Drying and Drinking

[Darasuum]

Rag-A-Bond Cantina - Jabiim - Neutral Space

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"Another!"

Geir said to the bartender who should remember what he was drinking. there weren't very many people in the cantina at the moment and usually there weren't. it was a dive for spacers, smugglers, travelers and all of those that weren't staying long or repeatedly passing through. but this was Jabiim, and few people liked to stay here longer than necessary. considering the size and the time of day it wasn't as bustling as other clubs of the similar style on other planets but that was to be expected here.

as he waited for his second drink to be poured from the tap the grey eyed man looked around and observed the few people that were present. he didn't watch the sports casting though he was facing it. instead he just kept to himself as he thought about the current events that had unfolded in the past few weeks. when the pint glass came back to him he grabbed it with a chalk white pale hand and raised it to his similarly colored lips and took a deep gulp of the bitter ale.


(OOC: this is an open rp but it is not intended to be a combat oriented. it is open because it is for characters from any and all factions to use without fear of being harmed. if a character wishes to have a "blaster under the table" or anything like that please make it obvious that you are looking for a fight. this way any characters that want to stay out of it have the option to do so. a jedi and a sith could have an argument over ideals and perhaps draw blades but would leave in a "take it outside" kind of manner. this is not just pertaining OOC but IC as well. this is to add character dynamism and deepen personality as well as other character to character relations. thank you and enjoy.)

( @Rae Anne Jarrus , @Law abiding heretic , @TheHook1 , @Calus )

 

[Reven Vargas]

Alex sat in the corner of the bar drinking but not a lot he didn't get drunk often who knew what he would do if he did but still he was there sitting bored out of his mind he took out his light saber and put it on the table and pushed it around with his finger he thought to himself *maybe il meet some one of interest her who know I'm always looking for a friend* he stopped playing around with his light saber just noticing his drink empty he though might as well get another ain't looking for trouble so why worry he said "hey can I get another drink over here?" And waited there yet again playing around with his weapon waiting for anything to happen

 

[Talon maara]

Kip walked through the cantina doors as they swung open violently from a drunken Duros being escorted off the premises. Kip had arrived on Jabiim, a neutral planet in neutral space......in hope to find a neutral people? Maybe? Who knows, but the old Neti wasnt afraid to find out.

Making his way to the counter he ordered a drink called a Flameout, unsure of its contents he drank it feeling its scolding sensation in his mouth as it froze traveling down his throat. Spice......spice was the secret ingredient. But not many knew of such details. All anyone really cared about was how powerful the alcohol contents were.

Looking around the room kip observed the fellow patrons as they sit inside the room merily drinking.

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Sal and his Houk companion Archer sat in the corner playing Dejarik as they drank numerous types of alcoholic beverages. Sal was a selonian officer of the ADI and Arc was a lonley mercenary, both with one thing in common......smuggling. Sal ran goods acrossed the galaxy for a price with his 3 meter tall, 413 kg behemoth of a friend.

The two loved an adventure if it presented itself.

 

[Semira Erates]

Semira thought that taking a day or two off might be good. Not to mention that she was kind of grounded in Jabiim. She had been forced to get off a planet with the Republic Counsel Yacht she had borrowed not fully repaired.

And although Semira probably should of looked after the repairs on the yacht and made sure no one stole anything, she had seen a cantina near the spaceport. It had seemed appealing at the time, but now that Semira walked in, she saw that there weren't that many people in the bar.

Regardless, she still sat down at the counter. And when the waiter came around, she asked for Corellian Ale. While Semira waited, she observed the other patrons. Most of theme looked like they were armed, but didn't want to start a fight.

As her drink was delivered, Semira reminded herself that the blaster on her hip wasn't real, and that if a fight did indeed break out, she would have to either use her lightsaber, which was the 'barrel' of the blaster, or just make a run for it. As Semiea took a sip or her ale, she simply hoped that a fight wouldn't break out.

 

[Calus]

The chadar-fan marched into the cantina proudly. His droid Ticky followed behind him doing just the same. As he approached the counter he scrambled up the rather large seat then slammed his hand on the table. "Get me your cheapest drink!" He demanded slapping his hand on the table in anger. He patted Ticky on the head then look around at the other patrons. The bottle was tossed at him and Tadar grabbed it. The cracked it open on the edge of the counter then took a massive drink. "This is terrible." He stated.

 

[Reven Vargas]

As Alex sat there still drinking a bit he looked up to see who had come in he had zoned out for a bit and as long as he was stuck here he might as well see if he could find some one worth talking to he looked around and then......he stopped he saw some one walk in a girl but there was somthing about her but he couldn't put his finger on it he didn't know wether good or bad for him Jedi had often looked for him said he was unstable with his powers and smith the same he took his light saber off the table and hid it just in case other than that he saw a rather proud man walk in he ordered a cheap drink then complained about it tasting bad "who should I talk to" he whispered to himself then he thought ok what ever I'm just going to see what I can find out from this girl see if I'm right. He got up and started to walk over keeping his saber hidden in case she wasn't who she seemed if so he would make a run for it as always but if not he would just see he guessed.

