Hutta Drink Up

[Drace Solus]

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Drace eyed the keg eagerly, impatient to be the first at the party to get the serious drinking started. He stood from the bar as Burkhart brought the keg over, and opened his mouth to speak.

"Hell ye—" And that's when all hell broke loose. He'd been aware of the Jedi next to Raz—apparently her husband—who'd smashed Daz's face into a table, and had assumed he'd be the one to start the bar fight. And yet, out of all the people, it was Daz, who'd only just gotten his ass handed to him. Well, it didn't matter. The fight had started, and Drace slid his helmet on, leaving the keg there, to return to later.

He was already standing, so he charged toward the oncoming Manda'lor and headbutted her (@Sreeya) hard enough to send both of them flying in opposite directions. Drace landed on his ass a few meters away, but he was up in no time. Drunk as he was, he was doing a surprisingly good job moving around. Soon as he was up, he grabbed the nearest bottle and broke it over the head of some poor rebel bastard. He turned to see the Alliance's commander making a beeline for Leandros, murder on his face. That should be interesting.

A flash bang had exploded, and that reminded Drace who had been holding it before that. Daniel. His eyes scanned the crowd for the Badger (@Lucid), but didn't spot him. Then, he looked down and noticed the man sprawled out and ready to get trampled. In a few paces, Drace covered the distance needed and hoisted the man up, carrying him over his shoulders as though he'd been wounded in battle. He set Dan down in a booth in the empty part of the bar, knocking aside a few half-finished drinks that had been on the table. Hopefully no one would be mad. Having left Dan sleeping on a comfortable booth couch, Drace turned to see how Leandros was carrying himself and if the Commander had reached him yet.

 

[Crix Dolan (TL8)]

Crix nodded a greeting to Val as he approached. Crix watched the celebration unfold with more and more familiar faces seemingly popping up out of nowhere. Devrim was the latest to arrive and the dude was decked out. "Not like you, Pal." He said with a little admiration in his voice.

"Welcome to the party, bud." Crix said wondering if he should have worn a tie. As Crix and Devrim caught up, Valentine handled a couple of overeager Mandalorians. Crix found himself calling out, "OYA!" with Raz lifting his drink in a toast to the victorious Jedi. Oh man, this is gonna be just like New Concord. A feral smile started to spread across his face as he watched Raz start to let loose. He dodged one of her flying mugs and unclipped his gunbelt and tucked it behind the bar. Turning to Devrim he said, "Sorry Pal, I can't explain it, but I need to hit someone." His smile was wild as the tension reached a fevered pitch. Raz headbutted a dude, it was awesome. Crix caught her gaze and called out,"We doing New Concord?!"

He knew without her saying anything. They were doing New Concord. Full Blown Bar fight. The Scoundrel slammed his drink the hurled his glass at a helmeted Mandalorian. The Duro who Crix suddenly recognized as Hugo Ion lunged for the blowhard talking smack. Seeing the commander go into action, Crix bellowed,

BAAARRR FIIIIIGGHT!!!!"

Ding. Ding.

At once the scene around morphed from celebration to combat. Crix punched a Mandalorian and swore not realizing the cheater was still wearing his helmet. He was tackled but managed to maintain his balance. He leveled a few knees into the being trying to take him down and felt the body slump, he looked for Raz and saw a Mandalorian headbutt her. Target Acquired. Crix was in motion, he cut through the tearing a direct line toward Raz. He ducked a left hook, juked a flying kick, and then helped his adversary carry Dopes off the battlefield. Sure the two groups were fighting, but that didn't mean they hated each other. These were Mandalorians. If a party didn't end in a brawl was it even a party?

With Dan in a safer place, Crix turned his attention to the Mandalorian that'd made the mistake of hitting Raz.

"Hey, I'm Crix." With a smile he offered the Mandalorian (@vamp) a handshake and when the other man took his hand Crix chuckled then hip tossed him.

@Minuteman75 @Sreeya @Deviant @Vosrik @Lucid @Orbit

 

[Leandros Solus]

Leandros did not drink the beer he had stolen from the poor Rodian who now lay on the ground, groaning. He simply lowered it and turned to see the reaction of the crowd to his claim of their cowardice. The reaction was generally that of stunned silence, followed quickly by anger. Here he was, accusing the entire Galactic Alliance of being cowards during a celebration of ousting the Imperials. His blood was boiling for multiple reasons now and he needed to occupy his mind to suppress some of the stranger emotions. The best way to do that, he figured, was a Mandalorian past time: brawling. He gave a sidelong glance at Raz that lingered for but a moment, then rolled his shoulders and looked back ahead, exhaling.

