The night of our time

[William Hackett Solus]

Weekend ~ 10 pm ~ Local time
Bar theme​

Will felt like a drink, as he walked through the roaring streets of Nar Shaddaa, he was wearing his civilian outfit, though still carried his two "Strill" Blaster Pistol. Not much had happened really, to be honest, Will was rather bored and wanted something to happen, just something that would make the night more fun. Never-the-less, he turned a corner and came face to face with a bar, a loud, lite up bar. He thought about it quickly, but came to the conclusion, he hasn't had a drink yet, actually to correct that sentence, he hasn't had drinks and was way too sober.

Upon entering the bar, he was blasted with music and neon colours beyond measurement. Used to loud music, he walked deeper into the bar and headed for the bartender and ordered the strongest shab they had and filled it up in the biggest glass they had. "Haha, that's more like it" smiled the fiery-haired Mandalorian when his drink came. It was 10% bigger than everyone else's and he just started to chug the drink, till it was half empty. "AH! That hits the spot!" exclaimed the redhaired Mandalorian and was in a good mood again.

@Padmé

 

[Ophelia Tenau Wren]

Other than the few credits she received for her last job, Ophelia has no credits to her name. To make matters worse, the Mandalorian female traveled solo, having no connections nor concrete direction. The diabolical state she found herself in, coupled with the sheer loss of hope made for the perfect storm. So to speak.

"I'll have the strongest shot you have." The woman finally said after staring at the bar for unseemly amount of time. The waiter obliged, more like relieved that Ophelia finally made a purchase. Within a matter of minutes the Mandalorian was back at a solitary section of the bar quietly observing the room whilst simultaneously starting at the shot of drink before her. (name) eyes caught a red-haired male who perfectly fit the description of an acquaintance she met on Mandalore.

Without as much as hesitating, Ophelia left her shot untouched, looked to her chrono which registered 23:00 and then proceeded to walk towards the table of the red-hair gentleman. "House Korvo, am I right?" Said she in her native tongue knowing full well the man most likely has no recollection of who she is nor would her have a care. (name) prominent hand naturally rested on her hidden gear which was neatly tucked under her green trousers, and white linen shirt. She was in no mood for a fight, and did not expect one based on her earlier observation of the bar. But on Nar Shaddaa one can never know everything for certain that goes on a bar!

After making a few steps closer, but not so close as to invade the man's personal space, she made herself comfortable on a chair. Ophelia did her best to ignore the sight of the William chucking the rather tall glass of drink. For that, Ophelia anticipated with bated breathe the singular reaction of such an act- should it happen. A rather loud burp could only be the singular aftereffect of such a large drink. Thankfully the rather loud music in the bar would drawn out the anticipated burp.

"Wren, Ophelia Tenau Wren. A pleasure to meet you again." Added the female Mandalorian in anticipation of the man's reaction.

 

[William Hackett Solus]

Now, Will wasn't a man that would shy away from some company, especially if that company was Mando'ad. He smiled with drinking, though it might have been a bit difficult to see with the big mug in front of his mouth. Lightly slamming his mug down in the table, luckily not spilling any mead. The stranger stood by his table, a fellow Mando'ad, a few years younger than himself, a good looking girl, tough by the looks of it. She did, however, talk to him as if he was someone else, "girl, I got no idea who you're talking about" started Will with a raised eyebrow. "Strong and proud member of Clan Solus!" Said the red-haired Mandalorian with a wide smile.

"But that shouldn't stop us from having a good time, eh Ophelia" continued Will with a smirk. "BARKEEP, A ROUND OF YOUR STRONGEST DRINK!" Yelled Will, to get through to the bartender behind the bar, who just nodded. "Drinks on me, I'm in a good mood Wren" crackled Will with a warm smile.

It didn't take long for their drinks to arrive, "oya!" cheered Will in Mando'a with rose his new drink in the air towards Ophelia and took a big sip of his drink. The drinks themselves had a very high alcohol percentage but with a sweet taste of fruit in it. A very dangerous combination as it wouldn't hit one in an instant, but rather after a few seconds.

@Padmé

 

[Ophelia Tenau Wren]

Surprisingly, the singular natural reaction from consuming an enormous amount of mead coupled with the fast rate of the consumption didn’t yield the anticipated burp. Ophelia was naturally surprised, but quickly moved on to avoid any weirdness or the appearance of one. She was after all not acquitted with the man.


“Strong and proud member of Clan Solus!" William’s firm affirmation didn’t come as a surprise for Ophelia was indeed a stranger in his eyes. For now Solus was all Wren knew about the red haired. That and his predisposition for mead. “Ah the infamous Solus!” Ophelia quickly interjected in her native tongue very aware of the fact that the man failed to introduce himself properly. No mention of any other facts, family or anything that one could associate with him. Ophelia pondered if she should allude to her brother as perhaps he might lend a hand. On second thought, Wren held her tongue and made herself comfortable at the table.

“Drinks on me, I'm in a good mood Wren” Solus added, to which the female Madalorian obliged. “Just half of what he had.” Ophelia called out to the bartender hoping the loud music didn’t drown out her order. The smile Solus wore on his face was all too familiar to Wren. A natural Playboy, she thought quietly to herself.

Within a matter of minutes more mead was being served at her table. William quickly raised his drink followed by the customary Mandoa "oya!" to which Ophelia simply respond with a gentle nod of her head then took a tiny sip of the drink.

“Tell you what?” Wren started well aware of the reception of her request. “Will you help me find my brother? He was last seen around these parts.” Wren’s brother is what the average person would deem a vagabond. To Ophelia however, that is quite the contrary for he was all she had left of a proper family. Solus seems like the kind with connections- the very thing Ophelia presently lacks. “Besides, I’m willing to pay.” Ophelia concluded with a bold face lie- her dominant hand twisting stray hair to the side of her ear.

 

[William Hackett Solus]

Will learned to Ophelia with a gaily smirk, "oh, ya don't know the half of it" said the red-haired Mando'ad with a cackled laughter. Will chugged a good among of his new arrived mead and leaned back in his seat. "Ahh," outbursted the red-haired Mando'ad satisfied.

Ophelia's request and question were a bit muzzled out by the very loud music playing in the bar, but Will got enough to know where it was going. He bottomed the rest of the substance in his mug and licked the taste of mead off his lips while thinking about the girl's plea. Will glanced at the girl beside him, while his fingers tapped rhythmically on the table. "Why can't ya find him yarself?" asked Will curious.

Will was curious about this, Ophelia was a mando'ad like himself, so her brother was also one, wouldn't he be able to get out of his own trouble? He turned a bit to the side, facing Ophelia as he waited for her reply. He guessed money always was nice, but how much was she willing to pay, wondered Will.

@Padmé