Hutta Drink Up

[Ner Giza]

Meanwhile back on board The Tempest Hunter (@Malon)

99 was dying. His circuits had never run so long and hard with injector fluid since Ner’Giza had cleaned all the hair out of the shower. The foolish woman still didn’t realize that he kept planting it there and her ship’s facility expunged its own detritus. He liked the video at once, naturally, then started following BE-ET’s feed before sending links out to all his droid buddies within the Alliance. The views were climbing at an incredible rate but not too fast for him to keep track of, he was an astromech droid after all.

And Nera? Well she didn’t quite remember what had happened after she flipped up onto the shoulders of that chesty Mando and as she looked into the mirror she had no idea where the bruise on her chin nor the art work in some sort of black ink upon her face had been acquired. It sort of looked like a penis with wings but part of it was smeared so who knew what it had been originally. There was a certain stench in the room and she nearly retched when she realized it was herself that stank so hard.

Walking from her quarters with a change of clothes in her hands she passed Ji Hu who was grinning at her from ear to ear. She didn’t even give him time to haze her over her night of drinking and fighting, apparently if the bruise on her chin was any indicator, and stepped into the sonic shower to get cleaned up. Once this had been done, her head cleared enough to realize they were in space. Immediately she yelled for her astromech, ”Nine-nine, where are we and where are we going?”

He didn’t answer and she finally tracked him down in the day room watching the HoloNet. That made her frown and she was in grouchy hangover mode so her words were quite biting in tone, ”Damn it Nine-nine, where are you taking us now? The droid was too busy laughing at whatever it was he was watching and she took a look to find out what was so funny even as she quipped, ”What in the world, I thought the HoloNet was down.”, she knew damned well that it was and had even helped to make sure it stayed down for quite a while on that mission with Esfir.

The droid wasn’t using the HoloNet however but a comm system these rogue droids had going on between them. Her eyes took in the scene from last night, Greybok breaking bad, and she stumbled back to sit in a seat at the dejarik table. It was a bit too much and her stomach was not any happier than her head. Stumbling back to bed she threw back, ”Just don’t get us into trouble, ok? Until then Ji is in charge.” She wasn’t conscious for much longer, soon as she lay down she was out for the count.

/exit thread

 

[John Lex]

Well the party was supposed to be fun. Nothing out of the ordinary he supposed, couple fights, nothing obvious. He downed his 10th beer, and paid the bill. In a matter of minutes he was out the door, behind him shouting, music, and bright strobe lights. Back to work he supposed.

/exit thread.

 

[Brianna Saxon]

Brianna wasn't sure where her helmet had gone to, but at this point she wasn't able to care, nor really think about it. She slung her arm over her new eyeless friend and was prepared to show the woman who could stomach the most drinks. All manner of hell was breaking up or forming around them, and truth be told she didn't care. All different sorts of factions and titles had long since been forgotten about here, and now there was only a good time to be found. So, here she would be, pounding down shots with her new jedi (?) companion. There most certainly was going to be hell to pay, but it was well worth the cost. She wasn't sure where that woman who had pummeled her face had run off to, but she still needed to get even with that bitch; maybe beat her in a drinking game, that'd show her.
/exit thread
@Killa Ree @Mad Dog

 

[Arda Breaux]

The fighting was settling, it seemed as though everyone was able to get it out of the system in one form or the other, whether it was a window, a PIPE in the ceiling, or a few catty insults. The padawan however, still wanted her ale. Her knuckles were throbbing, her back was aching and she was certain she popped a few stitches while going out the window. At least now there was a nice breeze that whipped through the club so everyone could get some fresh air. Stumbling towards the bar nearing the Mandalorian who tossed another woman across the bar earlier (@Lucid), Arda hooked her arm through his own and pulled him to the bar to get her ale.