He spotted the Duros, Hugo (@Minuteman75), clawing through the crowd with murderous intent, his eyes fixated on Leandros. The Mandalorian flexed his free hand as he approached, ready for the fun to begin, when he heard the cry beside him. Son of a bitch? Before he could respond, a nearby Mandalorian tackled the Rodian offender into the ground and began laying into him, his punches emitting a resounding crack with each blow. Gods, he loved his people.

Hugo had made his way through the crowd by now and Leandros was able to focus his attention on him. ”Oya!” he shouted in challenge at the man as his line of sight cleared. With a grunt, Leandros swung his beer mug around, launching it towards the Alliance Commander’s face. As his arm came around the front of his body, he simultaneously activated his jetpack and leapt forward, flying towards the Duros at a significantly higher speed than he would likely expect. He lowered his shoulder and opened up his arms, aiming to slam into and grapple the man as if he were a pissed off, drunk, Mandalorian bulldozer.

Show time.

 

[Dalo Claxus]

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He'd heard that Mandalorians were rowdy, especially during parties, but Dalo was completely unprepared for the chaos that awaited him. He was only half an hour late to the celebration, and there were already several broken noses. Blood, alcohol, and sweat had formed a thin layer on the floor of the cantina, though people seemed to be slipping more because of the drunkenness. His eyes floated over the faces, not recognizing any besides the obvious—Master Valentine, Raz the Manda'lor, and Commander Ion, among others. Pretty high profile names for a party like this, though he quickly noticed they weren't at all above bar fights. Commander Ion himself seemed to be making for a Mandalorian, and Raz was literally trying to do as much damage to as many people as possible.

Dalo stepped in cautiously, ducking a blow from a random Mandalorian. The man didn't even move to keep fighting; he just moved on to the next available target. Dalo was surprised that there were Jedi partaking in this. Rebels, sure, but Jedi? Weren't they supposed to be pacifist?

He stepped deeper into the bar and slowly felt himself absorbing the atmosphere. Dalo was, perhaps, the most sober of those in the cantina, but he was drunk on the power he felt coursing through him, though he didn't know if it was the Force or the adrenaline.

 

[Narir Solus]

Narir had been happily sipping down on his drinks this whole time, listening to the singing and drinking... and drinking... and drinking... how many drinks had he had now? He started to try to count them but without success. His movements with the songs and chants became more emphatic with each drink, and by now he was feeling quite good.

Did the Alliance do spice? Maybe one of them had some on them, and they could make this a really good time. Either spice or fighting...

Oh, it seemed it was going to be fighting! Mandalorians vs. Alliance?! Oh. Kriff. Yes. Narir was drunk and shameless. The first rebel he saw was an unfortunate one. Slamming his helmet back into place over his mouth, he turned and without warning threw a vicious right cross into the face of the nearest Rebel who had been happily chatting away with his fellow comrades (@Faster Than Light).

On the bright side, Narir seemed to have punched him right into the seat he'd been asking about, hard enough to make the seat flip back and over. At least he'd let him get back up before the brawl continued. Come on! Get up! he shouted at the man, waving his hands at him to come at him. He needed a good brawl. It had been ages (and by ages, he meant a couple of days). But ages.

 

[Drace Solus]

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It was nice enough of the stranger to help move Daniel's unconscious body, especially since he could have just decked the Mandalorian while he bent over.

Soon as Dan was set down, Drace turned to see the man's hand extended in front of him. He peered over the rebel's shoulder for a moment and watched as Leandros plowed through an entire crowd of people, a smile crawling to Drace's lips. He grabbed Crix's hand and shook. "Name's Drace. N—" And with that, he found himself falling. Still, he wouldn't let himself go down like that. Drace used his free hand to grab at something—anything. He gripped Crix by the upper right side of his torso and pulled him down forcefully. The men fell to the floor together, rolling around in the spilled drinks.

Drace found himself on top, so he took advantage. He threw a right hook aimed at Crix's face, then another and another. This shit was fun.

@Zay

 

[Devrim Wolfe]

Right about now, Devrim was really starting to enjoy himself. Chips, company, a great drink that was on the house to boot. Looking toward Leah as she began to say something, they had then been rudely interrupted by the flying zesty salsa. Shrugging in ignorance, Devrim reached for his drink — only to have it and the rest of the contents of the bar swept off it entirely by the body of Dalyn (@Rom) sliding across. The drunken victory roar of Greybok (@Malon) resounded through the club, giving the cream-dressed man some idea of how a Mandalorian had crushed Devrim's chips.

