Night Club Detour

[Ash]

This is now an ASK thread.

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[[OOC: Everyone's free to join in, just note that Alchamy's main goal for this thread is just to find information on what Gaja's character, Yuri Sharp, is doing/located/what-not. Bajpa just wants someone to drink and dance with her. She'll be more fun than Alchamy.]]

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The transporter ship was cruising deeper into Hutt Space within the Mid Rim, making leisurely headway toward Nar Shaddaa, or better known as, Smuggler’s Moon. Alchamy and Bajpa were sitting in the cockpit of their ship, the duo had their feet kicked back and were enjoying the rare moment of peace. Alchamy had her nose pressed against her datapad, watching a video on the 2D display screen, Bajpa lazily reloading a group of magazines next to the Alderaanian girl and dropping each magazine in a box to her left with a small ‘clink’ once loaded. Bajpa looked over at the girl intently, she had watched that video more times than Bajpa had bothered to count now. “Interested in something, Alch? You haven’t taken your eyes off that for about two hours at least.” The kushari asked, a brow quirked up in interest. Alchamy had done a lot of in depth learning regarding modern technology in the last few years, but she still wasn’t one to just sit and watch videos when she had time to be doing any of her other hobbies or even talk Bajpa into doing something silly for their mutual amusement. The girl made a high-pitched ‘Hm’ sound from her throat and after pausing the video, she looked up to her long-time friend. “That video. You’ve been watching it since we passed Daalang.”

“And?” She asked, eyeing the Kushari as if she was crazy. Bajpa extended her arms forward and that’s when Alchamy realised… “We are… wait, where exactly are we?” she asked eying her friend curiously. She never travelled too far into Hutt territories and the times she did, she wasn’t piloting or even paying too much attention to where everything was.

“We’re about half an hour out from Nar Shaddaa. Now, what’s this video you’ve been absorbed over the last few hours?”

“It’s—nothing. Forget it. I’ve added going to the arena to our list of plans. But. We’re almost to the Smuggler’s Moon. I’ll go get ready. There is a club…” Alchamy pulled up a small hologram of the moon, pointing at a small location Bajpa could scarcely make out until the map zoomed in on itself, “here. I think it would be very beneficial to make our way there and talk with the locals,” she said cheerfully, “There is a duelling arena on Nal Hutta—I figure you’re into that kind of thing, you Beast.” Alchamy giggled at Bajpa’s low growl to the moniker. Alchamy wasn’t making it as a joke to her friend’s feline features, but more her savage tastes for combat that the pacifist could never embrace. The two never meant anything by the less than kind nicknames they called one another, but that didn’t mean the moment they heard it there wasn’t some recoil (be it shock or awe).

Bajpa pushed aside her box of loaded magazines and sat herself back up fully to take control of the ship. “Ai’ght…” she sighed, not bothering to care about changing. She’d dressed down for comfort earlier and no matter how she dressed, she’d never quite fit in as a six foot cat. There was an excitement brewing deep inside her being that the Kushari assumed was from having spent the last fourteen hours sitting around on this hub and she knew that within the hour she would be getting some time on the ground that wasn’t solely for work and she'd be allowed to drink until she blacked out. The thought itself comforted the kushari in a strange, messed up sense that she couldn't describe all the way up until Bajpa had landed their ship and Alchamy arrived back in the cockpit, her hair pinned up and dressed for the area; “Great. You look like you’re about to commit a high-class crime. We’ll fit right’n.” Bajpa shifted off her seat and began following Alchamy out. The short woman led on the oversized feline, being everyone here was too absorbed in their own whereabouts to even give the strange duo more than a passing glance, they passed through the crowds with little interference by anyone until they got closer to the night club. It wasn’t too late into the night, but there were already drunk men and women stumbling from clubs and bars alike.
A man in a dark jacket and under the influence of heavy narcotics and alcohol made a poor grab out to Alchamy, “I can’t wait to find out how his night goes.” The redhead laughed as Bajpa pushed the drunkard into the direction of an alleyway that he began to crawl down.