"Come, maybe if we have enough of these, you can toss me too." The Jedi winked at the Mandalorian as the bartender, who looked rather petrified at the state of his club, found a glass that wasn't broken and readied her pint. The rebel took a long drink from her glass, nearly downing the drink in one long tip before setting it down, savoring the flavors that lingered, "I need ten more of these!" she demanded finishing off the drink and slammed her glass onto the floor, shattering it. The bartender starred at her and Arda shrugged, "He wants ten more too!" she demanded, patting the Mandalorian's back.

Reluctantly the bar tender complied and Arda was finally enjoying herself.

 

[Rayne Kelborn]

After giving up the tussling, Rayne returned to the bar, throwing back shot after shot of mid grade whiskey, the rest of the night would be filled mostly with drinking, perhaps a few friendly competitions, but nothing overly violent like what had happened before.

The next thing Rayne remembered was stumbling through the bar as the overhead lights were turned on, an indication of the bar closing down, a surprise it hadn't happened sooner though due to the brawl. Struggling to find much for words, Rayne found herself and an unidentifiable heading for the rather nice looking hotel across the street, how it had survived the planet wide fighting was a mystery, but not one Rayne aimed to solve at this point. Inebriation kicking in and blacking out most of Rayne's recent memories.

[EXIT THREAD]

 

[Nikka Toren]

She hadn't bothered to use her abilities, and why not? After everything that had happened, she wasn't even so certain she wanted to use her abilities at this very moment. It had been quite a while after the brawling, catfighting, and drunken ridiculousness had eased, and she was tempted to keep drinking until the pain in her head and back would be completely numb.

Tippy had been enjoying a quiet moment alone, listening along to a few of Nikka's recorded HoloNet songs, when a live feed request popped into his news feed. Being a sucker for drama, of course he accepted.

If he could have blown a few processor chips, he would have. His mistress, in a common barhall brawl with some sort of armored... thing? A shrill series of furious beeps, shrieks and squelches blatted out angrily before he activated his comm.

When Nikka at last answered, it was not in any language known to those around her, not even Tippy. But despite all her slurring and stumbled words, he knew she would get the gist of what he was shrilly screeching at her in binary.

"Behland'o nimma, kree talavossa krigyyk!"

He must have said something very threatening, because she stumbled out, wavering somewhat, but then striding out, head held high. Her two newfound companions had gone off together; she grinned wickedly at the thought, and weaved her way carefully back to the Alpherys, where a very agitated Tippy began lecturing in Binary as soon as she was within earshot.

She waved him away, stumbling over to the closest vertical object she could lay herself over, hardly caring to listen. "Jus' take me to medbay," she grumbled, slumping over it defiantly. "An' don... don't wake me til we get there..."

He sighed, realizing the organic had passed out. His mistress was a good one, but an idiot.

He closed the ramp, and powered the Alpherys for flight. To the medbay ship it was.

OOC: Exit thread//

 

[The Eternal (?)]

It was clear that Valentine's strike had done some damage and had an effect on Leandros. The man seemed to be as dazed just like Val and going to the opposite side of the room, giving them an impromptu break to have a breather. Both of them were also worse for wear, Leandros freely bleeding from his face as the Jedi felt the pain throughout his entire body. Having just rescued the padawan, the celebration was meant to be Val's downtime and actually let his body have some rest. But being taken through a wall and slammed into a mirror, he was really feeling it now, additional cuts and bruises all along his body while his clothes were now torn up as well. Now that the two men weren't fighting and preoccupying his mind, Val couldn't help but have his mind drift to Leah, attempting to try and solve that complex problem. What would this mean for the council? For the Order in total? There were so many questions in his head that he nearly missed Leandros speaking to him.

