kitt said with a smirk as the man agreed. He shuffled the cards into a specific order. Usually when Kitt was trying his hardest and was fully sober he'd assort the cards into a specific order of dealing, fake riffle shuffle them and deal them. Kitt did just that. As he was cheating he kept up the pace of his fast talking "Well, I grew up on Coruscant to a poor family. Lets see what we have here, ahhhhhh I've gone bust. two twelves, I was one over. A 19? Oh no, that would have been an easy hand to beat" He punched the table with a close fist and a sigh "It's okay, I'll get the next few hands I'm sure!" Kitt said with a smile as he dealt the next cards "Anyways, where was I? Oh, yes. I grew up in the lower level slums of Coruscant, stealing my way for my family, then when I was sixteen I joined the flight school. See, life on Coruscant wasn't for me, certainly not a life stealing things to get by. I wanted to see the Galaxy! More than the filth and crime of Coruscant" He widened his arms as he described his childhood. Things carried on like this for the next few rounds, he described his childhood, dreams and history with a few embellishments here and there. Told the men stories so fast they found it hard to keep up. Eventually they found themselves on the last hand, Kitt had won five hands and his opponent four. Kitt knew he would win the last round and thus the pot and money, he had cheated his way through the whole game and played it off as a realistic game. Using sleight of hand tricks and even some magic tricks here, distracting them with his words and false stories of the life he supposedly lived. The tricks would be hard to notice due to the speed he conducted them at. No one realised a thing. The two showed their cards, Kitt had an idiot's array and the other gambler a 23. Kitt chuckled as he took in his earnings. "Who would have thought? I was right about feeling lucky today!" He said as he counted up his credits. He had just won 500 credits. Kitt threw his opponent some of the credits he had just won. "Good game my friend. I think it would be fair of me to buy you a drink. Thank you" Kitt spoke with a faux smile as the man laughed and thanked Kitt for the good game. After the game Kitt stood up and went up to the bar, he sat on a stool in front of it and ordered himself a Corellian whisky to sip on. A good reward for his hard cheated earnings.​

 

[Pidge Batana]

Click-hiss. The carbon scored door to the cantina slid open, the pungent aroma of cheap cologne, alcohol, and sweat spilling out. The stained duracrete floor and dim, occasionally flashing lights were enough to remind the young Twi’lek woman she was no longer in upper-city Coruscant sipping finely aged wine with Baymon. Nevertheless, the place of chaos was one of comfort for Pidge.

Her gait was easy, fluid. The gentle sway of her hips to the music and the graceful way she swirled her drink would tell any trained eye she had once been one of the women on the cantina stage, raking in the credits. Not that it had been by choice in the end. Her gold top shimmered, even in the muted light. It was true the bar was a place to both find and forget trouble. Tonight she was here to find it. She’d been without a job for awhile. The last person she’d taken home had been months ago- that doctor lady. Stunning woman, despite her temperament. Perhaps she would strike the same luck tonight. Anything, really to get the adrenaline going.

Sliding through an intoxicated group, the teal Twi’lek headed towards the counter. She wasn’t a regular, so it payed to be polite and keep her nose out of the business of others. Not that the fact deterred her much.

“I’ll take two shots iridonian whiskey on ice, please.”

A nearby man with a cybernetic arm dramatically stood up and moved away from a surly looking, heavily tattooed one. The woman had no doubt that I’d he’d stayed around one minute longer, the staff would be mopping up an unconscious body off the floor. It would be wiser to avoid him, perhaps. Still... a little challenge could never hurt. If it went south, her blaster pistol was clipped to her belt.
Just as Pidge was about to employ the subtle nod-and-wink to get closer to her new object of interest, another man approached, also inked. They looked vaguely related. Two was a bit much to take on. She doubted she could escape should she offend her new friends.
Waving down the bartender, the scoundrel jotted down her comm frequency on a napkin and handed it to the man.
“Those two solemn looking men there have a drink on me. Pass on my little note.“


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[Nero Agrippa]

Nero Agrippa would watch as the man got up and huffed before turning and taking his leave. The same uncared look in his face as his green eyes carried on to look ahead. His piercing eyes would focus as a new patron entered in the bar. Tall, handsome just as Nero..Well I'll be damned it was his brother Tacitus. It never ceased to amaze Nero how his brother and him were alike in so many ways and different at the same time. Exhaling his cigarra through his mouth as he nodded to his brother in acknowledgement. His tattooed throat visible when his head arched up to have a smoke. His free hand finally letting off the blaster as he was finally at peace again as he let it come up from the table and grip the glass with his tattooed fingers before pressing it to his lips and taking a mouthful.

