Open Eve 'N More

[Emryc Thorne]

The amount of Mandalorians present was rather curious. Had there been some sort of alliance formed between them and the Rangers? Their ideals sometimes appeared to conflict and he couldn’t see them getting along too well. Regardless, he filed that information away as he watched one of them climb up on stage. He sipped from his whiskey as the female began to sing, a nice change of pace from the general radio music. He took his jacket off to get more comfortable, down to his button up now.

It wasn’t long before he saw another step on beside the Mando, a face he recognized. Emryc watched as the man took up a mic and began to sing as well, his silver gaze fixed on the Firrerreo. It was that same soothing voice he heard before, the crooning of the nightingale. His whiskey came up as he took a sip, gaze unwavering for a prolonged moment towards the searing goldens.

His focus shifted when the Senator spoke. Even when half listening, he was usually alert enough to fill in the blanks. He gave her a lopsided grin, “Not in the habit of drinking engine degreasers, Miss Zale,” He said smoothly as he clinked his whiskey glass against hers before taking another sip. He truly did have a difficult time believing that the woman didn’t have Echani in her.

“Do you speak Mando’a in your household?” He asked, genuinely curious. The Mando part of the Zale history was thought to have been wiped out by now.

@Mr. Teatime @Darasuum

 

[Siria Zale]

With a stare that could have sparkled given how much curiosity and surprise was behind it, Siria watched as another Mandalorian entered the bar. "Wow. I didn't expect Coruscant to have so many" She stared and then cocked her head before a wide grin came across her face. The live performance, joined in by another stranger at the bar, made the woman smile a bit more.

The seat at the table had an actual back to it unlike the one at the bar. Sitting up straight but letting her body lean back a little, the Senator would only come away when she remembered she had another drink. The clink of the man's glass brought a small chuckle to lips.

Siria knew her history of the galaxy better than most in her position. The Senator knew several languages but Mando'a had not been one she had learned for family purposes. There were still some Concoridian descendants in places like Contruum and Tirahnn to the point that even some everyday citizens would see Mandalorian writing even if they didn't know it. Just the same way other Empires had influenced places in the galaxy, the Mandalorians had left their fair share of marks in the galaxy.

There were things that Emryc knew that Siria was ignorant of it would seem. But she didn't pick up on it, yet. "Not much...anymore." Siria tried to think of the last time she did it for any other reason than to practice or to get a rise out of her father. "Parents thought a protocol droid was fine, you know?" She took a sip of her drink. A warm burning returning. "Didn't stop me from learning a few other languages." She bragged though there was a hint of rebellion in her tone. "Shyriiwook one I'm trying to get the hang of though."

Realizing she was the one doing all the talking, a free hand reach up to brush her light hair behind her ear. "How about you? Her eyes looked over the rim of her glass at him. "What kind of habits do you have? I mean aside from staring." She gave a little grin, revealing perfect teeth.

@Sreeya

 

[Risho]

Risho

The Chiss had his elbows rested on the bar as he sipped his whisky. That was until a waitress tripped and spilled a bunch of drinks on him. He sighed and turned around, drenched in alcohol. Risho helped the young waitress up with a smile as she apologised. “It’s okay, we all trip and fall sometimes. No need to apologise” He said reassuring the waitress. He supposed that this was karma for his rather critical and quite rude comments about Lorna. Pulling some credits out of his pocket he handed them to the waitress. “I wouldn’t want your wages to be docked or the sort”. Risho asked the barman for some cloths then made his way to the men’s bathroom. Upon entering he begun to clean himself up, dampening the cloths and patting down his black shirt and trousers. The chiss looked at himself in the mirror before splashing himself with some water to freshen himself up. After cleaning himself up he left the bathroom to the sounds of two people in full song. A woman Mandalorian and a man who sung quieter than the woman. Having a good view from near the door of the toilets, he leaned against the frame and watched as they sung. Tapping his foot rhythmically to the beat of the song with a smile on his face.

@Sreeya @Eccles @Mr. Teatime @Forsythe Crowholde ​

 

[Srucayr]

Srucayr would enjoy Reiel's singing until the end of the song, even the outsiders addition wasn't too bad. Growing tired of the bar, he would rise to his feet and step up to the stage. The bottle of Tihaar and glasses were set down near Reiels foot and he'd offer her a nod before turning to head for the door.