Val slowly raised his gaze to the man, having a confused look on his face from the claims that he knew exactly what was going on. He definitely didn't know that Leah would suddenly profess her love for him or that an entire bar fight would ensue the moment he entered the building. Then Leandros claimed it was his plan with her and then them, making Val just arch his eyebrow once more. The Jedi was curious now and he reached out with the force to sense the man's emotions underneath, wondering what was fueling this. It didn't take him long to find it, noticing that every moment he mentioned Raz's name his emotions fluctuated heavily in almost ways he couldn't describe. When Val sensed it, he started chuckling loudly as his hands extended down to his knees and he breathed heavily. "Oh, shit..." He laughed softly until he started coughing for a moment, covering his mouth before spitting out a glob of blood as well from his mouth. "You too huh?" The only reason he knew it was all about her was that he couldn't describe what Leandros was feeling and it was the exact same for Val. This certainly made matters more complicated.

Val could also sense the hate that was flowing through the Mandalorian, it palpable even if the Jedi wasn't looking for it. It was pure and directed clearly at him and the only reason he could think of earning it was because of his relationship with Raz. While the media exposure blew it out of proportion, everybody now believed that they were together and it was certainly wasn't boding well with some people. He directed his gaze out of the hole and towards the direction of Raz, feeling her signature despite all the noise and fighting happening. Leandros said Val would never be Raz's but he remembered the words they shared and when she showed him her private escape from everything. Even if Leandros believed the words he spoke with all the conviction he could muster, Val knew what was true to only him and Raz. Eventually, he brought his gaze back over to Leandros, pushing off from his knees and straightening out as he leaned against the shabby wall. He clicked his tongue before shrugging his shoulders at Leandros, "Cuyir gar sure about ibac burc'ya?" Val had been practising in his spare time and by now could speak and understand some parts of the Mandalorian language. It was a little rough as he was still learning but he knew what he was at least saying. The Jedi couldn't help it and he offered Leandros another wink as both of them knew they were the farthest they could be from being friends at that moment.

@Painus

 

[Narir Solus]

Narir had just stepped back when there was another rebel there... a woman this time, and before he could react, her fist was coming around and smashed right into Narir's jaw, sending him stumbling back over a chair and onto the floor. His helmet hit with a thud, but the impact was absorbed by the metal it was quite a hit, but he could only imagine her hand wasn't feeling very good.

Heh-heh-heh, he began to laugh, even as he flexed his jaw under his helmet. Nice hit! Did you break your fist? he asked with a chuckle. He couldn't imagine it had felt very nice, and the look on her face said he was right. @GABA

He pushed himself back up, still laughing as he got ready to go to the bar for another drink. That was definitely what he needed: more to drink. Yup, definitely what he needed.

 

[Leandros Solus]

Leandros rubbed his head, blinking a few times as the strike to his neck began to fade away and adrenaline took back control. His hands still had blood on them and he left a small smear across his forehead, though he did not notice. A few pellets of blood trickled down from the cut in his cheek and painted parts of his armor, a thin red stripe juxtaposed against the black of his chest piece. His eyes were bloodshot from the blows to the head he received and his general drunken rage, and his face was basically frozen in a rictus of hate. Despite Val’s internal turmoil and confusion, the Mandalorian across from him did not once shift his eyes away from the target of his animosity.

He kept raising his stupid eyebrows on his stupid face, giving him that same stupid look of confusion. Why was he so bent on pretending that he did not know what was going on? The tricks of the Jedi would not work on Leandros, however, and he did not for a second allow a single festering thought to form within his mind. Such were the ways of the Jedi, to lie and mislead those who could not feel the touch of the Force. The two stared at each other for some time, and Leandros grew agitated by the silence. He hated it when he did not speak just as much as he hated it when he spoke. After a moment of labored breathing, the Jedi erupted into laughter before breaking out into a cough.

Val asked him a question and Leandros could not think of an answer. Him too? What did this Jedi know that he did not? What witchcraft was used on his mind? He told no one of his feelings, not even on Mandalore when it was just him and Raz by the lake. His brow twitched downwards momentarily as he regarded the Jedi with a look of worried anger. What was so damn funny?

