Open Social Takodana Forgive Me Daddy, For I Have Sinned

[Afra Harro-Din]

Afra Harro-Din leaned against the castle court wall, a thin stream of tobac smoke rising from the lit cig in her mouth as she eyed the entrance into the castle-bar where the rumored party was going on. She had heard about it through the grapevine. Even though she was trying to distance herself from the criminal underworld after a few year stint at Bandomeer Max, she had business on Takadona anyways. Might as well check out the scene.

Afra pushed away from the wall, flicking the ember from her cig and giving her arms a good stretch before she approached. The castle interior was a raucous collection of scum and villainy and Afra didn't feel at all uneasy as she approached the bar.

"Corellian whisky, neat." Afra purred at bartender as she leaned against the bar, eyes wandering around the room looking for threats and familiar faces. The two weren't always the same, but often could be.

 

[Davani Gaizott]

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This was indeed a shithole.

Davani Gaizott had been exploring the area recently, being tranced by whatever kriff she could get herself in. She was always attracted to shenanigans and debauchery. Takodana Castle was a mess in terms of his history as a fortress, then evolving into a base for pirates. She didn't care either way personally, whatever meant she would get into fun, deadly or not.

The Chiss woman would enter the bar, not masked but still wearing the rest of her general wear. The place seemed lively enough on arrival, and she took the scene around her first before making any moves. She didn't know anyone here personally, but now would be the time to get to know people she could work with... or if she needed to pop their head at some point. Davani hoped that everyone here would be equally as scum as her. The mere idea made her giggle.

She would approach the bar, excited by the mere fact that drinks were on the house. She always enjoyed getting wasted because it meant she couldn't care less about any other shit around her. Sitting down, she would wait for the bartender to approach her before she would make her order.

"Lothal Spicebrew.." she asked, relaxing her posture as she got used to the aromas and atmospheres. She sat herself in a way that she'd be near other people in case they'd talk to her. Davani honestly expected racism, given being a Chiss, or being completely ignored as her own life as a bounty hunter is mostly solitude.

Looking around, she began to realize something in particular Something to entertain her and feed her desires could occur...

 

[Edin Frost]

Edin was largely keeping to himself, listening to the catchy songs and having his fruity drink. He looked over when a woman (@Trix ) approached near him and ordered what he had, “You may want to add alcohol to that,” He remarked with a smile. His fruity beverage was literally just a delightful juice drink. He briefly looked over to take in sight of all the tieflings, admiring them. Both men and women alike were a perfect mix of attractive and terrifying. It was exactly the appeal Firrerreo had so he could certainly relate.

He was amused when a female tiefling (@llamallove ) took a seat next to him and then remarked about permission, “Don’t mind so long as you don't accidentally nick me with those fine horns,” Edin said with a smile before there was a beep on his wristband. He read over the face of it before he calmly took a sip of his drink. He had already surveyed the room to take in sight of everyone and he knew what to do.

A different song began to play.

The half Firrerreo stood up, his heavy blaster drawn in the blink of an eye. He leveled it above the female tiefling’s shoulder, “Pardon my reach, darling,” He said while flashing a polite, fanged grin a moment before he aimed and fired. The bolt would streak through the air with the aim of colliding with the side of Xol’s (@Charles ) head as he was walking over towards Grace. It would be enough to kill him on the spot, and if not, it would certainly blast his breathing apparatus. Sharpshooting was Edin's specialty.

The chirp of a new bounty would ring out for all those that were in the business, Xol’s face flashing for them all.

 

[Xol Zaa Fenn]

Spoiler: OOC Note

Was pretty confused at first given that I made that tabloid after Xol came to this party, but I'll roll with it so long as Xol gets out alive. That's all folks.

Almost as soon as Xol left his seat, he got that bad buzzing feeling Gram had once called Xol's danger sense. And if weren't for this danger sense of his, the Tognath would've gotten a mouthful of heavy blaster bolts. Instead of the bolt hitting the Enforcer in the side of the head, Xol evaded the shot enough so that clipped his breathing apparatus. Anger and rage brimmed throughout the Enforcer's body when he realized it was Edin Frost who made the shot.