“From my personal experience? It’s probably going to lead to a lot of shame and regret in the morning. As well as a nasty hangover.” Alchamy shrugged at Bajpa’s response, it was most likely the only way things would turn out for someone that far gone this early. The two moved their way through the crowd that was overflowing outside and around the bar, the DJ’s music, clinking glasses and idle chatter could be heard from every angle and that they knew would assault their hearing more so once they entered the club itself. The senses were put on overdrive as an instant inhale of sweat, alcohol, smoke with a twist of pheromones hit the women right as they entered into the club. Stobe lights of varying colours illuminated the throng that was gathered. Everyone was cast by a neon glow, males and females of every species were mingled and dancing with one another without care about the past or future; it was all about today. Alchamy took a seat up at the bar, ordering a round for Bajpa and herself. The two began to scan the scene, it was Hutt territory and they knew very, very few of the Hutt to expect to find a familiar face among the crowd, but they hoped they’d at least find others to become familiar with for today. “I’ll catch you later, kid.” Bajpa pat the girl on the shoulder and pushed through the crowds, stepping in rhythm with the others. It was going to be fun.

 

[Cassanova]

Jack Tamblyn was no stranger to the night life on Nar Shadaa. Hell, he was owed favours, had financial stakes in, or loaned to nearly all the owners of the clubs in the nightlife districts on Nar Shadaa at one point or another. Sporting his usual white three piece suit, Jack was indulging in the finest whiskey that this particular had to offer. Barely passable as bantha piss.

Nonetheless, this particular venue had something that Jack favoured from time to time, a certain earthiness that some of the more pricey venues lacked, instead substituting in gaudy jewellery, poor music selection and a certain lack of tasteless gyration on the dancefloor - no one ever accused Jack of being a feminist.

Sitting in a booth with Mick and Tib -who happened to be employed as bodyguards also - Jack dealt another round of cards, while settling back into the skillful art of downing copious amounts of whiskey. "Keep trying, Tib. You might earn back last week's paycheck at this rate." Jack, with a keen eye for the workings of a business, waved down a waitress and rambled off a quick order for the three of them to continue their mindless inebriation.

"We going to stay here all night, Jack?" Tib asked.
"No where else to be..." Jack shrugged, looking to his gargantuan friend, Mick. "Thoughts?"

The bearded hulk shrugged, picking up his cards, looking back at Tib, who sighed, finished his drink and continued playing. Jack, taking that as a sign of defeat and resignation, played his hand. "And with that, gentlemen, we're in for a night on the town!"

 

[Ash]

Alchamy observed over the patrons, a clique of women gossiping here, a couple men boasting to one another there, a cluster of nameless faces dancing close to he others surrounding them, nobody looked 'native' or gave off the impression they "owned" the place. She continued looking, a couple who just met talking about forever, few men drinking to "the good old days", three men playing cards-- Alchamy almost looked past them, but returned her gaze. She could tell by the way all three sat together that the two men on either side of the sharp dressed man were his guards, and he was their humble employer.
The white-suited man had a face she vaguely remembered from a video or with someone once long ago, but she couldn't recall anything specific about him other than that she may have seen him before, or maybe she was mistaken. It didn't matter, really. His comfort with the environment surrounding him told her he was more than just a simple patron checking out the club or just looking for some release from daily life. If anyone had information, she would peg him on being the one who knew just about anything she could have ever needed or could at least point her in the right direction.

Being this was Cartel territory, Alchamy mentally prepared herself for having to pay some price. Information was never free here, but with hope that she was still skilled at cards, maybe she could play him for what she was after. She'd at least give it a whirl, if not, then she prayed her pocketbook was big enough to deal with the consequences.