Val stood up and Leandros instinctively took a step forward, ready to continue their fight if the Jedi was so inclined. Val opened his mouth again, presumably to spit something snide at him, but what came out of his mouth surprised Leandros to an incredible extent. Mando’a flowed from his lips, broken, of course, but he knew it nonetheless, mocking the Mandalorian and doubting his assertion. He decided to follow it up by calling him his friend and giving another wink.

Nope. Don’t like that.

If there was one way to positively ensure that tensions did not decrease, butchering his native language with such heavy implications was one hundred percent the absolute most surefire way to do so. Leandros was already close to the brink, but now a sense of that indescribable Mandalorian pride swelled within him, weaving with his drunkenness and emotions to form a union of some kind of righteous fury that he had not felt in a long time. He took another step forward but hesitated, knowing that whatever he did next would be very, very bad. Somehow, his rational mind broke through to the surface and restrained him, as if it were chaining up an animal. A brief moment of clarity overtook him and he blinked a few times, feeling the pain of his injuries come flooding to him for a second.

Breathing heavily, Leandros walked over to his helmet and picked it up, standing in the hole they originally entered. He turned to Val and regarded him for a moment before silently turning and stepping through the hole, placing his helmet on his head. He looked at those gathered at the bar, panning his head and idly studying them until his gaze fell on Raz. His eyes lingered for a few moments and he approached the counter, planting his hands on it and vaulting it in one smooth motion. He passed by Raz on his way out and muttered in Mando’a so that only she could hear, ”Do not trust him.” He kept walking, not stopping until he was completely out of sight.

He needed to think, to sober up and figure out how what was going on with himself. With that, Leandros did, for the first time in his life, something he had not ever dreamed of doing.

He ran away from the fight.

//exit thread

 

[Daz Solus]

Daz was taken aback momentarily by the woman who came up to him amid the dying chaos. She was dressed like a rebel and...hadn't he seen her throw someone out a window? Whatever the case, as she ordered twenty beers for the two of them, he thought she sounded more like a Mando than a Rebel. He laughed as she swatted him firmly on the back. Grabbing the first of his beers, he looked at her.

His immediate impression was that she had been put through the wringer at some point recently...but it hadn't killed her appetite for beer so she seemed to be doing well enough. "Daz," he said, shaking her hand. He was too drunk to care about who or what she might be just then. He grabbed a glass, drained it, then another, then another and another in quick succession.

He eyed her out of the corner of his eye. The way she held herself pointed to some recent injury. He didn't know what to say, he'd just met her...but he could offer her a bit of Mandalorian advice. He unhooked his beskad from his belt and slid it along the bar to her. "I don't know what your deal is, lady," he said, slurring his words slightly. "But whatever's eating you, stick that between some ribs. It helps."

@GABA

 

[Hugo Ion]

Hugo let out a chuckle at Raz’s comment while they clink their glasses. “Maybe I should get into more bar fights. It can enhance my reputation.” The Duros joked before being forced to utter a pained grunt. Raising his cup he toasted.

“To our continued partnership.”

Saying that and without further wait Hugo consumed the liquid in one gulp. As it happened the Commander placed the glass down looking up at Burkhart. “Don’t know what ya put it in that drink there but that is some strong shit.” As soon as he said so Ion began to feel dizzy and bobbed his head back and forth and vision was burring like never before. All watching would note the Duros’ formed into a big idiotic smile and uttered a drunken shout.

“I’m coming Shii!”

Without adieu Hugo fell off right out of his stool with a loud crash, completely plastered. Moments he drifted off into a deep sleep, murmuring the name Shii repeatedly.

@Sreeya @Darasuum

//Exit thread

 

[Arda Breaux]

"Arda."

She said quickly as soon as he shared his name in their quick introduction and handshake. The bartender complied with the request, seeming giving no more kriffs about this evening and probably was praying for a good insurance turn out after the claim. Arda paused halfway through her second beer as she watched in awe as the Mandalorian seemed to down his without hesitation as he went through four before she could even finish her second. Though it wasn't to say the padawan was feeling its effects, she probably wasn't even supposed to have this much alcohol, but she wasn't a medic, so ignorantly she went along with her own advice of if it makes you happy...