With one hand, Xol covered the damaged bit of his breathing mask, and with his other he tapped a button on his thigh that activated his jet boots before flipping Edin and his damn choccy milk off as he zipped off towards the exit. Albeit awakwardly. With the disorientation due to his growing lack of oxygen and the fact that this place was a bustling party, Xol slid over tables and knicked a few patrons. What did Xol do this time?? Did Mae snitch? Mae was going to pay!! <Pun-gaarrsagheee...Punchee...start the ship!> Xol gurgled into his commlink. He could already hear the engines of the Calypso II burning outside. Or maybe that was his breathing apparatus fussing…

Xol knew what it must have been that set the sharpshooter off. The Thieves Guild had recently let out an article poking fun at the Hutts- but Xol used an alias. How did they figure him out? Then again...Yul might have been an unoriginal giveaway. Was that how scummy Edin Frost was? Killing a guy at a party for only five fucking thousand credits? Xol had enough of his own credits to pay Edin off ten fold! Not that the Tognath planned on doing that anytime soon. Right now he was focused and breathing normally again and maybe making new allies.

Unfortunately, Xol smacked into a larger patron that flipped him over a few tables. With the jet boots still active, he lost control which led to him busting his forehead on the corner of the doorway that led to the exit. His body slid across the ground outside the bar, pain throbbing all over the Tognath’s nearly broken body. Xol stayed limp on the ground until he heard the blast door shut at which point Xol scrambled to his feet and bumbled his way back to his ship.

[/Exit Attempt]

@Sreeya @Where @Trix @Nor'baal @I'm to lazy to get everyone else. You'll get the notif if you're watching the thread.

 

[Khalid Din]

After finishing his drink, the Tiefling cowboy decided that it was time to get to the dance floor and show everyone his moves, maybe get to know someone new. But it seemed like that wasn't necessary in this case as the new acquaintances came to him instead, another person running into him. A bit surprised at first, Khalid's hand grabbed Iniya's at first to make sure she didn't fall down after stumbling backwards "It's all right dear, no avoidin' bumpin' into other people with parties like this one" The Tiefling added, flashing Iniya a devilish but charming smile.

Khalid would let go of the woman's hand, Taking his sunglasses off and hanging them on his shirt as his gaze lingered on the Zeltron "And can't really get mad 'bout it when it gave me the opportunity ta talk ta a pretty girl such as yourself, now can I? Name's Khalid Din, by the way, nice ta meetcha." Just after he said that, Khalid would get news of a bounty being put on...Someone that was currently present there...By someone that was also there, how convenient.

"Gimme a sec dear, I'm about ta earn some credits ta get ya a proper drink" Khalid winked at the Zeltron girl before grabbing his blaster and aiming at Xol with a confident smirk on his face...Before someone else (@Sreeya) shot at him and presumably took him out. Khalid's smirk dissappearing as his tail sadly dropped to the floor "...Fuck" Khalid looked at Iniya, giving her a shrug and a smirk in a desperate attempt to save face "...Ya win some, ya lose some, right?"

@Reylo4evr

 

[Grace Zann]

Grace's attention would be averted to the sound of a blaster bolt going off from across the room. It looked like someone had just attempted to off Xol. She would watch the enforcer collapse, and almost grin for all the trouble that man caused her. Meanwhile, Nor'baal was going on about how she had gotten far too much publicity as of late. That much was true, but Grace adored the attention.

She would attempt to play this whole thing off, saying "Nor'baal, relax. I've already contacted the chancellor, and we're going to come to an arrangement that will help both the Republic and the Syndicates... Hopefully us more than them. Just think about all the credits I'll be paying you..." She would add.

Her attention would turn yet again, to Xol's attacker this time. She did not know who he was, but only knew one other who could aim that well (@Tyr'din Selm). "Awfully bold of him... Though I suppose it was your bounty Nor'baal... Poor Xol. He would have been a great enforcer, if he could keep his mouth shut. Some would say the same thing about me though." She would eye Nor'baal with a grin before looking back toward the assassin.