Alchamy downed the rest of her glass, catching sight of Bajpa dancing with an Utai. Alchamy couldn't resist as she burst into laughter right there at the bar, trying her best to suppress it. A six foot Kushari dancing with a three foot Utai. Taking a moment to compose herself, Alchamy began her trek through the crowds, passing a tipsy Bajpa with a small tap that told her friend she had left the bar, continuing on in an odd beeline until she was standing at the edge of the booth and was staring at the suited man.

With a wide smile, Alchamy nodded her head to the trio, "Hello, my friends. I am Alchamy Ruaca, may I partake in your game? My friend is here to drink enough alcohol to be blacked out for the rest of the week and would rather like something to do for the time being."She laughed, thumbing over to where Bajpa was still dancing with the Utai.

 

[Cassanova]

Jack paused, mid-deal, and allowed his eyes to check over the new arrival. Unsurprisingly Mick and Tib had shifted their weight for a quick access to a pistol of sorts. Jack gave a subtle motion to his guards, and returned his attention to the stunning redhead infront of him. Following her line of sight, Jack fought back a stifling laugh at the sight of the Kushari doing 'her thang'. "You're more than welcome to join me, Miss Ruaca." Jack motioned to the seat next to him.

"These two are tired of losing their money to me tonight, so I think they were just about to hit the road, or go to the next bar," It was spoken so casually that even Jack's closest friends would have struggled to pick up the undertone that it was an order. Dutifully, Mick and Tib downed their drinks, politely gave their farewells, and exited the bar. Naturally, they wouldn't have gone more than two to three feet from any entrance to this place - They weren't about to leave Jack entirely to his own devices. Not since that last incident on Hapes...

"Name's Jack, Miss Ruaca, and the pleasure is mine. Please, have a drink," He waved over a waitress to take the order, quickly adding another drink for himself, "Another triple, thanks."

With the hands of a skillful gambler, Jack shuffled the cards around on the table, quickly gathering them up into a hand-to-hand shuffle. "So what brings you out and about tonight? Or are you just keeping your Kushari friend out of trouble?"

 

[Ash]

Any doubts Alchamy had about the two men being guards to the man in the suit were thrown out, they were incredibly obedient to their charge, following commands without any hesitation. Alchamy was sure she might have even missed some with how subtle the suited man was in his actions.
Once the two guards had left and the man identified himself as "Jack", Alchamy felt comfortable enough to let herself slide into the proffered seat, crossing her legs and maintaining her soft smile (mostly due to watching Bajpa's dancing in her peripheral vision).

While intently listening, she never took her eyes from Jack. Watching the cards shuffle together seamlessly by his hands brightened her smile, she could tell he'd be a much better opponent than Bajpa and her father ever were. "While the latter is a major reason, I assure you," she laughed, knowing well she'd be paying someone to carry the cat back to their ship in the wee hours of the morning, "it is not my only reason for being amongst this most interesting crowd tonight."

With a swift arrival of drinks, Alchamy held up a glass to him in thanks, but never drank from it. "What about yourself, mister Jack? What puts you in this premier location? The drinks? Girls? Cards? Or are you secretly a fabulous dancer come to prove yourself?"

 

[Cassanova]

Jack winked, "The dancing one. For suureeee." Jack chuckled as he dealt out the first hand of cards. The flick of his wrist flashed the tribal tattoo that peeked out from under his shirt's cuff, and also from his collar. "In all seriousness, I needed a change of scenery. Work has been a bit opressive. So a drink, change of scenery," Jack offered a knowing smile and a nod, "and a bit of beautiful company never hurts either." The perfectly vague response. Offering just enough truth, with the distraction of flattery. It wouldn't hold up in an interrogation, but in a bar; worked every time.

A lean forward saw the Corellian Crime Mogul scoop up his whiskey, savouring its taste, followed by staring at it as though it offended his mother. "This stuff is pretty average..." Jack simply shrugged, and took another sip before checking his cards, and rearranging them, always keeping an eye on Alchamy, watching her movements subtly.