She finished the second beer, shifting her stance to bring pressure off the right side of her body when she saw the Mandalorian slide his weapon to her. She felt slightly on edge, finding the gesture odd, but she understood once he explained and the tipsy padawan smiled, "I will honor tat, Dazz, the Man-da-lorians.[" Arda began her third glass, feeling the buzz bubble in her thoughts as she tried to string words as best she could.

The padawan starred at the beskad for a moment, she looked as though she were thinking, she wanted to think, but that was beginning to become difficult, it was nice not having to think after all that she had gone through in the past several weeks. Her drunk grin stuck as she picked up the weapon and found a spot on her belt for it to attach, "Onct I feel better, I vill bring et back." she nodded, tapping her glass with a clink against his own as she finished it off.

"Deal?"

@Lucid

 

[Crix Dolan (TL8)]

Crix took a drag on his cigarra wondering how long he could stretch this breath before being forced to confront, Raz's question.

The Smuggler considered replying in a similar fashion, but she'd know he was lying and beat his ass more for it. His brow furrowed in thought as he delved into an overly dramatic introspection that was inevitably a result of his encroaching inebriation. So, to his extreme displeasure, he went with the truth.

"Remeber when we ran into each other on Dathomir?" he hoped she'd remember, if he recalled correctly, that night got really drunk and held them hostage. He took another drag on his cigarette giving her a moment to think. If she did, he hoped she'd come to her own conclusion, but he'd been vague then and doing so now would only prolong his torture.

The Smuggler threw back his Dantooine Cognac wincing as some of the brandy seeped into his "Busted Face" and said, 'Well, Leah was.... she... er," He gestured awkwardly attempted to mime his emotions for some reason before giving up and saying, "She's the one I told you about." He couldn't look her in the eye. His gaze followed the thin wisp of smoke drifting toward the ceiling from the end of his cigarra when a familiar voice offered a welcomed distraction.

Crix smiled as Devrim approached. The Rebel Commander bought Crix another drink AND got corn chips! This dude was a real-life superhero. "Looks like you did a lot better than me." He chuckled before suddenly remembering why Leah and Raz had been fighting.

Crix hip bumped the Manda'lore and said, "Hey, why am I just now finding out about Val? I'm gonna be pretty bummed if I didn't get a wedding invite." He said, with a little bit of his familiar humor about him.


@Sreeya @Vosrik

 

[Leah Reach]

“What, are you going to try and deck me too? Of all people?” She said with a scowl, not too happy with another Mandalorian stepping aside to talk. Still, she and Burkhart (@Darasuum) were close. Against pirates, smugglers, marauders, they fought together not only as allies but as partners. He was the first Mandalorian she ever met, and perhaps the only one she came to appreciate and respect. So, rather than move to escape or muster whatever shred of strength or energy she had left to push him aside, Leah allowed him to take her drink and listened to what more he had to say. There was nothing better to do. Maybe it was time for her to take a step back, not just from drinking, but from the night altogether. The party was over. Valentine knew.

Her chest ached. Why was this coming out now? Her heart belonged to the husband she lost on Dantooine, and he was the one man she truly believed was her other half. Maybe she saw a reflection of him in Valentine, maybe she admired Valentine’s brazen charm, maybe she simply jealous about a Mandalorian sliding into the pants of a Jedi. There were lots of excuses, but they didn’t matter. Leah loved Valentine, whether or not it was amplified by her drunken high or just her misinterpreting lust for love, and the whole world knew. No amount of explaining would change that, and she doubted it would do anything to convince Raz. The Mand’alor heard what she said, and Leah feared if she ruined whatever the woman shared with Valentine. She ruined everything.