 

[Nor'baal Desilijic]

Having been in this business for several hundred years, Nor'baal had lost count of the number of low-life poodoo that had been shot in his presence. As such, he was undisturbed by the flurry of activity that took place as Edin (@Sreeya) shot Xol (@Charles), and instead waved his assistance over <Haku doth da tytung vehpobaee? Goo doth tee bo see bidwata doth goo?> he asked nonchalantly.

The flattering Toydarian shook his head, this was not the first time his master had forgotten who he had put a bounty on. With a quick check of his datapad, he replied "That is Xol Zaa Fenn your most perceptive of emminences. You put a five-thousand credit bounty on him only yesterday."

Nor'baal looked confused.

<Hmmmm.> he rumbled. <Lova num bacaka hih bu che copah dokepaba che wa taneee. Gahkesa bu nibobo gee doth cuanesa, whao hee, woy bu beeska mu-moolee.> he instructed, before moving on to the real concern he was faced with - Grace Zann.

<Uba pankoph bu Ponlaueay?> he lashed his tail in frustration. This was a colossal gamble, going to actually meet the person who commanded a vast fleet of ships, and, to boot, had a need to make his own strength known.

<Toupee mi, haku apoya whao bu Ciduepe mee becmi saleu bai paknee ata bata twa pankpa, pea la canta-> he paused, there was no word in Huttese for what he said next, so he reverted to basic "- stolen?"

 

[Iniya Pochi]

Iniya thought her luck was too good to be true. She smiled at Khalid. She was about to introduce herself when Khalid pulled out his blaster and prepared to shoot at a man. Another shot rang out first, however, hitting an ugly creature she didn't care too much about, forcing his hasty exit. She turned back to Khalid. "How about a dance, instead?" she replied, lifting an eyebrow. "Contrary to what you may believe, I am actually quite graceful, even in heels," Briefly, she wondered if she had cleaned the blood off the bottom of her heel since last time she had worn these shoes. "I'm Iniya, by the way," she added, giving the tiefling her own charming smile.

@Versok

 

[Davani Gaizott]

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Davani would receive her drink, sipping into it slowly and enjoying the taste of her alcohol. She always got too deep into her drinks, arguably being a conissour of one herself. This made her think she needs to get a bar someday and see what that leads her into.

As she sipped more, the entertainment of the day would come to being as she watched a Half-Firrerreo turn and shoot a defiled looking person who was in the middle of the bar. The man would drop on the spot as silence would briefly go in the room from the badassery. “Now that is some real shit.” she smiled, happy that someone had embraced the spirit of bounties. “Must be a new record for bounty time…”

After finishing her drink, she’d get up from her seat and waded through the crowd to get a look on the man who took the shot before joining the dance floor, seeing what mingling she could get herself into. Her red eyes scanned for anyone who would be potential seekers…

 

[Barnabus Poppington]

The first thing Barnabus noticed about Takodana when he arrived was the air. The air on Takodana was fresh - he could smell nature and salty water on the wind. Gross. This shit hole probably doesn't even have neon signs. Thankfully it did have access to the Holonet, which Barnabus immediately booted up and began browsing.

He was wearing a typical punky outfit for two reasons. One, his mother hated it and he wanted her to know that she doesn't own him and Two, to let people know that he was totally unique and not like them. Although anyone with a perceptive eye could tell that the jacket was designer, betraying his edgy persona for that of a rich boy trying too hard. His headphones blasted the latest in Dathomirian Death Metal songs right into his brain while he walked towards the Castle.

Uncharacteristically he was heading to a party. Well, technically, in normal people terms what he was doing would be called 'Party Crashing', as he had not been officially invited. While he was monitoring communications between two smaller pirate crews for a client he interecepted an invitation. The pirate jobs were the easiest because they rarely ever thought about cyber security or leaving a digital bread trail. He'd also taken a peek at the guestlist and it looked like it was going to be quite the star studded event. A very exciting prospect for someone looking for work, especially work that's more interesting than eavesdropping on pirate gossip.