"And let's face it..." Jack looked around the bar, a few light fittings had come loose, the floor was six textures of sticky, and the bartender looked like he had worked a triple shift after getting no sleep. "This place is hardly a premier location..."

 

[Ash]

Alchamy chuckled at Jack, she could tell she would be able to at least enjoy talking to him while waiting for Bajpa to become sufficiently drunk and find out anything he could know on Yuri. 'Beautiful company?' she giggled to herself, her definition of 'beautiful company' came in the form of a six foot soldier cat armed with an assault rifle, terrible puns and a bad drinking habit.

Shifting her cards carefully in her hands, she watched Jack's face twist in distaste for his drink, thankful that she hadn't bothered to give it a shot Jack's face was enough to tell her she wouldn't be ingesting the vile beverage anytime soon. "Aw, do not make such a face, mister Jack. You will hurt its feelings glaring at it like that, and ruining that lovely visage of yours." she gently slapped a hand to her face in mock worry.

Calming her sarcasm, Alchamy pushed back stray sangria red hairs that had fallen free around her face, her cheerful smile faded to one that more closely resembled mischief. She knew they were in a bar that would never be known around the galaxy, or even spoken highly of by neighbours to the location itself and would likely end up having to close shop within the year, but it was the primer location for what she needed. She eyed Jack over, taking note of each of his dark tribal markings, each brunette hair on his head, watching the way he sat and the way he held his cards. "You say that, but I think it will serve its purpose tonight, for both of us-- You need a change of scenery, why someone like you would pick here is beyond me, and I need to find out a few things from distinguished natives like yourself."

 

[Cassanova]

Jack laughed, "Lovely, eh? Careful, Miss Ruaca, I may just have to buy you a drink!"

Shifting his attention off the cards, now just using the game as an occupier for his hands, rather than an actual focus for his mind. It was clear, the playful back and forth between he and Alchamy was far more interesting than playing cards. Whiskey in hand, Jack leaned back in his seat, watching his fellow patron as she elaborated on a deeper purpose for meeting there. "How very philosophical, Miss Ruaca."

"What sort of things would a lovely thing like yourself need to find out from a man like me?"

 

[Ash]

"Oh? I thought you were?" Alchamy held up her full glass in front of him, shaking it a little bit as a reminder. "Though, I thought you would buy me something better than piss." she giggled, relaxing herself and sitting down her drink again. She gave Jack a half-smile, she normally enjoyed this part of a job, but seeing as she was looking for Yuri, it didn't bear the same kind of excitement. To her, it was more just depressing. But what other reason to be here than to find him faster?

Shifting her weight, Alchamy directed herself away from the patrons around the bar and faced Jack head on. She knew he'd either tell her or not, and she refused to waste too much time on one person who would get her no where when she was sure someone else would. Being blunt worked best in some cases. "I need to know where to find a man named 'Yuri Sharp'."
Yuri wasn't someone who just 'blended in' and mixed with the crowd, he was very distinct and if anyone knew where to find him, she only hoped this man before her would.

 

[Cassanova]

Jack chuckled, and nodded in concession. He was paying for the drinks, but he tended to do that for people who gave him the pleasure of meaningful or at least friendly conversation. Whenever folk bought him drinks, he knew he was being buttered up. Unfortunately, most people made the mistake of buying high class wines, ports, brandy - one poor sob even made the mistake of buying ale. Jack preferred to choose his own drinks, and pay for them himself. Information, company, and something different was all he ever asked for encounters. So when the young redhead asked for help finding someone, Jack stopped dead in his tracks.

"...Yuri Sharp."

The Corellian leaned forward, placing down his drink and looking out into the main area of the bar. Without rushing, he stood up, closing the curtain that separated the booth from the rest of the bar. Without any particular drama or flair, Jack sat back down, resting his elbows on his knees, running his hands through his hair. Anyone looking for Yuri was either dangerous, stupid, or lovesick. The vast majority of people tended to be the latter, mind you. Jack, having been Yuri's friend for well over a decade eyed off the girl, and rubbed his chin before speaking.

