B&B Night

[Dante Sotari]

Generis​

Right at the edge of Sith Empire space, Generis was in line to be swallowed soon by the rising tide.

Most people there didn't seem particularly fussed- it was clear that those that welcomed the Sith were treated with certain respect, while those who opposed them, well.

The lessons of Gravlex Med were clear.

So when Sith influence started to trickle in, it was just easier to shrug and not make a fuss. At least on the surface.

And right now, that influence came in the way of people looking for a night off from their usual troubles. In Dante's case, it was the fact that she'd lied to [member="Morgan Vance"] about having plans, and didn't want to accidentally run into him at one of their usual haunts. It wasn't a good reason to be drinking on Generis. But there were probably worse reasons. Probably.

Dante sighed as she stepped into the bar. The humidity on Generis was thick and cloying, but the bar was nice and cool. Already starting to fill up with the evening crowd (so close to the Star Port, so a mix of locals and travelers) the sounds and smells were familiar and comforting. Didn't matter where you went in the galaxy- space port bars were all the same.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

No death or kidnapping.

Itash's words repeated in her head like a mantra, a constant reminder that the names on his list we for sweet talking, not playing. She'd found two so far, bedded one because he'd been willing and rough enough to handle her. Resisting the urge to kill him had been hard, especially when he started to snore. The second had received a tidy some of money. Now? Now she wanted to drink, kark and kill.

The drinking bit was easy, the fruity wine dancing over her tongue, singing tunes to her palette. Getting a good wine in a place like this wasn't easy, or cheap, but she had the credits...or rather Itash did. What he didn't know wouldn't kill her. She'd picked a seat at the bars end, gave her a good view of the incoming patrons, allowed her to survey the room and choose her target.

Maybe she's chose two. She was so very hungry.

[member="Dante Sotari"]

 

[Vaylin]

It had been too long since Vaylin had settled somewhere for a good drink, or two. The last time was her introduction to many things, not just alcohol. Fun times all around, and thankfully this time it wasn't on a giant ship. A very low chance that the Zabrak was going to get lost in a spiralling maze of corridors.

The weather was chit though, could've done without that.

Vaylin stepped into the bar looking nothing like the Sith Valkyrie she was, well aside from the sulfur eyes as they peered around at those that had already arrived. Bars and the like never went without a good share of patrons a lot of the time. Some already drunk, passed out or freshly arrived.

It was so easy to get lost in violence and adventure, but as [member="Aria Vale"] once said to her; Always gotta make time for some fun.

Albeit, Vaylin always considered the violence to be fun in the first place.

With one more casual glance around, the Zabrak walked up to the bar attention already focused on the drinks on display.

[member="Dante Sotari"] | [member="Nisha Decrilla"]​

 

[Kieran Erith]

[member="Nisha Decrilla"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Dante Sotari"]​

She wound up in bars because she wanted to get drunk or because she'd gotten lost on her way to somewhere more interesting. It had been one more long day in a very long week. Training took up all of her time save for snatches she had to herself, and even that was better spent working further. It was her first proper night off in a while.

Esther Nova was looking to get very drunk.

The bar was nothing special, but Esther wasn't there to assess the interior decorating. Her presence was more muted than usual, a hallmark glare softened until she looked almost approachable. Wasting no time, she moved to the counter, taking the first seat she could spot and calling over a bartender at once.

Let's get this show on the road. "I'll have something strong, please," the redhead ordered listlessly. "Surprise me."

Esther rarely sounded so polite. It was a special occasion, after all.

 

[Farah]

Clinical as she was, Farah was still a Zeltron. Though not as big of a party girl as her template, the good doctor still enjoyed a night out every so often. Tonight happened to be a special occasion; a project she’d been working on for a while had finally come to fruition. There’d been many bumps and tears (mostly from interns) along the way, but she finally managed to create a molecular scanning mechanism that did not give people cancer.

Well, it wasn’t giving rats cancer anymore. Which was good, because the next phase would be clinical trials on humanoids.

She owed quite a bit to [member="Samson"], the laboratory technician who’d assisted her for most of it. Though soft spoken, the gentle giant had a good head on his shoulders. He managed to meet her abuse with kindness, a sort of reaction she’d never experienced to her bitter mannerisms. So when they’d reached a certain measure of success in the lab, Farah insisted that they take the night off and have a drink. She also insisted that he help her squeeze into her favorite little black dress

“Hurry up now, Samson.” She beckoned the excessively large man through the door of the bar, airy grin on her face. “What do you want to drink? I’ll get you something.” She was in a very good mood and feeling generous.