 

[Reidly]

Ryth sat in his little corner, his cybernetic legs set to the side of his table. An empty glass was in his hands, and he seemed to be lost in his own little world.
"Every time I think I find somewhere quiet so I can relax, something goes to ruin it." He grumbled softly, letting his ears droop along with his tail.
"Just my damned luck."

 

[The Captain]

Standing by the HoloNet bounty board, Andor Hais flipped disappointedly through the meager selection on the screen. Most either weren't worth the fuel or were Wanted: Dead's posted by annonymous source. Essentially legal assassinations.

Slumping into a nearby chair, the Zabrak grabbed his bottle of cheap scotch and poured himself another drink. Panning over the colorful occupants of the bar, hsi eyes locked on a young Corellian girl drinking at the bar.

"This might not be a total loss after all." He muttered, ditching his cheap booze and sauntering over to the counter.

 

[Reven Vargas]

Walking tward the counter Alex noticed a man walking and he knew that he was going to the same place since he was ahead he got there first he just got a drink turned around and smiled at the guy *got here first buddy* he thought to himself but he more or less wanted to see his reaction.

 

[Semira Erates]

Semira, still sipping her beverage, looked around the cantina again. And, she was not pleased by what she saw. There was at least one man, who she had previously saw fiddling around with some object. There was also a Zabrak who was approaching her.

Darn, why can't I just drink in peace? she thought. But there was something good about her dilemma too. Nothing bigger then that for Semira to worry about. So she decided to just watch as the scene unfolded. Something she didn't have to get involved in finally, or at least for now.

And, it took her mind off her homeplanet.

 

[Reven Vargas]

As Alex sat down he could tell that she wasn't happy about it somewhat so he thought *well I just won't bother her if she wants to talk she'll say somthing if not I'll just sit here I got nothing better and I'm stuck on this planet he looked at his light saber he hid no need for this he said and just sat there thinking to himself.

 

[The Captain]

Andor was forced to stifle his chuckling as the young man who reached the bar first was now stranded next to a girl who wanted nothing to do with him. He flashed him a smirk which screamed she's all yours. Deciding not to annoy the woman further, Andor moved to an open stool near the end of the bar.

 

[Reven Vargas]

Looking at the other man now he could see he had a smirk on his face he knew what it meant "dang it* he whispered to himself either way it was to late now Alex had 2 options sit or leave but he sat not knowing what to do aww who cares he thought just have a drink and a good time he got another drink and was feeling ok now just see what happens he thought. But he still wanted to get even so when the man sat down and wasn't looking Alex used the force to tip his drink on him he laughed when he looked for who did it he knew he wouldn't know it was him so he chuckled a little and then just sat there happy with himself.

 

[Calus]

Radar sighed as he watched the other men converge on the girl. "Classic." He muttered and sipped his drink. "Just so classic..." His droid sighed and he looks at the men. "Now men, lets leave this girl alone!" He muttered and his droid nodded in agreement. "Yeah do as the, master, says!" The droid howled. The chadar-fan eyed them twitching his larger then average ears. "Kapeesh?

 

[The Captain]

Andor, having been beaten to the girl and having whiskey in his lap, was in no mood for a lecture. Especially from some stubby Chadra-Fan and his robot lackey. He got up from his seat, stormed past the cackling human and sat down right next to the aforementioned rodent.

"Butt out, pal. Nothing's gonna happen here, believe me."

 

[Calus]

"Pal! Pal!" He howled and his robot cracked its knuckles. "YOU FILTHY SON OF HUTT! I SHOULD KILL YOU RIGHT HERE AND NOW!" He screamed in anger and drew his vibroblade flipping it on. "No one insults the, master!" The robot howled in a very deep voice. "Now you filthy horn face...go frack yourself." He said. "I was just trying to help this fine lady out!"

 

[The Captain]

Well this was unexpected. Seeing the Chadra-Fan go for his knife, Andor drew his blaster pistol and leveled it with the rodent's gut. He always kept the weapon on stun by default, but there was no way to tell that. Both bar patrons were now in a stand-off at the counter.

"Easy pal, easy. How about we all just loosen our sphincters and go back to drinking over priced swill, alright?"

 

[Calus]

"Thinking your big gun scares me! Well it does!" He hollered. He sheathes his sword and nods in agreement. "But for drawing that gun you owe me my next drink. Understand!" He demands.

 

[The Captain]

"Deal," he replied, holstering his gun. "Hey barkeep, get us another round of whatever this guy was drinking. As the bartender prepared the mystery liquids which he sold as booze, Andor turned back to his newfound drinking partner.

"You got stones, pal. What's your name?"

 

[Semira Erates]

Semira sighed. It looked like the man and Zabrak wouldn't be interesting after all. Or at least she thought. But the man has apparently wanted to continue the grudge. Semira could tell that he has used the Force and that immediately put her on edge. Sith? Or maybe a rude Jedi?

Semira didn't have much time to think about however, because now it appeared that they were fighting. Over her. Great. Putting down her ale. Semira stood up on the barstool.

"There's nothing to fight over. Stop. Especially you."

Semira said her second sentence to the Force Sensitive.