Her eyes drifted. “Thank you, Burkhart.” She paused and returned her wavering focus to the Kelborn. Her hand slid forward and patted the Mandalorian on his armored shoulder. “But I’m okay.” Fingers slipping away, head spinning, Leah stepped out of her seat. She was grateful for Burkhart’s intervention and advice, but she was unwilling to spill her feelings to him, no matter how close they were. She didn’t want to think about it anymore. Instead, the rebel ambassador staggered from the bar, but straightened her composure and marched. Leaving her broken heels behind, she walked barefoot over unconscious bodies, shattered glass, overturned tables. Her lips quivered. When she left the club, desperate to leave the night behind her, she breathed in the fresh air.

“What a shit night.”

//exit thread

 

[Devrim Wolfe]

Koil Solus had certainly put up one hell of a fight — a warrior worthy of his title as a Mandalorian Field Marshal. That right hook to Devrim's jaw began to hurt now, and the rebel pressed his fingertips along the bone gingerly. It was beginning to bruise, and he knew he'd have to get it checked out later to see if there were any fractures. A hand offering some white napkins entered Devrim's vision, and he turned his head to see Koil offering the pseudo bandage and pointing at his forehead. "Thanks," the Rebel Commander remarked, taking the napkins and wiping off the blood and sweat that had pooled on his head. Devrim knew he'd be kicking himself for that rather idiotic action later. "Have fun out there," he offered with a smirk, watching the Mandalorian briefly as he went to the jukebox and then up onto a table. The night was still young for at least a few patrons still standing.

However, it appeared that many of the survivors of the bar fight were making their way out into the streets. Out of the corner of his eye, Devrim could see Leah still pounding back drinks. Still sipping on his own Cortyg Brandy, he wondered if it was possible for Jedi to get alcohol poisoning. It seemed likely, seeing as Leah had passed double digits in drinks ages ago. Further down the bar, it also appeared that Commander Ion had finished his fight and was still conscious. A credit to his hardiness, for sure. Though, as Hugo slammed back another drink and subsequently passed out, Devrim concluded that the Duros had reached his alcohol limit.

Just then, the dark-haired man heard a sidelong comment from Crix. Dabbing his still-bleeding forehead and with a growing black-and-purple bruise on his jaw, Devrim raised his mug of Cortyg. "You still look like you held your own there soldier. Cheers." Downing what remained of his drink, Devrim began sinking back into his own head while others around him talked and celebrated. He'd spent his whole life fighting — on Dxun, Tatooine, Ellora, and a host of other places. But always fighting. What was he going to do when he wanted to slow down? Around him, Devrim could overhear all the drama. Love triangles, mixed emotions, unrequited affections. The broad-shouldered man sighed deeply and slid his empty mug across the bar.

"I'll have another, please. But..." he paused, a smirk creeping up his face. "Make it the Wookiee strength one." This would likely get some strange looks. Would his stomach have to be pumped after? Possibly. Was his judgement impeded by his earlier drinks? Definitely.

 

[Raz Solus]

Raz stared ahead, smoking the cigarra quietly. People began to leave now, and that was just fine by her. She was feeling the drinks now, the warmth from the alcohol hitting her whole body. Raz was going to go stumble over to a hotel after this and sleep all this off. She knew she couldn’t pursue anything with Val anymore, not after that. She had been foolish to even open that door at all, and this whole dramatic evening reminded her why she avoided it at first. It had taken them multiple years to get close, and all of that was undone in one evening.

She took another gulp of her drink, grimacing as the strong liquor hit her. As Crix spoke, she looked at him, sighing. She clicked her glass against his before drinking from it, “Jedi only want their own kind, man,” Raz threw her drink back, slamming the glass down, “They don’t give a shit about anyone else. You’re better off not getting mixed up in their mess.”

