Friends Come and Go.

[Vosh Deo]

[RULES: Death Disabled, Fights can happen. Other than that, enjoy.]
Music
​

Oh how time flies when you're having fun. The battles that rage, the women or men that come through, all the fun you can have in the whole Universe at the tips of your fingers. Yet there was a Younger Human man sitting at a stool at the bar, god knows what sector he was in, he didn't even know anymore. Dressed in a brown cloak, he hummed softly. Reading a holo-pad. Some kind of book from a long time ago, simple read really. In his right hand was a small class of a glowing blue drink, an odd thing to have but it was to his taste. Slowly his hands shifted as he placed the glass down on the counter, the data pad he flicked with his fingers to bring up an old photo of his long lost friends during his time in the Deathwatch. He was still searching, lost in his own mind. Everyone had faded away while he looked for a new way of life. He had planned to confront a few others about this but couldn't bring himself to do so. Letting out a booming laugh he looked at the photo, not upset, but truly happy. His head shook side to side while he placed the photo away. The data pad in his cloak. Staring up at the Robotic Bartender.

"Time truly does fly, don't you think? I mean here we are..in a mist of wars, battles, yet we never take the time to really take in all that we can. It's sad really. Perhaps, perhaps this is why I need to take this time. Learn. Read. Fight. Do all that I can to make others know what I do. But that's no task for me, a Jedi? Maybe. A Sith? Psh, they'd kill if you asked for their info. But I don't mind this. Thinking, thinking about all of them. I had amazing friends, amazing warriors, and I fled, I fled because I couldn't bare the pain of losing them. In time, I have learned that their deaths only made me stronger...I think.."

Vosh lifted the glass with his wrist one of his emerald green eyes peering down into the liquid. A soft sigh slipped from his lips while he took a small sip. Under his eyes was bags, restless nights, thoughts, nightmares. All he could really do is wait, perhaps others would come by, or maybe not. Maybe he was just to drink and talk out loud to..seemingly no one.

Only time will tell.

 

[RED-1]

Vane had been walking for a bit. It was a long hall 40 tons of merchandise delivered here on this planet. Now payed and the stuff off loaded he was waiting on parts for his ship. he found him self in front of a bar. Vane looked around be for interning no one was watching or fallowing him that he could see.
Walking in it was early only one man sat at the bar drinking. The droid behind the bar looked up at Vane "welcome, take a seat at the bar" The droid said. Vane walked to the bar. looking in to the mirrors behind the bar Vane saw the man at the bar was watching Vane. It did not take Vane long to see the man has experience and training the way he moved the mannerisms the man showed.
Vane took a bar stool one away from the man sitting. He hand been on his ship for a month with only droids to talk too. Vane did not mine talking to a real human as long as they tried not to kill him. He decided to try the waters. looking back though the mirror Vane gave a nod to the other man sitting and waited to see his reaction.

 

[Vosh Deo]

Vosh raised a brow as he looked at the other human, his head turned around slightly to check around the area to make sure this man was truly looking at him. But it seemed he was alone. He waved his hand in return. Turning his head finally to look at the other human, he opened his mouth to speak, but closed it shortly after words to collect his thoughts. The brows on his head mushed together while he looked at the blue drink. Finally over some kind of thought he spoke.

"So, what brings you here? It's been a long time from when I've seen a friendly face, at least, I hope you're a friendly face."

Vosh said with a small chuckle. He raised his small glass up towards the man, trying to clink their drinks together, or if the man didn't have a drink it was a gester to 'friends' as early as it may be. He looked the man over now, his green eyes scanning over and over. He didn't seem to be a Bounty Hunter, or Jedi, Sith, Nothing. So, what was he?

"And, might I ask what you do for work?"

 

[RED-1]

Vane sat as the man looked him over he did not where his armor this time his hold out blaster was hid in his small of his back and his knife on his belt. Vane looked at him his steel gray eyes seem to look in to a man but the look is known by all in his type of work. he work up a smile. the man ask what he did for work Vane did not even hesitate saying "Freighter Captain, the Big RED, Bantha-Class, my name is Vane." He let that set in and them asked "and you sir?" Van turned and looked at the bar droid "I will have the same as him" said Vane.

 

[RVFVS]

Kaul had been at the bar for hours by this time, cautiously and drunkenly contemplating his situation. He had ordered bottle upon bottle of the green liquid of which the name could not be pronounced. Now, Kaul prided himself on his ability to drink hard and as a former Tower Ganger he had been drinking for a long time but even he was beginning to feel out of sorts by this point. He must have been acting somewhat strange as the mobile servers had stopped coming to see him. Thus, Kaul raised himself, with some struggle, out of his comfy corner booth while keeping his hand carefully rested on his blaster.

As Kaul made his way to the bar he paused, almost unsure of where he was. Was he still on Nal Hutta? Or had he managed to get out? If so he had obviously broken the promise he had made to himself about drinking too much. He hoped that if he had in face broken the promise that the powers that be would understand. He had had a rough go recently and a drink, Kaul justified, was warranted.

Kaul approached the bar and braced himself as he waved his hand at the Robotic bar keep,
"You. Another." He spoke with slightly slurred words and shook the green bottle as he spoke. He quickly glanced at the two men chatting next to him and ensured his blaster was ready to be drawn if necessary.

 

[Minuteman75]

One of the constant themes in the life of Rens Ahim was the desire for a solid drink. For better or worse it was one of his most favorite habit. With that in mind the young orange skinned Mon Calamari, wearing a crimison jacket and dark pants strolled inside into the pub, straight for the bar stand itself. In his left arm, Rens carried a violin case to play some music later and. As establishments go it wasn't the worse nor the best in his opinion from first impression.

He noticed there were few other guests here already plus the droid bartender. He took a stool opposite of Kaul and said to the barkeep, while handing the droid some coins with his free hand.

"Some ale would be nice...in an big glass."

Shaking his head in weariness. Rens placed the case down next to him and thought about how he had a long rotation and a rough job to boot. As much as the alien smuggler craved excitement and adventure, he knew there is always room for some rest, just like his old mentor Vavik had reminding him years ago, Force rest his soul. Giving a polite nod, he took the full glass cup the bartender gave and raised it high in an proud toast for all to hear.

"To Onderon my home and to my king, Praedyth, second of his name, long may he reign!"

As soon as he was done speaking Rens began to gulped the contents of his glass, until stopping halfway. Putting the cup down, and wipping mouth with one of his sleeves Rens Ahim sighed, fully enjoying the ale he just consumed.

 

[RED-1]

Vane tossed some credits down between him in the other guy and to the droid the next one is on me. "The place is filling up." Vane says still waiting on the guy to answer him. vane turn to the guy who just toasted to some king. "Kid, don't mix politics and drinking it never works out." says Vane in a nice almost father like tone.

 

[Darasuum]

[beebox2=90%]

____________

The music started in the background just as Zeff arrived. He stood in the doorway with a confident posture as he gazed to see what was before him. Better than a typical dive bar he nodded to himself. The Nagai made his way to the bar ordering some ambrostine. He looked over at the other men around the bar with a curious glance. He personally prefered women but was open to men. Also being a decent judge of character it was unlikely any of them swung the same way he did.

[/beebox2]

 

[RED-1]

" The customers keep streaming in" says Van looking at Vosh. Vane took a drink from his mug "The question is, will I get out of here with out one of the young kids trying to kill me" He says laughing.