[member="Dante Sotari"] [member="Nisha Decrilla"] [member="Vaylin"] [member="Esther Nova"]

 

[Itash Mecetti]

[member="Dante Sotari"] [member="Nisha Decrilla"] [member="Vaylin"] [member="Esther Nova"] [member="Farah"]

He was rather uncomfortable with all of this.

First being asked to help with her dress. It had seemed rude to refuse, but then Samson realized that with his eyes closed it was difficult not to... touch. His cheek still burned. He leaned down, avoiding hitting his head against the doorpost and surveying the crowd.

They were rather.... odd. "Orange juice?" He approached as best as he could without knocking anyone off their feet or pushing over their table. "Um, Farah?" Samson leaned in a bit so he could speak without being overheard.

His voice still seemed to carry even through the cacophony.

"Some of these people seem sick. Shouldn't we render assistance?" They were drunk. To Samson it looked like they were suffering from a stroke.

 

[Dante Sotari]

Dante had ordered, downed it in one go, then ordered a second. Opened a tab. It seemed the thing to do when she was already motioning for a third.

She kept an eye out in a general sort of way. They were close enough to Sith space and enough time had passed without any attempts on her life that the paranoia was background noise compared to the desire to reach a point where she'd wake up in the morning and not even remember leaving the bar. That, at least, was the intention. She noted the steady stream of people coming in, though it wasn't until a pair of them made it to the bar and the unreasonably tall one asked for orange juice that she reacted.

"Orange juice? Seriously?"

She leaned back on her barstool to catch [member="Farah"]'s eye. "He with you?"

She didn't wait for confirmation before sliding her glass across the bar to [member="Samson"], looking up.

"Geez you just just keep on going, dontcha? Here," she waved the bartender over, motioning to herself and Farah, but not for fething *oj*.

[member="Nisha Decrilla"] [member="Vaylin"] [member="Esther Nova"]

 

[Farah]

A scarlet brow raised at the mention of orange juice but she didn’t comment on it. It was a very Samson answer.

“They’re drunk, Samson.” She motioned to one man as he faceplanted directly into a basket of cheese fries. “It’s what happens when you drink too much alcohol.” Surely he knew the properties of alcohol as a poison. “They’ll be better in the morning.” She added, hoping to quell his concern.

As they seated themselves at the bar, a young woman seemed to take issue with Samson’s choice of drink.

“He is.” She responded briskly, though not without a small amount of amusement. Samson may have an imposing figure but that didn’t seem to intimidate the tougher crowd that a bar attracted.

The woman slid her drink over to Samson and her face fell a bit, not in irritation but observation. The Zeltron snorted.

“If he wants orange juice, he’s getting orange juice.” She gave the bartender a pointed look before turning her head towards Samson.

“You don’t have to drink alcohol if you’re not comfortable with it.” Farah didn’t really care if he decided to drink anything at all. She was just here to have a nice night out with her…friend?

[member="Dante Sotari"] [member="Samson"]

 

[Itash Mecetti]

[member="Dante Sotari"] [member="Nisha Decrilla"] [member="Vaylin"] [member="Esther Nova"] [member="Farah"]

Drunk..

Right, he did recall reading that some people enjoyed mixing ethanol in their drinks to slowly poison themselves into a stupor. It had rather seemed like an urban myth if Samson was real honest. But her reassurance that they would be fine in the morning put Samson at ease. "This is all rather confusing to me, Farah." Sam admitted before a voice joined into the mix.

A young lady, kind eyes, but... somehow sad too.

She seemed to have a better idea what was suitable here. Samson softly patted Farah on the arm. "It is okay," a nod to assure her this time before trying a smile at Dante.

Usually people only got more scared rather than be calmed. But this was a social event, right? Smiling seemed important for that. Large hand, enough to envelop a head, carefully snatched the glass between his finger tips.

If would have been rude to refuse he thought.

"What is it?" Samson asked politely.

 

[Dante Sotari]

Dante blinked in surprise, then nodded.

"Well yeah, if he doesn't want to, he don't have to."

She didn't get the point of coming to a bar and not having a drink- the assumption that everyone else felt that way too was just that, an assumption. Dante was pushy, frequently, but she had no ill intentions per se. She just didn't always think it through.

The bartender showed up, and she motioned for another of the same for her.

"An' OJ if they want some," she added with a shrug that said 'I don't get it but I respect it.'

In truth, Dante didn't have much to spend her money on. She lived on base, ate most of her food there. Didn't buy clothes. Didn't have a family to support. So she just motioned for those drinks to go on her tab because why not? She was here to drink and enjoy some company.... could be Morgan's company, but she'd stuck her foot in it so it wasn't, but whatever.....

"Um, well, to be honest, I didn't ask. Just told them whatever the strongest thing they had behind the bar was. Some kind of glorified paint thinner, so maybe not for you if juice is usually your thing."