The music seemed to get loader and the drinks were flowing even more as the cyber man won some gambling games and species of all kinds were coming and going in the bar. Nero would never had to look at the cyber man in the bar as he was probably just as loud to the music. A fair comparison as a young Twi'lek would enter the cantina as the doors hissed open. She seemed confident and mysterious but Nero kept a eye on her as she was so far the most interesting one to enter the cantina out of the crowd in there. Taking a long drag of his cigarra as he would let the smoke burn his mouth a little bit before exhaling and watching as the Twi'lek server that was giving him drinks would take a napkin from the bartender and proceed to walk over to Nero.

His green eyes focusing on her with usual stare as she left the napkin on his table with a com frequency number jotted on it. Nero's eyebrow was raised as he thought to himself, that's a bold waiter before she actually spoke after handing it to him in a soft voice. "Excuse me Mr. Agrippa..this is for you from that lady over there" she would point to the interesting Twi'lek that entered the cantina. "She also ordered you a drink." With that the waiter would set another glass of Corellian whiskey on the table next to his second one. His green eyes glancing over to her as he tapped on his lip with his finger slowly before Taking a mouthful of his second glass and finishing it as the waiter moved off to Tacitus and relaying the same message. "Well she must be taking a like to me and Tac." he chuckled under his breath. Fortunate for Nero he managed to get a corner booth as it had a good view of most of the cantina. Still looking at the Twi'lek he would slowly wave with his finger to join him as he also nodded to his brother to join. He never really even needed to look at his brother as he knew he'd come over..Whiskey Shots? Fights? Lust? They knew all to well of the three.

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[Davik Lorso]

Even for independent smugglers, Nar Shaddaa had something of a safe haven reputation when it came to avoiding the Free Worlds Alliance or Republic law enforcers. Ofcourse, you instead had to tiptoe around the Hutt Cartel and virtually every other syndicate that operated in the galactic underworld, but that was better than... ohhh, who are we kidding? Nar Shaddaa was probably one of the most dangerous places in the galaxy and yet an utter necessity as a port-of-call for down-on-their-luck smugglers like Davik. This is where you get the jobs no one else wants...

...this is also where you get that drink where you're never sure whether or not it's poisoned. "Agamar Cocktail," Davik told the bartender as he sat down on the one free barstool, "No wait," he overheard a Twi'leks order and the sound of it caught his liking, "Iridonian whiskey, no ice."

He had a few hours to kill while some lower level mech tried to fix the Catscratch's engine and he decided he might as well catch a dance or two, spend some credits on a good-looking Twi'lek and upload some of those classic holo-flicks with gunslinging Sector Rangers. What could possibly go wrong?

 

[Gareth Gin]

Well, this just kept getting more and more interesting, didn't it? More and more people suddenly entered the arena, some quite eccentric like that loud man that seemed to go by the name of Kitt, while others had the gift of the force as well, Gareth was specially interested in that individual (@Skyraider ), it had been quite some time since the last time Gareth encountered a force sensitive person, and this one had a darker feeling, like him, he probably was a sith, if the Matukai was not mistaken, which was usually not the case.

So, Gareth turned his head towards Ryker, smiled a little and gestured for him to come with his hand, not really caring about the dumbnuts that was clearly wasting the guy's time. After that, the force sensitive looked at the credits he earned from winning the arm-wrestling match against that Wookiee, thinking what to do with them, it surely was something that he should think about "Eh, screw it!" The Matukai then pointed at the bartender, slamming the credits against the bar counter "Yo, bartender, use these credits to pay for everyone's drinks, this round is on me!" Gareth downed his current drink while some people in the cantina cheered, waiting for the sith to come, or not, the Matukai didn't really need company to have fun, but he was interested in the sith and other force sensitives.

 

[Kyle "Kitt" Fitz]

Kitt

Kitt sipped on his corellian whisky and watched as more people came in. A Twi'lek had made her way to the bar, she passed a note onto the man he had the pleasure of being dismissed from earlier, and a man who looked very similar to him who had recently arrived. Kitt saw a man enter the cantina, he was sat beside Kitt and changed his order from a cocktail to a whisky. He kind of looked down on his luck, the opposite of Kitt who was practically always lucky. Kitt smiled at Dabik and introduced himself to the man "Hello there, I'm Kitt. Nice to meet your acquaintance" He spoke with the faux smile he always spoke with. "You come to drink your woes and trubbles away like the majority of the people in here? Or have you come to meet and pickup a fine young lady and whisk here away to never never land?" Kitt talked quite quickly, he always had a bit of a smug tone. Soon the arm wrestling Matukai made his way to the bar and ordered everyone in the Cantina a round of drinks. "Well, it looks like your luck is turning my friend" Addressing Davik as he stared off into the abyss and sipped on his drink "Oh, where are my manners? I keep talking and talking and talking, you can't even get a word in edgeways. I haven't even asked you your name or anything yet and i'm just making aaaalllll of these assumptions. How very rude of me, please. do tell me your name." Kitt asked Davik, he had positioned his body towards him so as not to seem rude or uninterested with what Davik might say or tell Kitt. But in reality, Kitt was just trying to make some idle conversation that he wouldn't be too invested in. He'd soon move on from Davik, maybe do some smuggling or any other work he could get within his role in the Syndicates. Kitt had been grifting and playing people for so long that he often didn't know how to turn off his fake grifting personality, or maybe that was just him now. Either way, he loved his job and he loved grifting people.