And his drink!

Despite being in a rather pleasant mood, Devrim couldn't help but feel a little annoyed at the circumstance. Sure, it was a free drink, but he'd have to get another. Plus, those chips were really quite good. Before he had a chance to reacquire any of his food or drinks, the powerful voice of Leandros rose above the crowd. (@Painus) A deathly silence descended upon the crowd as every single member of the Galactic Alliance in the room turned to face the Mandalorian. He had the audacity to call half the members here cowards — some of whom had stayed behind and risked their very lives to defend their homes from overwhelming Imperial forces.

Devrim was one of those people.

The entire room erupted in a bar fight, with Mandalorians and Rebels going at each other with whatever they could get their hands on. Drinks, chairs — even whole tables were being hurled. It was chaotic as hell. There were lots of headbutts. The sounds of shouting and triumphant war cries were only matched by the meaty thuds of fists connecting with various jaws and heads. Commander Ion himself would not stand for this outrage, rushing towards the offending Mandalorian with a righteous fury that Devrim would not dare cross. The Jedi kept his cool for a moment, not indulging in the fight to release the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Looking to his side, Devrim realized that Crix (@Zay) was no longer there.

His eyes shot over the crowd, a mosh pit of bodies and objects being tossed every which way. It was then that he saw a Mandalorian (@vamp) toss Crix onto the ground and begin throwing punch after punch at the young scoundrel. Something snapped within Devrim, and he rose from his bar seat with single purpose.

Practically tearing off his red-stained cream jacket, the Rebel Commander cocked his fists as he strode menacingly toward the offending Mandalorian. His broad shoulders and jacked muscles strained against his dress shirt, threatening to rip it at the seams if he flexed the wrong way. Reaching Drace Solus, Devrim landed a right hook to the man's head and a left uppercut to his abdomen. Following up with a shoulder check to throw the Mandalorian off, the Jedi gripped the wrist of Crix and pulled the rebel to his feet. He couldn't deny it felt good to really lay into someone.

 

[Crix Dolan (TL8)]

Drace managed to get Crix off balance and to The Scoundrels chagrin he wound up on the bottom, with a wry smile he took the first hit. A starburst of lights combusted before his eyes, luckily he was used to getting punched in the face. As the second blow came in, Crix shifted his weight to the side dodging the hit and wrapping up the man's arm at the elbow. From there he tucked the armor-clad warriors limb, close to his body, and bridged. The men flailed for control, but the rebel won out securing side control on the left side.

From this vantage point, Crix managed to secure Drace's left arm with his legs, while pinning the other arm down with Crix's right forearm. With his left, he deftly unsnapped the buckle under the man's chin and as the man below him bucked Crix popped up and slapped the helmet backward on the man's face. As Drace flailed, Crix laid a strong elbow into the Mandalorian's mid-drift.

He grunted to himself as he attempted to keep the man on the ground while slipping various debris and limbs as the pair rolled across the floor.

"Man, you've got a lot of armor..."

 

[Brianna Saxon]

Brianna wasn't exactly sure what was happening, but this was great. Sure, she was drunk as all hell, but there was a fight going on! How could she not be enjoying herself? First the jedi had threatened her, and now the entire bar was up in a frenzy. She was going to join in too. She slammed her head into some poor Rodian who had gotten in her way, and then rushed at some chick with her eyes all covered up; Brianna wasn't sure what that was all about, but she wasn't going to judge whatever screwed up drinking game someone was playing. The heavily armored mando would throw her right forearm at the girl's head, and punch into her gut with a left hook to the gut as a follow up. If that wasn't enough, she'd attempt to connect with a headbutt. Brianna wasn't sure if she had bit her own tongue, but she could taste the cooper liquid in her mouth just a tad. It went rather well with the buzz she was having.
@Killa Ree (Sorry!)

 

[Koil Solus]

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He heard a dozen times and one of the voices that said he knew all to well. "Oh f-" He turned in time to see Raz (@sre just a few paces away with her helmet on. He knew what was coming and braced himself, timing the corown of his own helmet to meet her's. It was jaring but he would be lying if he was not starting to feel the rush set in. Grabbing one drink off the bar who belonged to god knows who he drank it to shake himself from the shock of the headbutt. He heard a crow of hype then realizing it was coming from his own lips.