She didn't seem particularly fussed by the fact that he towered over her.

[member="Samson"] [member="Farah"] [member="Nisha Decrilla"] [member="Vaylin"] [member="Esther Nova"]

 

[Vaylin]

By the time Vaylin had her first drink in hand, there was already some commotion further along the bar. Her eyes fell on the new arrivals, identifying the few faces that she recogn-

Was that Joza?

Why the chit was Joza here, near Sith space?

The Zabrak blinked a couple times, staring at the Zeltron as she seemed to intercept Dante's attempts to give the big guy a drink. Albeit it was fair question though, who wanted orange juice in a bar of all places?

Drink in hand; but taking a sip first, Vaylin walked over to the small gathering.

"Satori." Nothing more than a simple greeting as she drew closer, remembering the agent from the mission on Navrozh. Although she made a mental note that the other; Morgan was it? Wasn't present with her. Vaylin's attention however quickly shifted to the Zelton, a smile on her face as she stopped by Farah's seat.

"Joza! What the Force are you doing near this side of the galaxy?"

It never occured in that moment to the Zabrak that this was the same woman from Felucia. Sure, they were both in environmental suits at the time - but it still didn't completely obscure Farah's features.

[member="Dante Sotari"] | [member="Nisha Decrilla"] | [member="Esther Nova"] | [member="Farah"] | [member="Samson"]​

 

[Farah]

Farah glanced down at the large hand on her arm, blinking once as she realized that Samson was patting her in reassurance. She grunted or grumbled something but let him be. She’d be close by if he got into any trouble, after all—Samson didn’t have a rude bone in his body but he also lacked a backbone. Luckily Farah had enough aggression for the two of them, controlled for size even.

“You could try it.” She offered, nearly wincing at the mention that it was more akin to paint thinner. She doubted Samson would like it but you never knew. “Orange juice makes a good chaser.”

Farah gave the stranger a nod, hostility dying back down to base levels when she didn’t push the drink onto her friend. She didn’t make friends easily.

"Thanks for getting the tab, kind stranger."

Her drink arrived and she busied herself with a test swig when someone had approached her with…that name. Some clones didn’t know who their templates were. Farah knew the woman she’d been cloned from, curiosity getting the better of her with those holonet searches. She’d even met a man who’d known Joza but she hadn’t expected to hear the woman’s name well…ever again.

Ever the epitome of grace, she promptly spat out the drink in shock. Some of it had one down the wrong pipe so Farah took a few moments to thump on her chest with her fist before turning towards the horned stranger with a glare of irritation.

“That is not my name.” She bit back, disposition a tad chilly for someone who’d only had their name mistaken.

[member="Vaylin"] [member="Dante Sotari"] [member="Samson"]

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

A hand pulled the scarf down as Jorryn made her way out of the beating heat of the sun, taking a deep breath as the cool air met her.

The relief was taken back for surprise as the Echani's attention was immediately drawn towards the figure towering above all people, Jorryn's eyes lingering on the man as she made her way towards the bar.

The bar had made a commendable effort to ensure that the Sith surely making there way to this part of the galaxy would feel welcome, with the normal drunks thankfully being pushed to the sides to allow members of the Sith Empire to feel welcomed.

She sat down near the bar, her attention admittedly still lying with the giant and the company he had around him. With a quick motion of her hand the bartender went to retrieve Jorryn the drink as she relaxed herself into the seat she took.

Jorryn's interest in the group was further piqued when she noticed her fellow Valkyrie, Vaylin, the familiar sight of the Zabrak easing away the curiosity she had of the nearby company.

That was until the woman Vaylin approached spat out her drink.

The rest of the group however was made up of people that Jorryn was unfamiliar with, unable to put names to the faces she somewhat recollected.

For now however the Echani decided to enjoy her drink as the bartender brought the suspiciously coloured beverage towards her, lifting the drink to take a sip.

[member="Samson"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Farah"] | [member="Dante Sotari"] | [member="Nisha Decrilla"] | [member="Esther Nova"]​

 

[Itash Mecetti]

[member="Dante Sotari"] [member="Nisha Decrilla"] [member="Vaylin"] [member="Esther Nova"] [member="Farah"] [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]

Why would anyone order a drink without bothering to ask for something specific?

Give me your strongest, sounded much like, get me something that will poison me quick and hard.

"I see." Samson did not see. This much was clear to anyone paying attention. He brought the glass to his lips, letting the liquid touch his lips first (Hm, doesn't burn the lips, so not that acidic. Should be fine!) and then taking a swig from it the way he had seen Farah do. The liquid sloshed in his mouth and everything seemed rather okay. It was tingly a bit, but nothing out of the ordinary. Samson even nodded to her with a suppressed smile around the corners.