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[Tacitus Agrippa]

Tac had been setting himself up for something to drink when he got one handed to him by the bartender. He raised an eyebrow as he explained that it was from someone else - the bartender nodded over to a blue Twi'lek who had apparently bought him the drink.

Well it'd be rude not to.

He raised the glass to the woman and nodded to her in thanks when she glanced his way before drinking down the whiskey. Ordering a refill, he took the glass with him as he detached himself from the bar to move over to sit in the booth with his brother.

"Figured you'd pick a corner booth." he greeted his brother as he sat down heavily, "Never did understand what you had against sitting at the bar."

That Nero had invited their little admirer over to drink with them was not something he missed. He raised an eyebrow in her direction as though asking if she were going to sit down or not.

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[Ryker Daxim]

As would be expected with these kinds of places the cantina became more lively it seemed. Which unfortunately for him meant more noise, more fighting and more and more scoundrels. Ryker sighed heavily at this it was almost too much to bear at least he wasn't here during one of his bad moods. He would have been two seconds from murdering everyone in here, and he would have complained the whole time. How unpleasant.

Although surprisingly the Matukai he had been observing seems to have also picked on Ryker's presence. This of course only made his fascination of the man grow more. He usually wouldn't follow strangers, but this would most certainly be fun. With his hands in his pockets Ryker made his way over to his new acquaintance.

Once he was close Ryker looked the man over. He was definitely very fit, certainly way more than himself. But strength wasn't one part of his skill set. With a smile looked directly him now before speaking. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance my good sir. I am Ryker and what do they call you?"

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[Davik Lorso]

Davik waited for the bartender to pour his glass and then raised it slightly in the direction of the man that just introduced himself, "Kitt," he replied, nodded and downed the shot. He could barely get another word in so fast was this 'Kitt' talking and when the Mirakulan offered to buy everyone a round the whole cantina went crazy for a few seconds. Davik used the opportunity to point towards his empty glass and wait patiently for it to refill... ordering Iridonian whiskey wasn't a bad call at all.

"Davik," he finally replied with a smile, "Davik Lorso." He said in a way that Kitt might think the name should sound familiar, but it wouldn't. Poor old Davik wasn't nearly as accomplished a smuggler as he wanted to be, or more importantly on a night like this with so many hot sentient women around, as he wanted to appear. "The big guy has credits to burn eh?" idle chatter, but good enough until he got drunk and singled out the Twi'lek he'd try to hit on. "Must be doing something right?"

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[Kyle "Kitt" Fitz]

Kitt
Kitt listened to Davik as he introduced himself, he looked back at Gareth the hulking Mirakulan and then at Davik. He shuffled in closer and got to a whisper "Oh, don't mind him he got lucky to a Wookie in an arm wrestle...hey that sorta rhymed you think?" He said as he raised himself up and patted down his overcoat. "Anyways, Davik." Kitt sipped on his drink and swirled the ice around with a yawn. "You're a man down on his luck? You can sort of tell, I mean not by the way you look or anything. Although you do sort of look miserable. I mean, what you just said there, about the big guy. I mean, I'm not down on my luck and I never had those thoughts. So you must be right?" He said placing his elbow on the bar, clenching his normal fist and resting his head on his hand as he looked at Davik. "I mean, I know people pretty well. Can read them like a book sometimes and you my friend are down on their luck. Now, the best way get out of that is to just be lucky. Now I know what you're thinking, Kitt you're an idiot, how do I just be lucky? Well my friend, all you have to do is..." Kitt looked around shiftily, then at the bar man before coving his mouth his metal hand and getting in close to Davik before whispering "Cheat." He then moved his body away from Davik before placing some credits on the bar and looking at the bartender. "Do me a favour, top him up when he's done yeah? Anyways, where was I? Oh right, yeah thats the secret to always being lucky." Kitt sipped up the rest of his drink and knocked on the table and nodded at it. The barman filled it up with some more whisky and ice and Kitt begun to sip it some more. "Thats how I'm always lucky, I was lucky tonight" Kitt winked at Davik as he said that. "Five hundred credits up through sheeeeer luck" He said with a smirk, he always loved revelling in the fact that the people he cheated and scammed usually will never know that he cheated them. ​

 

[Davik Lorso]

and again the stranger began rambling. Davik didn't mind too much since Kitt appeared to be buying all his drinks tonight, but he did start to wonder if he was gonna try and seduce him. Kitt wasn't really Davik's type, but why else would a man try to get another man drunk? Oh kriff, he was going to rob him.