He didn't notice the flash of a blaster bolt while he approached as his nose was buried into his Holopad and his music's volume was up rebelliously loud. What he did notice was some scrambling buffon (@Xol) almost knocking him on his ass. Barnabus pulled his headphones from his head and scowled "Idiot!" He called after the fleeing man before grumbling and heading into the Castle.

Walking straight past any shenanigans or kerfuffles that were occuring, Barnabus went straight to the bar. Before the bartender could offer any friendly greetings, hellos or questions, Barnabus bluntly stated his order. "Cola. No Ice. With a straw." The bartender lingered for a few seconds, expecting a please that would never come. "Now?" He sourly stormed off to prepare the drink, muttering under his breath. Barnabus sat on a bar stool and scanned the people in the room. Lots of big names here. Lots of potential clients. And potential targ- oh god damnit, of course Nor'Baal is here. Barnabus audibly rolled his eyes, reached back to the bar and grabbing his drink - taking a long, loud irritated slurp.

 

[Nymeria]

Nymeria moved with Jabari as he took the lead on the dance floor, not expecting him to show the sort of grace he was showing on the dance floor. Given his attire she had expected that she might have some fun with him, but she ended up enjoying herself in an entirely different way as she simply moved to the music and forgot about any teasing she might have previously thought of.

That is till one of her men caught her eye moments before a blaster bolt went off. "Sorry sweetheart," she whispered to Jabari with a gentle tap to his cheek, "duty calls. Give me a minute?" She stepped away from the dance floor, and a zeltron woman with arms wider than the proprietress' head walked up to her with a datapad, showing her the bounty that had gone live. She frowned for a moment, but that frown quickly turned upside down, after all this wasn't completely unexpected. With the sort of people in attendance only a fool would not expect at least some violence. Besides, this might just make the night more memorable, who would forget the fastest bounty take down ever? She eyed Edin, the man was one of many big names in attendance, and she was sure people would talk about the time he took down a bounty within seconds of the hit being posted.

Nodding at the Zeltron, she started moving back towards Jabari, as a scantily dressed man, one of the few Hapans in her employ, came charging out of seemingly nowhere with a tray in his hand, a tray with an old fashioned blaster atop it.

"Alright bitches!!" He shouted loud enough to be heard over the music. "Who's got the balls for some Ruusan roulette??"

Reaching Jabari, she gave him a smile as she picked up a flute of something pink and bubbly from a passing server.

"So, do you think your luck's as good as your dancing?" Her voice was playful, but there was a challenge behind the wicked smile. "Don't worry, they're only stun bolts, will only send you to the floor." That bit was said loud enough for those around to hear, but she leaned in to whisper the next bit. "Gonna hurt like a bitch though."

@Altaris @homewrecker @ByakuyaXVMarkov @Reylo4evr @Nor'baal @Where @Versok @Sreeya @Arcangel @llamallove @Trix @The Good Doctor

P.S. Tagging everyone so everyone can join in the game if they want

OOC: To participate in the game please pick a number from 1-6 and roll a d6 dice, if the number matches you get hit.

 

[Aden Archer]

Well, this is quite a predicament he is in, the Hutt (@Nor'baal) gave him a drink, but there is no way Aden will turn down a drink from a Hutt crime lord, lest he offend the great Hutt. He was thinking on what to do, drink something that Hutts like and his human-self may not, or bite the bullet here.

But suddenly, he got a notification from his datapad, and it looks like everyone else did. Before he knew it, he stood up as blaster bolt rang out and then there was a dead body on the ground. "Wait, the bounty was here?" he muttered to himself. Did someone piss off the Hutt? That was really, really strange. And that person who shot him didn't waste any time. Ice cold. But at least that let him get away from the Hutt's attention without potentially offending him

But then the pirate queen that's hosting this party would announce Ruusan roulette, feeling like a brave bird and having had enough drinks to influence his better judgement, and knowing there were stun bolts in the pistol.

The flyboy then strode over to get the blaster from the under dressed person. Aden smiled "Allow me" Aden would then turn and face a lot of the people and then pointing the blaster to his head "This is how it's done everyone" he shouted playfully. Then he would pull the trigger.

And then instantly Aden drop to the ground, completely knocked out. He didn't even hear the sound of the blaster firing before it was lights out for him.