Raising a hand he snapped his fingers and all three of his Troupe exited their pockets on his person and hovered over his head before beginning to blast music in perfect time with a few bottle crashing into walls and chairs being flung. A smirk behind his helmet hid his amusement when Drace struck Raz, they were going to feel that in the morning.

He heard somebody yell bar fight but he thought that was a little redundant. Koil continued to guzzle down another drink, this time one actually meant for him with a straw but stopped short considering what had just happened to Dalyn. He was in a bit of a predicament. How was he going to drink without taking off his helmet. It was not that he was actually afraid of showing his face but he knew someone else was going to try and headbutt him in the next few minutes, so with a firm hand he grasped the straw so no force user could make him gag on the plastic drinking utensil. His eyes shifted back and forth as people became histarical, nodding his head to the rhythem of the music. The sound of a mostly empty glass barely heard and he realized there was nothing but ice left soon enough.

Koil shrugged and dropped it back at the bar. Next he saw Daniel getting taken over to a booth by Drace, man that guy never stood still. The Echani had a remidy for that. Pulling out an HH-69 hue hue grenade he activated it and casually lobbed it like it was a baseball over to the table Dopey Badger had been placed next to. It exploded and overed everyone and everything in its range with the sticky substance. That should keep Daniel at least from getting tossed around or messed with for a few moments.

I could go for a dance....hmmmm. He looked around among all the mayhem seeing if there was anybody who might be keen on the same thing. So far nobody that was not already in a scrap. Then he noticed that Drace (@vamp ) was in a a fight with one other man (@Zay ) but the tall form of an even more broad shouldered individual was moving towards him. He recognized him as Devrim from the evacuations (@Vosrik ). With his back to Koil the Echani started moving, a smile growing every step. "NOBODY MESSES WITH BADGER GANG!" Blindsided was the perfect term as the buzzed Field Marshall shoulder charged the large man, picking his feet up off the floor and taking him a full five meters before slamming him sideways into a table.

 

[Drace Solus]

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Drace felt the satisfying feeling of a punch landing, and lifted his hand up to throw another. Crix interrupted, grabbing hold of him and managing to pin him down. He felt the buckle of his helmet unsnap, then everything became dark.

He'd been bucking before, but the motion he made now needed its own damn definition. Suddenly aware of the fact that he'd have to take his helmet off, he felt a wave of rage pour through him. That bastard wanted it off? Fine.

Drace threw himself up and away from Crix, who was recovering from the punch hitting his armor. He grabbed his helmet with both hands, then lifted it off and slammed it into Crix's head in one swift motion with enough force to send him sprawling in the other direction. He heard Koil (@Darasuum) call out and looked up for just long enough to note that the man had saved him from a puncheable-looking rebel (@Vosrik).

"OYAAAAAAAAA!" Drace dropped his helmet off on the nearby table, then dived onto the man once more, a punch aimed from the time he threw himself. It would hit with the momentum of the dive, though he wasn't yet sure where.

@Zay

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

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Well Drace seemed like he was about to have some and maybe Dax was but he seemed a little far gone. He saw Cait over near the bar all bleary eyed. Maybe she wanted some. As he debated who should drink from the keg he had so graciously brought out from behind the bar he spotted one younger looking guy. He must not have been much older than that blue haired girl. Kids and their desire to stir up trouble.

Screw it, he would indulge the boy, teach him about the pitfalls of alcohol. "Oy, yoou! Come here!" He said rudely the same time as he grabbed the back of the male's collar and dragged him onto a table that had mostly nothing on it save for spills and nut crumbs. Maybe the wookiee had tossed it earlier and it had surprisingly landed back on the foot it was originally set on.

Burkhart proceeded to pump the keg while holding the male down. "Have a drink lad!" The beer spurted out of the keg and drenched the boy's top half but it soon empited. It would seem Burkhart had been drinking most of it already. "Let me get ya anoother one!" Still holding the boy up with ease and toss him into three rebels, one of which was the blue haired gal (@Plebometer ) , and do it a spectacular fashion. Burkhart was all about the service.

His back was broad and he swaggered his way back over to the bar and easily hopped behind it. "congradulations on bein in yer first bar brawl with uus mandos" He poured whiskey in several glass in front of each of the people he had just struck with another person's body.

