A drink at a bar

[Bryanjar Aulfmaor]

Well after , a long adventure , and using a fake identity that would expire today most likely. The mandalorian warrior came to the planet corosaunt , were the blasted sith were.They were enemies of the united clans of manda'lor . This was once the capital of the republic, recently taken during the last 5 years . One could barely notice the blasted take over had ever happened, the dreaded glow stick jockies made sure of it, the mandalorian was armed, but his weapons were well hidden looked over the bar he was at. Hoping to find some sort of resistance if any , certainly they would need someone of his skills . While this may be the capital of the one sith, there may still be republic loyalist's on the planet, or mabye criminals not liking the even tighter grip of power the karks had on them. The warrior would have a drink , the naboo rump ale , cheap, but enough to manage, the mandalorian was on enemy soil after all.

 

[Rose Vishkall]

A burst of laughter appeared from the back of the bar as Rose was showing off again. She had a habit of doing that, she had learned to love life again and wasn't afraid to show it. Her tanned pink skin shinned lovingly in the summer, her cut off sleeveless shirt that stopped covering skin at her stomach which was flat and toned. The more female assets she had were quite loveable, a smaller cup breast made up for with a voluptuous rear led into generous love handles.

Short black hair and purple eyes she was quite the looker no doubt. Unarmed with weapons she simply was doing party tricks and dancing to which a handful of men cheered her on. She accepted a drink from someone watching as she ruffled his hair with her free hand as she chugged like a pro. Whether hard liqour or fruity drink she still handled it quite well. She was quite the scene all on her own as she showed flexibility of a controsionist but danced like a Zeltron.

Laughing happily the band stirred up a tune as she began inciting other girls to start dancing. A revelrous riot formed soon enough of people laughing and having a good time, all started from the free spirited apprentice. Though once she had an opening she slipped out behind the bar to catch her breath.

[member="Bryanjar Aulfmaor"]

 

[Bryanjar Aulfmaor]

[member="Rose Vishkall"]
(OOC: tell me if im crossing the line , I dont wanna be a creeper lol.)
The keshian's awkard blue , bright , glowing eyes wandered over to a piece of art , a zeltron, they always are attractive, and are always wanted. Holy shaabs the mandalorian thought, he could not stop looking at the rear . Its , below the warrior felt an awakening , the athletic brute would stop looking for the action he recently thought of , and seek a more suitable type of action for tonight. His face moved toward the female of capable age of consent, he positioned his blonde hair in hopes that it would be neater , if such a word existed for a mandalorian. " Hey, you looked tired, have a seat, all the ancing has gotta give you cramps." , he grew a sly smile , keshians were not a common sight, and while his eyes allowed him to see most things, what he could not see what was more desirable . He definitely, if he played his cards right, could see the more desirable areas. First he'd buy her a drink,something light, and not to fancy. Women dont want to be bought, they want to be appreciated, he would create small talk, and later on ask bigger questions, let her do all the talking. He had this.

 

[Rose Vishkall]

Keshian, those races suffered the same eyes she'd received. Multiple shades of lights unavaliable to most, so they had a similarity already which made her smile. Preforming a wall sit she chuckled at his recommendation before shaking her head,

"Hey there handsome, what brings you here? Those baby-blues make you look a bit innocent to be in a place like this. But maybe it's just the eyes, you've got the armor of a hunter. I've only seen a few of your kind, hunters that is, before. So I'll say well met love, what can I do ya' for?" She asked looking up to him. He was cute in his own right, not really all that she was looking for in a mate but good enough to be pleasing. Though of course her mind didn't stay on that for long. Her master had told her to be more of an upright citizen, so her Zeltron tendencies didn't need any willing help.

"Sorry, I almost forgot. I'm Rose, what'd I call you?" The alcohol was there but not enough to fog her mind or anything. The bar was a wonderful place in her mind, so much attention for being attractive was great. Plus side was no one was ordering her around, she held the reigns in that place. Being approached by new people was part of the flair, which made her so bright when greeting Byran.