Bringing his second shot of Iridonian whiskey to his mouth just as the stranger started rambling about being able to read people as a book, Davik made sure to pretend like he was listening. A second later and the his throat burned and he placed the glass back on the bar, motioning the bartender for that promised refill. "You just lucky playing cards, or-" he nodded to the bartender in thanks as he took his third shot and drained it right away. "-that luck also extend to business?"

Not that Davik had any, but he did pass a warehouse on his way over and if one were lucky they'd be able to get in there unnoticed and pilfer some goods. Just enough for Davik to pay the mechanics and not enough for whoever owns the warehouse to through a fit and want their heads. Pointing again towards his empty glass, the bartender approached and refilled with the premium Iridonian whiskey. Heh, you didn't often get to drink this well on another man's dime.



@Faust Rex

 

[Kyle "Kitt" Fitz]

Kitt

Kitt smirked and laughed as he was asked if his luck extended to business. His luck extended to everything even if he couldn't cheat in it. Kitt was one of the luckiest men alive. He'd survived a fighter crash in his youth, nothing could stop his luck now. "Well, it's not just luck in play in a hand of cards my friend..." Kitt smirked before continuing "But of course I'm lucky when it comes business Davvy, can I call you that? I'm the luckiest man in the galaxy" He spoke as his smirk remained on his face he stretched his arms out and yawned. "Why? Do you have some business per se? Something that needs a little bit of Kitt's luck?" Whatever this business was that Davik was suggesting at, he could probably help. Maybe help. Maybe help him then rip him off. Kitt had many ideas flowing through his head as he sipped his whisky. He could always do with some fun shenanigans. Maybe he wouldn't however, it wasn't always a good idea to burn bridges. Some bridges were better left intact, maybe Davik could be useful in the future as a smuggling partner or helpful friend. They could always help each other on jobs. It was often a difficult life smuggling and scamming alone.

@Eccles ​

 

[Pidge Batana]

The tattooed hunk waved her over. Oh? So that was how it was going to be? Hopefully he knew she wasn’t the type to slide onto his lap unless he paid her an extra 50 creds. Perhaps later, if she was in the mood. But that would be a few drinks later. Both men were striking, but in a different way than Ilana had been. They seemed more grounded, less ethereal. Perhaps less likely to commit information theft and then spend the night at her apartment. That was for the best, anyway. Her bed could only fit two, and she didn’t want a fight over who got the couch.

As Pidge approached, she got a better look at the men through the haze of the cantina. They appeared to be typical scoundrels, perhaps brothers, but the cigarra smoke that hung heavily in the air smelled expensive. The humans might indeed be lucrative customers... or business partners...

Sitting down, the Twi’lek licked her lips. “Hello. Call me Pidge. May I ask who I have the pleasure of meeting?”

@Exhilian
@Nefieslab

 

[Nero Agrippa]

Nero Agrippa would smirk as he took a mouthful of his corellian whiskey. His green eyes piercing as he looked directly at Pidge but had a sense of the moving parts around him. His tattooed fingers tapping the cigarra in the ashtray as he had a strong look on his face. The air hung heavy with smoke and Holonets were still in full bore showing Sports, news and all kinds of shit that Nero could care less for. His wave over to the female Twi'lek got her over to sit down with a quick lick of her lips. The fresh burning sensation of tobacco rolled around his tongue as it was followed by a strong taste of whiskey to sooth the fire on his tastebuds. "Nero." he would say with his lips pursed a bit. Letting his brother introduce himself as he was next to him. "And who might you be? Pretty bold of you to approach us with that Comlink. I must say I rather enjoyed it."

His tongue rolled abit with a chuckle as his eyes seemed to scan her even if he was looking directly in her own. Nero had a good idea of her confidence she was the one who liked to make the plans, call the shots or do something that was going to benefit her. Most people who walked into Cantinas bold and confident usually had something that was elusive to the rest of the naked eyes in here but Nero could care less. She was good looking and he would have her handcuffed to the bed later if she kept up with her games. Spanking included. Nero and his brother shared most things, female company included at times so it mattered none if they both had to carry her home over their shoulder with alcohol in one hand. Taking a long drag of his cigarra as the Twi'lek waiter came around to make another round of drinks and set them down on the table as Nero would would nod.

@Nefieslab
@Kestrel