As he swept through the bar, he tightened the harness of his scabbard around his chest, weaving through the other patrons until he reached the door. Rolling his shoulders, he'd offer one last look back into the bar, looking at no one person in particular, he then stepped out into the cool night air.

Visor scanned the streets until he stepped up to a random citizen. "How do I get to the lower levels?"

The citizen looked at the armor to his weaponry. "Uhhh. There's a lift, but I don't think you want to go there.."

"Someone has to." Srucayr would say before he headed off in the direction the civilian was pointing.

/thread exit attempt

 

[Draco Salem Virtus]

Draco Virtus was enjoying his whiskey and cigarra as he watched Risho try to enjoy himself before suddenly taking on a downpour of alcohol from a rather clumsy waiter. Raising his eyebrows as he never took any of the liquor on him he would take a mouthful of his liquor and set it back down on the table. Risho moved off to the bathroom to clean himself up as more patrons began to come into the party. Well it seemed like a good time to leave as the Tatooine Cowboy took another mouthful of his drink and set it down on the bar. He tossed a couple credits onto the bar as he took a long drag of his cigarra with one hand and grabbed his Mako 03 helmet in the other by his side. Exhaling the smoke he would move off from the bar and move past the patrons flowing in. His smoke hanging in his mouth as he his eyes just faced forward.

A jovial smirk on his lips as a live performance began to start as he made his way through the main doors and out by the lift. Once clear of being inside the building he would toss his cigarra and put his Mako 03 helmet back on. Pressing the lift button before entering and heading down as he checked his HUD. Seemed like there was some piracy happening back in Tatooine. He was called upon and he would answer as he made to the ground floor where the parking was. Hitting the small FOB to his ship he would climb in and close the doors. Setting his concealed blaster pistol off to the side by his ships seat.

Firing up the engines he would move off from the party and start plotting his course to back home. He had a job to do and big cities weren't his thing. Hopefully Risho would have better luck and not get another douse of alcohol poured on him before the night was over. That and maybe he could find someone to charm. With that, Draco chuckled and headed off into the sky.

[Exit Thread.]

 

[Lorcan]

Huh... had he just mixed up one armoured dude for another? That right there might be a sign that Lorcan himself had probably had a little bit too much to drink. Even if 'Mandalorians all wore armour', they were different enough that he felt a little bit sheepish to be reminded he'd made the mix up. He coughed a little bit as he looked at Roland, noting that the ranger looked exactly like he remembered him.

Made his little mix up worse, honestly.

"Sorry about that buddy - my mistake." he assured Srucayr before nodding over at Roland, "I'm gonna set this guy up in a booth where he can pass out in peace... Be seeing you, Roland."

Nodding to the now identified Ranger, Lorcan grabbed hold of the drunken man (one Kel Rollan) and started leading him further down the bar. Him getting distracted by others made it a little bit harder but he didn't make an issue out of it, just chuckling a little bit. That the guy immediately started pouring glasses out was not surprising.

In the least.

He knocked back a glass himself before being the one to start pouring again. Looking up at the Mando singing around on the machine, he slapped his new friend on the upper arm.

"Reckon she knows Fairytale of Coruscant?!"

@Kel Rollan @Forsythe Crowholde

 

[Kel Rollan]

Kel was still staring at the glass, wondering how much he had to drink that night. Just two glasses of Tihaar, a bottle of wine at home. He shouldn't be seeing double yet. He looked up at his new drinking buddy as the man slapped his arm, and asked him a question. "Dunno, not really a music mushic person." He had been ignoring the singing for the bar, he was here to drink, not be entertained. Although the two sometimes managed to go hand in hand. Attention brought to the singing armored person he closed his eyes and leaned back, letting the words soothe him. Maybe he should make more of an effort to do something other then drink.

Almost as soon as he finally felt relaxed he felt his mind wander and almost sooner he was in a panic. He reached for the glass of whiskey in front of him but in his inebriation ended up pushing it across the table. He cursed and grabbed the bottle pouring himself another glass, taking a decent sized gulp. "No, not a mushic person." He shook his head, taking another sip from his glass.