 

[Dalo Claxus]

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No cantina brawl on Tatooine could have prepared him for this. Dalo didn't even get to join the fight before he was yanked into it by what looked to be a big dog. He was more taken aback by the appearance of the man(?) than anything else, until the canine pinned him down on a table and tried to force him to drink an entire keg of beer. As if.

Dalo got pinned down, sure. He couldn't fight the grip of the dog, but he didn't let himself get tossed around like an idiot. As the bartender moved to throw him, he would find that the keg had floated up into the air and been turned upside down. The remainder of the beer—the one that hadn't showered Dalo, at least—splashed down, drenching him. Then, as the Jedi flew backwards in the air, he flicked his wrist down. The keg would slam down on to the dog's head forcefully, and Dalo would collide with the three other people at the same time.

He stirred, lifting his head up and looking to see who he'd been thrown into. Two average-looking rebels and a blue-haired girl. Was she a Jedi? Ah, what the hell did it matter? Adrenaline coursing through him, Dalo threw a punch—directly at her face.

@Darasuum @Plebometer

 

[Dax Rau (TL8)]

Dax had lost track of his drinking buddy when the brawl broke out. The clan Rau member quickly slammed someone's shot left on the table and finished his mug that was still overflowing with beer. Finishing both, he kept the mug in his left hand as he replaced his helmet on his head with his right.

Turning to see a fresh faced, un-helmeted rebel (@Kayenta Moenkopi ) Admittedly a little buzzed, Dax waited till just after Ner ducked another Mandalorioan's swing before stepping closer. As Ner Giza stepped closer and turned, Dax would scream. "OYAAA!" Swinging his mug like a set of durasteel knuckles at rebel's face. Followied by trying to get the rebel by the collar to bring them close for a headbutt.

"Tome Burc'ya!"

 

[Arturo Solus]

Arturo entered the club to the sound of fists hitting flesh and the thump of lackluster music, the latter of which was way too low to be heard over the rapacious cries of 'Oya' and 'Oi! You spilt m'beer!'. He was late, admittedly. But, as his old man had used to say, it was never too late to join in a bar brawl that had absolutely nothing to do with him. Not that he ever actually said that, Arturo thought, shrugging. The party was already in a full-swing, so there was no real point making introductions. If anything, his main priority as he entered the club was to reach the bar before his brothers and sisters drank the place dry. And so he did, weaving his way through the chaos that had erupted in his absence, doing his best not to step on any of his passed-out brethren as he navigated the field of broken glass and the occasional pools of vomit.

Damn lightweights! Look at them all! Arturo thought, grinning to himself as he relieved a drunken rebel of his beer before steering him towards a seat. The place was well and truly packed. Even through the strobing lights and mosh of strangers, he could see Mandalorians he knew partaking in the festivities, noting that most of them looked completely caught up in the alcohol-fueled brawl, celebrating in a way that had been long since perfected by his people. Arturo nodded in approval, reaching the bar without taking a knock in the process. The rebel's brew was gone, drained; He had some catching up to do.

"Bartender! Three beers! Quick now!" He shouted over the din, warily keeping an eye on the proceedings as he saw Burkhart @Darasuum attack some poor soul, armed with a keg and a copious amount of booze. When the first of Arturo's drinks arrived, he raised it in salute, downing it as the bartender placed the second down in front of him. The second followed the first, and suddenly the third was set down before him. It was really a no-brainer what had to happen next. Arturo picked it up...

And bellowed his rage as some fool of a Chagrian careened into him out of nowhere. His beer spilled, the glass slipping from his fingers to smash at his feet. "Right." He said, righteous fury in his voice, already turning on the rebel -he assumed he was a rebel- his arm whipping back as he readied to throw a punch. It was only after he'd decided to commit to joining his brothers in the bloodletting that he felt the back of his hand strike flesh, hard, and not the Chagrian in front of him. He turned.

"Well, kriff!" He swore, still feeling the sting from where he'd...uh, 'accidentally' backhanded some mean-looking stranger- someone who looked a lot like a Jedi. @GABA He hadn't meant to, but he figured anyone dumb enough to join the party was fair game. He shrugged, the closest that she would get to an apology, before throwing a haymaker that left the poor, drink-addled Chagrian flat on his back. He span round to face the Witch-lady.

"It was his idea..."

He pointed to the unconscious alien. "Honest."

 

[Hugo Ion]

Right now he wasn’t the rebel commander. No just pissed off Hugo Ion. The Duros had only enough time to dodge the mug thrown at his direction but was caught off guard when Leandros tackled him via jetback. Gasping in agony Hugo let the adrenaline kick in. With gritted teeth Hugo use Leandros’ momentum against him, in an effort to drag both them down to the side.