Oops

 

[Davani Gaizott]

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Davani would be on the floor, glass in hand, as she’d be mingling and seeing who would approach. Her boredom would increase as her own social skills seemed to lack this evening. She was already beginning to get tipsy from the amount of alcohol she was having that day. The owner of the establishment would invoke Russan Roullette, a favorited game among criminals like her. Before she even raised her hand a dude would take the blaster, and immediately shit himself over it, falling unconscious.

The Chiss woman would giggle as she would approach as well, taking the blaster out of the dude’s hand and she’d twirl it in her left hand. “No. This is how it is done.” Davani would exclaim tipsily before pointing the blaster promiscuously to her left breast.

Unfortunately for her, luck wasn’t on her side either. A simple blast would sound throughout the bar and she would fall to the ground on her back, close to Aden’s body. Her mouth remained open mid-sentence as she’d be in a sort of suspension, her eyes wandering as she tried to bear the pain of both being unable to move and the shocks flowing through her.

That was 2 out of whoever had the balls now to think it may have been rigged for entertainment.

 

[Mae Tecono]

Mae was about to introduce herself to the man next to her after he admitted there was not any alcohol in her beverage. But before she could the man stood and quickly shot @Xol in the side of the head. As he fell, Mae's eyes widened. "What the frack?!?" she murmured. She did not like @Xol in fact, she had recently turned her dislike of him into hatred, but this did not excuse her from feeling bad for him. He did not deserve to be shot or so she thought, at least. He probably ticked off the wrong person and being in a party full of hunters and scoundrels, there had to be one who hated him more then she did.

She sat back down and continued with the party until she heard a few more blaster bolts from another table near. Apparently those in a attendance or some of them were playing some kind of suicide game. She wanted to stay and make some new contacts, but this was no longer a place to have fun. Mae decided to get up and leave before she got some kind of blood on her new dress.

[Exit Thread]

 

[Amira Din]

Emryc Energy drink in hand, Amira's focus returned to the two customers adjacent to her, specifically the half-Firrerreo who had responded to her question. "No need to worry about that, stranger," she replied, the corners of her lips curling upwards into the beginnings of a smile. The Tiefling maintained deep and prolonged eye contact as the sweet, tangy carbonated flavor of Soaring Starship washed down the dust from her travels. "If I ever nicked you, it wouldn't be on accident. But you're right about one thing," she added, tilting her head to one side with an easy smile. "They are fine horns."

Several datapads, phones, and wristbands dinged or rang in a chorus of notifications, almost as if on cue. The mood in the cantina instantly shifted. Music continued to filter through the overhead speakers, but chatter died down or ceased altogether. Several patrons turned to stare at the Tognath strolling across the room, hands fidgeting near concealed blasters and knifes, dollar signs in their eyes. Their intentions were clear, but it was the Firrerreo in the black leather jacket that made the first move.

Leveling his heavy blaster above the Tiefling's shoulder, one single shot was fired, the blaster bolt striking the Tognath's breathing apparatus with a hiss. Amira gaped, mouth parted, as the Tognath stumbled forward and fell through the cantina's front entrance, collapsing in a heap outside. Well, one less mess for the bartender to clean up. "Woah," she said, yellow gaze exploring the sharpshooter with raised eyebrows. "That was hot." She grinned.. "But next time, you might consider giving a girl a little more head's up."

Business continued on as usual after that, with several patrons joining in a game of Ruusan Roulette. Was it even a cantina if there wasn't at least one killing a day? "Ruusan Roulette," she remarked, nodding her head toward the group. "Ever played, sharpshooter? Or do you prefer games of skill?" Smirking, the Tiefling stood. "From what I can see, you've got plenty of that. Not like these jokers." She referred, of course, to the two contestants who lie unconscious on the floor.