"How old is the kid?"

 

[Ash]

How old is the kid?? Alchamy had attempted her best to maintain a straight face, but despite all her best efforts, she burst into laughter, placing down her cards and clutching at her sides to keep herself contained. "How old-" she laughed between breaths, "Goodness, does he really get that many estranged women and children through here? I am going to have to give that boy a stern talking for acting so careless with his willy." Alchamy had covered her face with both her hands to mask her laughter.

Then it hit her-- did she look like she had kids? Her laughter halted, forgetting all about her mission to find Yuri and stared at Jack with what could only be described as mortification. After seeing before kids and after kids pictures of her mother, the thought was actually a bit more than terrifying. "Do.. Do I look like I have had kids?" she poked at her stomach a couple times and touched her cheek lightly, never taking her eyes off Jack. She would be thirty by the closing of the year, while that is still young, she really didn't like the idea of looking the part of an aged woman just yet.

 

[Cassanova]

Jack chuckled, and apologetically waved his hand, sitting back, "No, nothing of the sort."

Settling back into his seat, whiskey in hand, Jack adopted a position that could only be described as 'story-time'. "Miss Ruaca, Yuri Sharp is a man that can only be described as magnetic. He attracts all sorts; danger, money, enemies, friends, lovers, wars, conflicts, bullets, knives, animals, accidents, success."

"As far as where he is..." Jack nodded after a slight sip of the drink, careful not to contort his face again, "That I do know. But you see..."

"I don't know you."

Jack originally met Yuri in a very awkward manner, in the very early days of the Ona'bak Retrade. An organisation so secretive that it made the double agents that the Sith and Jedi planted everywhere seem plain as day. So when people came asking for information on a fellow Retrade member, whether it existed still or not, it certainly tightened the sphincter on Jack's information flow. Not to say it wasn't possible, mind you, but Jack had made a good reputation for himself by keeping the discretion of his peers a well-guarded piece of information.

"And I don't know what you want with Mister Sharp... I am not sure if he'd be happy with me disclosing his location."

"Convince me otherwise."

 

[Ash]

Hearing him announce she did not look like she had birthed a child, Alxhamy relaxed back with a small comforted smile. It was silly, she knew that, but she didn't mind taking a moment of vanity now and then.

Listening to Jack describe Yuri was entertaining, to say the least. He was a very magnetic person. Everyone and everything just drew to him so easily (be it for better or worse), even Bajpa who only liked people when she was drunk, enjoyed him sober and without wanting to stab him.

"I understand, mister Jack." Alchamy stated, smiling cheerfully and relaxing back in her own seat with her arm rested on top of the back rest- Jack knew where he was. That was a start for her, and to see him so closely guard Yuri's privacy told her they had to have had a relationship. Loose lipped bar goers would easily have told her had they known anything, but information like that could easily be false and she didn't want to waste the time. This man did know, and she wanted to find out hopefully sooner rather than later. "Yuri has gained a few close friends over the years, it seems. That is comforting." She weighed her options carefully, likelihood was, she wouldn't be able to buy the information or gamble for it now. He even said it; convince him.

Alchamy nodded, convincing someone close to Yuri that she needed to see him would be difficult-- she didn't even know fully why she needed to see him, and that in itself would be a problem. She had one "convincing" card that was technically a lie she'd be pulling out her ass, but if it got her to Yuri, she really did not quite care how. She'd hold it off for the moment and see what should could get.

"I recently discovered footage of who I know could only have been Yuri, unsurprisingly, winning an arena match. I know that is quite vague, given he has been in and out of arenas since well before we met, but the footage is from the last few months. Was that him?"

 

[Cassanova]

Jack simply shrugged, "Yuri has been no stranger to fights. In or out of the arena."

