Social Hour

[Markus Valentine]

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Cigarra lit in his mouth, hanging on by sliver of his lips as blue skinned enforcer remained nestled in the corner of the bar. Most of the regular patrons were already intoxicated or had departed for the evening considering what hour it was. But he? No, not him, he would stay late and likely close out the venue given that he had taken a liking for a few of the bartenders. Everyone knew those girls only partied after-hours and that lifestyle was most conducive to the Mandalore criminal element.

His T-shaped helmet was on the ground besides him but that Beskar'gam was nicely polished and made to appear pristine despite the age old battle wounds it had accumulated over the years. Not to mention, the ever so recognizable Mythosaur sigil that stood out like a sore thumb though he was confident there would be little trouble here unless the Kryze clan happened to arrive through those doors. In either case, he had his Shriek-Hawk looped around to his side along with the Strill blaster side arm. One couldn't ever be more careful, especially when you paraded yourself with criminal syndicates and floated on the edge of Dar'manda.

Eyes flickered upwards as he glanced at the beer dropped off his table, a slight nod of acknowledgment to the girl that brought it. He chuckled in adoration of her attire, not really knowing why she spent so much time getting ready for her shift, she knew damn well that he was going to take those clothes off at the end of the night anyways...

@GABA

 

[Solone Wren]

Solone was avoiding going back to Krownest; after her embarrassing duel with another Wren during the Wookiee's Life Day festivities she knew word had gotten back to her aunts who were ready to scold her for the lack of discipline. She had a few drinks with Varus on Kashyyyk before she was told by one of her vod about her presence being requested immediately. Even though she had won the fight, just barely...even much so she though Varus might have given her the win knowing what was waiting for her...it wasn't enough to deter from a chastizing on honor. Part of her was annoyed given the lack of trust and respect, but that was how her life had been, to be the best, so when the gods wanted her back, she could fight for her freedom to stay with her brothers and sisters.

So now, she was on Mandalore, taking her time to get home to the snowy, mountainous world; her aunts were already frustrated, there was no stopping that now and she felt she might as well purge on herself and just take it all in once she returned home. Mandalore had not changed too much since her last visit though, there were still plenty of places to drink, but still, a touch of Imperial and Sith design remained within much of the architecture lately. Hopefully, that would change soon when they found their Mandalore.

Regardless, Solone found a place to drink her woes, at least this time she didn't have to worry about waking up to fight with a hangover the next morning. She removed her helmet and clipped the base's lip to the belt of her armor as she entered inside; the late hour had chased most out, which left the place fairly empty and quiet. Solone ran her fingers through her dark hair, matted from being tucked under a helmet and ordered herself an ale.

On the bright side of things, she did earn a new weapon from the Wookiees that she never thought she would ever get to own.

@Faded Truth

 

[Markus Valentine]

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Markus continued to smoke the cigarra, taking a momentary break to down a few shots that his favored bartender had dropped off at his table. Playing around with the lighter, red eyes flickered upwards to glance at the female Mandalorian that entered and claimed a seat at the bar for herself. He had seen her a few times in the past though visibly being out in public was always requiring caution given the status of his Gang's reputation and the fact that majority of the clans wanted them dead. Regardless, he was feeling exquisitely dangerous this evening and slowly left his chair, a smirk on his face as he settled at the counter next to Solone. Playfully giving her a nudge he placed the cigarra between first and second fingers of his right hand while grabbed two shot glasses and poured them some vodka.

"Rumor has it you did pretty good in those Life day tournaments..." He extended the glass towards her waiting for her to return the cheers, "I suppose celebrations are in order.."

@GABA

 

[Solone Wren]

Solone caught a figure from the corner of her eye and glanced at the blue man who was approaching her, the bartender had brought her a drink and she happily lifted it to her lips to drink in order to avoid having a conversation. However, this guy was interested in conversation, nudging her gently and the Wren woman placed down her mug, turning slightly as he addressed her. Solone raised an eyebrow and scoffed at the rumor of her doing well, "Please, if you saw it, you would have laughed at the spectacle, a complete embarrassment." she quirked an eyebrow as he had poured them both a shot of vodka. Really, she should not, knowing that she was entirely a lightweight when it came to drinking, in fact, the pint that she ordered probably was not going to help the situation.

"I celebrated for three days straight, I think I am all celebrated out." she smirked, "I think the Wookiees out feast a Mandalorian celebration, I don't think in all the years I have seen a celebration as such, even my clan has not had a celebration like that in a long while." Solone explained as she tapped his glass with her own and threw back the shot, flipping the glass over on the counter as she made a face to the flavor, "This is some cheap vodka." she groaned, glancing quickly to make sure the bartender didn't hear it. Luckily they were on the other side, talking with some of the others who were present.

"So, did you actually attend the celebrations on Kashyyyk or did you only just take a lucky guess that I attended?" she asked coyly.

@Faded Truth