Amira crossed the room, prying the old-fashioned blaster from the stiff, blue hands of the Chiss woman who'd just collapsed and tossing it to the Firrerreo. "Try some luck for a change. Go on, shoot me," she'd add, just in case he had any reservations. @Sreeya

 

[Edin Frost]

Edin couldn’t help but give an impressed whistle at the woman’s quip back. She was as feisty and dangerous as she looked, and it certainly caught his attention. It was enough to where he didn’t bother looking after he shot, knowing the guy dropped somewhere. Edin gave the tiefling a wink as she remarked on his shooting, “How about I make it up to you by buying you a drink, beautiful?” He remarked as he placed his blaster back on his hip. The other short woman left in a hurry as soon as violence broke out and Edin shrugged and simply pulled her untouched drink over.

“What’ll you have?” He asked the tiefling moments before the hostess shouted about Ruusan Roulette. Edin chuckled to himself, but he didn’t exactly jump up to play. To his surprise and amusement, the tiefling signed up and quipped at him. He gave her a fanged smile, “I play anything I can win” He remarked smoothly as he watched her leave to get the gun. Edin expected her to turn it on her head, but instead she opted to hand the blaster to him. His brows rose in surprise and he shook his head before he took the blaster.

“Shooting you really doesn’t sound like winning to me, but if you insist…” Edin said as he threw back his drink before standing up. He spun the chamber and then aimed the blaster at her, tilting his head slightly. She would see the same nonchalant look on his face, but she would see the way his eyes changed. They were calculating, suddenly cold and measured. However, it was clear he was still toying with her, and she would see the blaster’s trajectory trace slowly down from her face, to her neck, down her collarbone and lower. There was a teasing grin playing on his lips as he did so, pausing as the blaster aimed at her thigh.

“If this doesn’t drop you, I get to know your name and one interesting fact about you,” Edin said before he pulled the trigger.

Click.

The half Firrerreo grinned before he casually tossed the blaster at her.

“Your turn.”

@llamallove

 

[Grace Zann]

Grace would take a sip of her drink before responding to Nor'baal, "I did. Personally, I'm not worried about him double crossing us. He's already gotten out of a war. He wouldn't want to get into one. Kuat will give us back the credits, then we'll get the remaining ships from somewhere else... Maybe the Drive yards on Kowak will be ready by then."

It would be then that their host would announce a non-lethal game of Ruusan roulette, an absolute classic. It wouldn't take Grace very long to show interest. "Now that's what I'm talkin about, this should be good..." She would stand up from her bar stool and begin making her way over. "Again. Don't worry Nor'baal. The syndicates will be fine, and you'll have your credits. We all win."

@Nor'baal

 

[Rex WoIfbane]

It was a hard day for Rex as he was busy repairing his ship all day with his crew. Their latest pirate raid took a bit more firepower then planned. He did not shower nor try to clean himself up as he entered the bar. Bar, the place was a dump, barely worth the description. Who the hell would build a pub in the middle of a ruined castle was beyond him. He did see the one thing about the place that was worthy of being in an establishment calling itself a bar, the actual bar top and bartender. The bartender was also the first thing recognizable about the place, an old friend from years past that Rex pulled a few jobs with. As Rex pushed his way to the bar, and before he could catch up with his old friend, he pushed past the host, a fine piece of tail to say the least, but she was busy with another, so he decided to keep his journey on to the bar top.

"Jimmy, ol' friend!" He said with a roar. The old bartender smiled and shook Rex's hand. "What broken down ship did you just come rolling off of?" returned Jim Vance, the bartender. "Haha, you know her! I am still flying the Valk" Rex responded. As Rex made small talk with his old friend, he slowly scanned the bar, only seeing a few recognizable faces. He saw the fat hutt crime boss, and then saw Grace leaving him. He had met Grace on a previous job lead by Mae Tecono and some ugly furball called Rafe.

After they had caught up, Jim had to get back to his other patrons and left the big man to drink slowly from his Mug of Whiskey and soda.

 

[Acklay]

Mars kept telling herself that she was only coming to this thing to scout out potential clients, not to get drunk off cheap liquor and leave with the first piece of eye candy her eyes found. She was here to make connections and not end up dead on the floor, caught in the crossfire of someone's banal feud, either. That's what she had been reminding herself over and over again, but when the distant sound of music began to grow louder and louder, she could feel herself get more and more into a party mood.