Raz looked over as Leandros came out from the hole in the wall, vaulting over the bar and landing with a thud. He was bloodied up, her eyes widening at the sight of him. He simply muttered not to trust Val before walking away. Raz grimaced, not wanting to face Val again. She laughed bitterly at Crix’s question.

“If I were getting married, you’d be one of the first to know, man,” Raz shrugged, “I was messing around with him, but that’s not going to happen after tonight,” She rose to stand, slapping down a fat stack of credits on the bar as she turned to look at Crix, “It’s always best to stay in your own lane. I’ll see you around.”

Bitterness was obvious in her voice. Raz had no desire to see Leah or Val again, and she needed to withdraw away from the disaster that this night had become. With that, she waved to Burk and a few others before quietly making her way out of the bar.

/Exit

@Zay

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

____________

The Morling would grab a bottle of tihaar. Taking time, perhaps more than normally needed considering he was also inebriated, he opened it and poured a drink for the man who just got hit hard. He poured it and made sure it was a double. He looked like he could probably use it to sit down and nurse in addition to the strike he had taken. (@Phoenix )

"Oy, no fornicatin on tha bar." He warned the smaller female who spoke about 'tossing eachother'. He felt there had been some nuance in her words but his own were in partial jest. It would not be the first time people got frisky in public and that just seemed both unpleasant and unsafe with the amount of broken glasses, spilled food and drink laying around. But people were certainly drunk enough to try it anyways. (@GABA @Lucid )

His gaze drifted over to the not-so-pretty jedi and same-as-usual, leandros as they exited the broken bathroom. Well the men's restroom certainly would not provide any privacy for people that needed to use it now. The Morling would just sigh and sip his own drink watching them both leave. It was all a bit dramatic for his tastes. His attention was brought back though by a compliment from the Duro who was more blitzed than anybody else it would seem. Still the Morling would nod in thanks and then watch the leader fall to the ground. Burkhart looked up and stared into nothingness in response with an amused expression on his face. ( @Painus @Orbit @Minuteman75 )

He was still listening to the witty response of Leah though during that period of time. She was definitely going to have some sorting out to do. His glance drifted towards Crix to see if he was looking this way but he was talking to Raz further down with Devrim. The red head said she was fine but he knew that was a lie. He did not bother wishing her a good night. It was already probably terrible and saying anything to the contrary would not help. Burkhart would pour another glass for himself using the bottle he had taken from her. After she left he would throw it back before putting his large cigara back in his mouth. ( @Deviant )

Leah was not the only one that Burkhart had listened to. As a bartender and host he could not focus on just specific patrons. He had to notice all of them which was bloody hard when half of them were shouting over the loud music and the other half slugging each other. In some of their cases he thinks there may have even been biting. By now it seemed things were settling down. But that was of little respite because it could just as soon start up again.

Some attendants left almost as soon as they had arrived. Some of the early arrivals were only now leaving. Nights on Nar Shaddaa were longer than most planetoids. Considering the place had over eighty hours in a day it made sense that some people would leave. But Burkhart would stay no matter what. He had to make sure nobody ended up choking on their own vomit or worse.

 

[Crix Dolan (TL8)]

The excitement was finally coming to an end. Crix bid Raz farewell, her words echoing his fears as she left. He was relieved to still be on the wedding list. After the favors she'd pulled for him recently he was starting to assume she hated him. A small smile split his lips as memories of past adventures replayed in his brandy addled mind. The smuggler shot the shab with Devrim and they continued to throw back drinks. Crix put out his cigarra and wearily pushed himself up. The world around him spun and he knew he was in trouble.

Crix managed a sloppy two finger salute to The Commander and the best damn bartender in the galaxy. The Smuggler bobbed and weaved on his way out of the bar. He carefully picked his way over various passed out partiers and stepped into the night air. His mind ventured into the darker areas of his psyche as the alcohol lamented his top ten worst life moments on repeat. It culminated with the moment in the bar only a few hours ago. He'd hesitated. He'd left her alone, and he sucked. He blew out a sigh and shook his head attempting to purge the thoughts from his mind, but they lingered. Crix staggered up the boarding ramp of The Highwind and greeted Peetwo. The Droid locked up the ship and Crix made for his room.