The Corellian rubbed the arch of his nose, a mild headache coming on, "Listen. All I could say is that he'd appeared in some footage - Having not seen that footage, nor having any idea where he currently is, the best I could do would be to call him. If he knows who you are, and cares to speak to you, I might then consider telling you."

"Lacking that, Miss Ruaca, there is little I can help you with."

Rolling his eyes and sitting back in his seat, "Tell me why you're looking for him, and maybe I'll consider throwing you a bone, Miss Ruaca."

 

[Ash]

Perfect.
Alchamy sat up a bit straighter hearing Jack's address that he could call Yuri, smiling a little. After their little incident that ended with her and Bajpa left on some forsaken planet with little more than their ship beaten nearly to scraps and some clothes, she'd not been able to get into contact with many people she and her Kushari companion knew, Yuri included. That was two years ago, and though they've fixed and reorganised, they'd still lost touch with many old friends.

"The last time I saw Yuri was right before my father passed two years ago. After that, Bajpa and I... Things just did not go so well." Alchamy could have laughed- that was the highlight of under statements. Unconsciously, her hand lifted to the side of her neck and brushed against the thin scar hidden there. That was all she had to show for it other than a small burn on her lower back. Bajpa's wounds had been a lot more severe than her own, but the Kushari are resilient.

Preparing to speak again, the curtain was pulled at hazardously until Bajpa poked through, eyes glazed and drunk enough to have put an average human into coma. "Al! Yer alive!" The Kushari tumbled into a seat and her head fell onto the table with a thud, the glasses shaking at the sudden impact.

"Huh." Alchamy huffed, checking the time, "You are farther along than I thought you would be." Her body twisted and sliding slowly until her head fell onto Alchamy's lap.

"Yo-uz fin Yuri'et? E owes me a drink!" Bajpa grumbled from Alchamy's thighs.

"Last time you two drank together, I had to convince two different gangs not to put you on the black market and Yuri ran up and down the district with me on his shoulders shouting he won the prize."

"Zat was'a good'ay."

"Bet so." Alchamy rolled her eyes and turned back to Jack, stroking the side of Bajpa's ear in hopes the cat would keep her mutterings to a minimum and eventually just fall asleep. "If you could contact him, we would appreciate it greatly. Just tell him his" she hesitated for a brief moment, pinching at her temple, it was her best option but also her worst- "tell him his 'wifey' and drunk cat are looking for him." She wasn't by any means Yuri's wife, but Jack didn't know that and seeing as Yuri, even years later, continued to address her as such- he'd know she really was on Nar Shaddaa looking for him.

 

[Cassanova]

Jack raised an eyebrow, but wasn't particularly surprised. Yuri had wrangled some of the oddest relationships Jack had ever witnessed. Space pirates, Jedi who wore far too little clothing, bionic space mechanics, and god knows what else formed the tip of a very large, very expansive iceberg.

With a nod, Jack pulled out a commlink, slipping the earpiece over his ear, and leaned back in his seat. A few small beeps on his commlink saw a connection established, "Sharp, you mongrel. I've got a young girl here by the name Alchamy Ruaca looking for you. Call me back or drop by the moon if you want to find her. Call Tib if you need to find me."

Jack quickly removed the earpiece and sat back in his chair, eyeing off Alchamy once more. "Depending on where he is, he'll get that shortly. He could get back to us in a matter of minutes, or days, depending on where he is."

An apologetic nod escaped Jack's visage, "That's all I can do for the time being."

 

[Ash]

Listening intently to Jack, Alchamy pushed Bajpa off of her lap so she could sit closer to him. The Kushari grumbled as she rolled of her chair and onto the floor past the curtain. "Keep your clothes on!" Alchamy warned her friend, turning back to Jack once she could no longer see the Kushari.
Bajpa gathered herself onto her shaky feet and stumbled into the throng, grabbing two shots off a tray from one of the scantly clad runner girls and downing them. "Yuri! Keep yer-yer clothes on." She laughed, tripping on herself but continuing to move through the clusters of bodies until she grabbed onto someone's collar she assumed had to have been Yuri in her highly inebriated state. "Yuri!" she roared happily at her "long time friend".