Should that be the case they would crash into a batch of Mandos and Rebels duking it out behind them.

In the event they knocked the others down Ion would try roll on top throwing wild punches toward the side of Leandros with the left arm. At the same time he would try pinning his other arm across the armored warrior’s neck to keep him down. Meanwhile the chaos grew further, as the brawl spread like wildfire across the bar. Glass cups shattered, chairs thrown as people shouted in anger, excitement or pain. It is going be a night to remember.

@Painus

 

[Nikka Toren]

Now, see...

The thing most didn't realize about Nikka Toren was just how fond she was of her drinks. And when her drinks were interrupted... it never boded well. She had gotten her first Narcolethe in over two months, and it went down very smooth even by her standards. She had been prepped to tell a fine tale, one of adventure, glamour, even a few lines of happy peaceful recalling.

But that was before the Mandolorians had the audacity to ruin... or perhaps, enhance the mood of a good evening.

Now, when the first hit was whacked to her temple, it was just hard enough to buzz her senses; she could taste copper on her tongue. It wasn't a bad addition for her drink, but unnecessary. But when the second punch was made for her gut...

She twisted her torso to the left. She slid her left leg behind the offending being that had dared interrupt her drinking habits. The momentum was meant to be used against the offender with a subtle push; her left arm's already upswung momentum would work as a countereffect against the leg, and she would shove.

She would shove hard.

But before she did...

"Now, why would you interrupt a perfectly good drink?" She asked sweetly.

And if the opponent went down, she would tackle her, swinging, with a laughing bellow. "Keep. Your hands. Off. My. Drink!"

@Algarus (No regrets, lovely. This is a ballroom blitz)

 

[Brianna Saxon]

Brianna hadn't expected the counter attack, but she relished in it all the same. What fun was there to be found in a fight that finished so quickly? No, a good fight was a dime in the dozen. Maybe it was the drinking, or perhaps her armor was just a tad too bulky, but she went down on her back. It was chaos all about, as jedi, rebel, mando, and innocent patrons were all caught in a small warzone. Brianna could smell a potent liquor fill her helmet, as the remnants of the jedi's drink had found its way into her helmet. She must have forgotten to seal her suit up. A loud Mando laugh would come from her helmet as she hit the ground with the jedi on top of her. making a dull thud as the mando armor impacted. "Should have kept yar guard up!"

Brianna would laugh back, though a little slurred from the drunks, as she'd grab the jedi's wrists and try to wrench her off top of her. "You fight good for someone who can't see!" The Mando complimented, before prompting her leg up and trying to rolling the girl off of her. Damn this armor was no fun when drunk, Arial would have to look at trimming it down in the future. For right now though, she needed to take the blind chick out....wait was she blind? Brianna didn't know, and currently didn't care. This was some good fun.
@Killa Ree

 

[Daz Solus]

Daz caught sight of a woman tossing a glass clear at the enraged wookiee. Brave. Daz didn't know if even he would try such a thing. Across across the room he saw a woman with something over his eyes take a spooikly accurate swing at another Mandalorian. In the dim light of the bar he couldn't make out who it was. It didn't matter.

He walked up to the woman in the dress as she brandished another glass. She looked terribly out of place and Daz wondered if she had been hired to supervise the 'entertainment'. "You mad, sis?" he asked, not waiting for a reply. "Well. You're gonna be."

With a smooth move he caught her under the arms, spinning her around like a discus and sent her (@Dread) flying clean across the bar toward the woman who was pretending to be blind.

The entertainment supervisor went flying neatly between Leandros (@Painus) and Hugo (@Minuteman76) and clear over the heads of his sister (@Sreeya) and the drunk Jedi lady (@Deviant) before she would come to land atop his chosen target. He hoped that he had provided the tiny woman he had tossed with ample opportunity to cause additional havoc as she soared through the air.

"OYA!!"

 

[Rayne Kelborn]

Rayne set her champagne down on the bar, well the glass anyway, the actual drink was well on it's way down her throat. The noise from the brawl across the way had gotten to her, and she decided to take a look, seeing many of her mandalorian brethren enveloped in what looked like a mostly fist fight with a bunch of other people. Not sure what exactly was going on, Rayne was never one to miss a fight and powered up her shock gloves, let's get it on! Rayne thought as she calmly made her way toward the brawl, to any onlookers she would just look like a girl walking through the bar.