The Smuggler collapsed onto his bed and felt The Smuggler's moon rotate with fervor. He turned over on his back and dangled a leg off the side of the bed allowing his foot to rest on the floor. With his leg grounded, Crix's equilibrium steadied and he passed out.

/exit thread.

 

[Koil Solus]

Jumping down one of the mandalorians came over to dance with him. A few still excited and energized patrons joined in, breaking down on the dance floor. Really it was just a bunch of spilled drinks and tables and chairs that had been moved or thrown from where they had originally stood but Koil did not care. He was having a good time. The man was usually stoic but tonight he had enjoyed himself quite a bit. Everything was looking good for him in the moment.

Perhaps he danced for a song or two. He was working up a sweat though and needed to rest considering everything. In his drunk mind he saw the bathroom. There was water there. Leaving the dance floor he swaggered his way over, and almost got to it but Leandros and Valentine walked past him both of them looking rather melodramatic. Perhaps he should not use the men's rest room.

Well those two and their attitude was a buzz kill. Koil entered the women's restroom which was surprisingly empty. he did not care he was in the wrong place. He reached up and unclasped his helmet before getting a handful of water and splashing it on his face. Looking up he stared back at his reflection. A few breaths later he sighed at himself and shook his head. "what are you doing." He was not sure if he understood his own question. Nothing but more uncertainty rose from within him the longer he stared back at himself.

Crack, Next thing he knew his fist was in the mirrior. "Well...osik" He sighed and shook his wrist. Pieces of glass clattered into the sink. He had let his feelings become unchained in one way or another tonight and now he was pretty damn drunk. Picking his helmet up by the lip he stared down at it. That was his true face it would seem. The only one people knew. Here on Nar Shaddaa nobody knew either. Tonight he wanted to treat himself and not deal with anybody's crap, especially his own.

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Deciding what to do he would put his helmet back on and head over to the bar. Setting a bunch of credits on the table he would pay for the damage he had caused, the rest of a bottle. "I'll uh, catsch you guyz later" He said with slight slur to nobody in particular and headed for the door.

Koil's night was not over. Far from it. A day on Nar Shaddaa was over eighty hours long and they had technically not even reached midnight yet. Everyone else was either tired from exertion or the drama that had transpired. Koil would learn about it soon enough but otherwise he said all that could wait until morning, or rather a few standard days considering local time differences. It had been a long time sense he had gone on a tear. The Pale Fiend was going to raise hell.

Dozens of hours would pass as he went from bar to bar. He partied for the equivalent of days. Spice, narcotics, all kinds of drugs were consumed. Koil knew how to take care of himself and too long he had kept everything in. A burned speeder in a parking garage he had molotov. A new Tattoo. several fights, some swoop racing, gambling and enough alcohol to fill a bathtub. Actually he was pretty sure he had filled a bathtub with alcohol. That was the least of the debauchery he had probably committed. He went to each place experiencing his time to the fullest like staring at a neon sign before passing and moving onto the next.

By the end of the night Koil had found a tall sky scraper. Coming down from the high finally he had a different bottle in his hand than the one he had bought at the bar. His helmet sat next to him on the roof looking at the horizon that was only just about to turn bright. It would be another hour or so before the sun fully rose. Until then he stared back up at the brighter stars and planets that pierced through the city lights. He could feel his logical side coming back to the fore. He was not sure which side he disliked more but pondering that was for another time. He was neither at his happiest nor at his most capable at the moment. Knowing being blitzed twenty four seven was not an option he would return to sobriety. At least on Nar Shaddaa a day off meant a good day's sleep. He clicked his commlink that was almost out of charge and signalled for his pilot droid to come pick him up. He was pretty sure he had run out of credits for a Byft.

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