Meanwhile, behind the curtain, Alchamy's aura was positively glowing, her lips were curled up into a wide grin and she was clinging to her seat.

"That's all I can do for the time being." Jack stated to her, her smile didn't lessen any.

Lunging from her seat and wrapping her arms around Jack's neck, embracing him with a slight laugh. "Thank you so much, Jack!" She kissed his cheek, "Thank you!" She kisses his cheek once again, "You have done above and beyond for Bajpa and I!"

 

[Fine Frenzy]

Jodoc picked the right night club, that was damn straight. He knew that the minute he walked in. The minute he saw Jack Tamblyn; the minute he saw a beautiful woman join his booth; the minute he watched in awe as a Kushari got more drunk than she had any right to be. The once Mandalorians let it all soak into him, and he loved it. It felt good to drink, to dance. He kissed this girl, that girl, let them trace his scars with their fingernails, let them believe he actually liked it. Jodoc was a rough man, no doubt, but drinking softened him. Talking to a group, doing his best to be heard, trying to impress them, someone grabbed Jodoc by his collar, tearing him away from his story.

"The kriff-"

"Yuri!"

"Yuri? You got the wrong man, sweetheart," Jodoc yelled to her. "If you're looking for him, I know where he is."

 

[Ash]

Bajpa kept pulling at the man, "Yurii! Al-Alch is her-" she hiccuped and slumped onto Jodoc a bit, "here! Go.. Go get'ta girl, b-bud." She laughed, dragging at him once more in an attempt to drag him back to where Jack and Alchamy were talking privately, not realising at all that he wasn't Yuri and he had even told her so. "Cu-come onn-" she pulled harder until she slipped on nothing and her six foot frame slammed into the hard night club floor. All she could do, in her beyond inebriated state, was laugh. She laughed and continued on, harder with each second until she threw up onto the floor. "Unutter round!" She called, letting out a small roar to pick up the party for those around her. She was clueless to what she was doing and would likely not remember any of it or even remember the next few following days. "Yu-yu-Yuri!" With the assistance of a couple fellow club-goers, Bajpa worked her way up to her feet and back to face "Yuri", "Alch ish ight there-- there!" She pointed at the direction of the curtain that concealed Jack and Alchamy, "She, she's realllly mished you, man. Cu-come on, man." Bajpa at this point was pulling the man forcefully toward the curtains, not realising herself that she was in fact using more than friendly "playful" force.

[OOC: Sorry. Tired plane brain gave me this. I'll colour the dialogue once I get on my laptop.]

 

[Cassanova]

Jack, while never ashamed in the company of women, accepted Alchamy's gratitudes in all her ignorance of personal space, and then gently pried her off him, and sat her down in her seat once more. The Cartel Captain nodded out the now partially opened divider, "Your friend seems like quite the magician... Can make a whole lot of booze vanish..."

The carelessness of youth... and the alcohol tolerance of a Kushari were never to be underestimated or undervalued. In a split moment, Jack envied Alchamy and Bajpa's innocence, and took it upon himself to keep these two, Yuri's friends or not, out of harms way as best he could for at least the night. Unfortunately, the Corellian had a busy schedule and couldn't afford to drag a dewey-eyed girl and a drunk Kushari all over town.

The Captain rubbed his eyebrow and looked to the girl, "Listen, give me your contact details, I don't know when Yuri would call back. I'll let you know when he does." Jack reached into his pocket, pulling a credit chit from his pocket and then pressed it into Alchamy's palm. A five thousand credit chit would ensure their safety for the night "Have the rest of the night on me. Keep yourself out of trouble, and don't stay in any hotels in this district. You've got enough there for a nice place in the Casino district."