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[Bryanjar Aulfmaor]

[member="Rose Vishkall"]

" Im Bryanjar , you can say I am working for someone thats pretty nasty. Would you like a drink? Dont worry I wont get you anything fancy, Im not the type to impress women with drinks, more of somewhere else." , he went a little ahead of schedule but it didn't matter, he still had a chance. He definitely enjoyed the view , he entire body was more then desirable at this point. Something about the zeletron was different, which amplified her to an even more attractive stature. The warrior waited for the prize to answer whether she wanted a drink, this is the test, if she wanted a drink she would most likely be staying to flirt more and to see if he was worth enough for a night, if not he would not have such a happy ending.

 

[Rose Vishkall]

"Sure thing, can't hurt any. I'm not planning on getting super drunk. Got classes tomorrow and all that jazz." She said with a sigh as she stood up and stretched, her new spine working wonders for her as it was finally getting back to a normal point. It felt like her breasts were four times their size from the back pain that remained but it was nothing hindering. Rose unaware of this hunters intentions took a very small grain of salt with everything said by anyone except her master.

Now standing again she looked around the outside of this area, it was pretty seedy in appearance. Though Rose was used to the darker and more underground company. Her first slaver had been an Ithorian who loved the kind of attention that these communities brought. That had rubbed off slightly onto her. Though it was no bother, it was a part of who she was and she had accepted that and felt happy. Rose was at one with herself and wouldn't tolerate someone telling her otherwise.

"So don't make it too strong okay? I'd hate to show up back home completely plastered. But I've got most of the night off so I'll take your offer."


[member="Bryanjar Aulfmaor"]

 

[Bryanjar Aulfmaor]

[member="Rose Vishkall"]

"Lets get the lovely rose over her jawa juice with a splash of huttese wine mixed in. That should suffice for a beauty like you." , it was obvious there was a big bump below , larger then most, seeing her get closer like that, made him melt . He was too busy to notice the display below, he would make quick glances here or there. He was trying to be a professional after all. His voice was deeper then most, but smooth enough not to be disturbing . "It must be good to be off. So what classes are you taking? " , his curiosity was intrigued. He was glad he choose this cantina, he might as many of his vod would say, get some, with a walking beauty of a being. But there was something else, did he like her a little? He had a feeling she liked him, but he could just be hormonal right now.

 

[Rose Vishkall]

A short giggle escaped her lips as he left for her drink. What a strange combination but a free drink none-the-less which she had no quarrels with. Taking it happily she drank before answering the second of his questions. Now standing with half full glass in hand she leaned her weight into her left hip standing more comfortably.

"I'm studying the Kro'Varr and some force training actually. I used to be a cyborg but with the science of Coruscant's finest doctor I was cured of my technologically enhanced problems. I can dance again and I've been so horribly happy these past few weeks because of it." Another drink went by before she held it against the right of her neck and held it close enjoying the icy cold that it brought. Bryanjar was a decent person and talking with him was going fine.

"There's my story, now what's yours? You've shown up here out of the blue. I've been hitting this place and a few topless bars up the past few days and this is the first time I've seen someone head to toe in Mando armor." Rose finished softly before taking another drink proffessionally before placing the cup on a nearby power source. The power box worked as a perfect temporary table as she combed her hands through her hair.


[member="Bryanjar Aulfmaor"]

 

[Bryanjar Aulfmaor]

[member="Rose Vishkall"]
(Originally i was in a muscle shirt, but I can fly with it and go with the mandalorian armor aproach, I am on an enemy planet which is why im not wearing my armor originally but i can post from here like I am. )
Even in mandalorian armor, the athletes natural frame could easily be seen, he was a lean, and muscular individual, "Would you like the short version? Or the long version?" , the mechanic asked. He sat there, the drink was a combination he ordered for any of those he wanted to know better, showing how he knew his drinks, and that he could be serious, while also showing that he was not dry. The farm boy definitely had a story to tell, with what he has gone through, the struggles he overcame . The warrior ordered his drink "Give me a wookie cherry blast mixed with a canon of correllian ale ." , this was his favorite drink. She seemed like he wouldn't have to worry about anyone messing with them , despite the fact that he was on an enemy homeworld, far from help. While he may be able to take care of himself, it would not go to well if he started some trouble alone, considering how his people, and culture already are under fire , and an incident like this would certainly devastate his people. Having one of their best snipers, captured , killed, or under siege far from help would not help the integrity of his people.