To her surprise, when she got inside, everyone had done the shooting for themselves. It took her at least a second to process that the self-inflicted stun bolts were for a game and not some masochist initiation ritual or something. All it got from her was a quirked eyebrow though. She'd seen...stranger.

The woman slipped further into the room. She rarely wore dresses, so the cyborg had opted for something a bit more casual. Black boots, black cargo joggers, and a black crop top were topped off with a long, shiny coat that concealed the bump of a pistol under her beltline. Mars hadn't come looking for trouble, but it would be unwise to show up to an event so dark with shady individuals without a backup.

"I'm likin' the arms, sis," the bartender commented after the woman had gestured the man over. Both of Mars' forearms were made up of brushed metal and reinforced carbon fiber. Skin grafts were expensive to get and maintain, so she forewent them for her arms. It made them easier to tinker with, anyways.

"I'm glad. I like to keep them shiny," Mars responded with a smile. Only her hands were actually visible, but the metal bits were indeed shiny. Once the drink was in her hands, she twirled around on her chair, crossed her legs, and quietly observed the party as she nursed her glass. Her eyes jumped to the various partygoers, including the three or four Tieflings present. One of them was seated at the bar nearby, while the other three were scattered about. She, of course, recognized the Hutt Crime Lord Nor'baal, in addition to... "Grace Zann?" She'd made a name for herself recently.

In fact, there were several notable people here. She'd have to make a point to introduce herself. With the Cyberpunks wiped out save the old ripperdoc and Moxes, she didn't have Br- any reliable sort of contracts.

 

[Amira Din]

"I never turn a free drink down," she grinned, eyes shining. The Tiefling ran a cursory glance over the fruity beverage the Firrerreo had been nursing before he'd promptly polished it off and shot a man, all within a matter of seconds. "I'll have whatever you're having." She would try anything once, if just to say she had.
"Awfully sure of yourself, aren't you?" Amira asked, although it was evident by the tone in her voice that she didn't mind in the least. She stepped over the unconscious Chiss, planting both feet firmly on the floor of the cantina and bracing herself. Hopefully, if she did get stunned, she wouldn't wake up ten minutes later nauseas and throwing up like she had the first time she'd taken a stun bolt to the gut. That would really kill the vibe she and this cute Firrerreo had going.

Yellow eyes watched as his gaze grew cold and calculating, and it struck Amira that that cold stare was probably the last thing any individual unfortunate enough to meet his gaze at the end of barrel would see right before they died. Not a bad way to go, honestly. But fortunately for her, this was just a stun blaster. "Not only games you can win, but dangerous games. Am I right?"

Click.

Once the danger of humiliating herself had passed, her whole posture relaxed. A slow, building smile crept across her features. "Only one? I promise you I'm far more interesting than that, but if you insist." Reaching out, she caught the blaster he threw her way. The weapon felt foreign and strange in her grasp, as she never used them. "If you don't pass out and drool all over that stool, you have to do the same. And teach me your quick draw technique." Did Amira need to know? No. Did she ever intend to use a blaster? Also no. But did she like to play life on her own terms and see how far someone was willing to go for her? Yes.

Amira spun the chamber and aimed, mirroring the Firrerreo's actions since she didn't know the first thing about blasters. Slowly, she squeezed the trigger, drawing out the anticipation for as long as possible.

Click.

Nothing. "Talented and lucky. Don't suppose you're rich too, are you?" The Tiefling tossed the blaster over her shoulder, where it would sail into the arms of whoever wanted to use it next or scatter to the floor to be picked up. She didn't really care either way. She closed the distance between she and the Firrerreo, sliding onto the stool directly beside him.

"The name's Amira." She stared at him, yellow eyes wandering over his facial features for a moment or two, as if deciding what to share with him. "I once ate eight plates of space waffles in under seven minutes in a eating contest," she would eventually say, wrinkling her nose. "The trick is to smother 'em in muja sauce. Lather 'em up until they almost slide down on their own."

Maybe it was an underwhelming interesting fact. Or maybe it was an invitation to take her out sometime and find out the accuracy behind her claim for himself. He was a smart boy. She'd let him figure that out. @Sreeya