The facial equivalent of a thumbs-up!

That was, of course, when the burning began to actually set in. Eyes widening, watering just a bit as he forced himself to swallow that unholy abomination of a motherfeh- Samson closed his eyes as he gulped it down, pushing back the rude comment and then gasped a bit for air.

"Oh, dear. T-that." He shook his head and looked at Dan, who had an odd expression on her face. "I am okay. That was... good?" It was certainly not good, but he kept his fingers curled around the rim of the glass. Very carefully too, ensuring he wouldn't just shatter the glass. That was when Farah suddenly started huffing and coughing, Samson's brows rose as he shifted to see what was happening. The glass, eyes watery, it seemed to be a similar situation.

"Oh, dear, Farah. Did you have the same drink? It's rather strong, maybe we should get you some orange juice too!"

Always helpful.

But she seemed rather enthralled in her conversation with the Zabrak who knew the young lady in front of him. Sotari? But who was Joza? This was all so... odd. "My name is Samson, ma'am." Carefully extending his hand to Dante for a light shake. He'd be careful about it for sure. Irajah had always told him he didn't quite know his own strength. This was true, sometimes he felt completely off in this body. It was a strange feeling to be detached at times and feeling like it didn't belong to you.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Nisha watched them come in, one by one, two by two, all of them with different stories to tell on their faces. None of them seemed to care about their appearances either, not that it mattered, it simply meant she was the best dressed here. Perhaps it made her stand out a little, but she decided that she didn't care about that either.

Eyes followed the giant man and his oink skinned companion, listening with keens ears before snapp8ng her fingers at t bartender fornhis attention. He leaned over the bar and Nisha whispered instructions in his ear before slipping off the stool and padding towards the white haired woman, slipping into the spot next to her.

"Everyone here seems to be running from something.. or towards something." Eyes passed over a twi'lek who was climbing into the lap of a human man, locked together by their lips. "Which are you?"

Along the bar, a glass of wine appeared in front of Samson. "A gift from someone with better taste." He said with a wink and moved away.

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[Dante Sotari]

Dante looked up in surprise when someone said her name- then offered a nod in [member="Vaylin"]'s direction. She might not have recognized her if she hadn't said something, to be honest. They'd had one mission together awhile back, and if she were being honest, she'd been a little hung over that day. But the voice kicked recognition into gear and she added in a small, perfunctory wave. The Sith and the Enlisted folks didn't interact a lot, but Vaylin had been competent and not 'bath in the blood of innocents' sort, so she was alright.

She waved away the thanks, and was about to fix the 'kind stranger' part when the sky-high one decided to try the drink. She watched with a general sort of interest, but burst out in (not unkind) laughter a moment later.

"Good? No it ain't," she said, slapping her knee. "It does a job, but it ain't good. That's mostly just to get the night rolling. One or two to loosen up-" the fact that this would be three, well- "then something enjoyable to drink-" her grin widened- "then you switch back to the paint thinner when you realize the night's a bust anyway."

She reached out, shaking his hand when he offered. Hers was positively dwarfed in his, but again, she didn't seem fussed.

"Dany," she answered by way of introduction, though she snorted a bit at the 'ma'am'.

She took a deep swig of the new tumbler set down, looked at it contemplatively, then ordered a local beer about the same time the wine arrived for Samson. She arched an eyebrow. Who drank wine in a place like this anyway?

Oh. Okay. She was gorgeous and stuck out like a sore thumb. Since Dante had zero intention of flirting with Samson 'ma'am' (he hit too many similar notes to Morgan and Seamus and just nooooo thank you to more puppies), she leaned on the bar and relaxed. If missy fancy pants wanted to give it a whack, well, that was between her and the mountain over here.

[member="Samson"] [member="Nisha Decrilla"] [member="Esther Nova"] [member="Farah"] [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]

 

[Itash Mecetti]

[member="Dante Sotari"] [member="Nisha Decrilla"] [member="Vaylin"] [member="Esther Nova"] [member="Farah"] [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]

Samson wrinkled his noise a bit while trying to get his low-key wheezing under control.

His nose burned.

"I am happy I don't have to pretend it is tasty then." Sam replied calmly before frowning slightly. "Sorry, that was rude, I think. Everyone should drink what they enjoy the most, I believe." He studied the glass with paint-thinner in his hand and was about to take a second tentative sip (it was slowly spreading some warmth in his chest, once the burning faded away it did feel pleasant, if he was honest), when suddenly another glass was put in front of him. More fine, it almost made him afraid to look at it, worrying that it would spontaneously shatter.

"Um." He eyed that glass, the winking bartender and the soft swaying hips of the retreating lady. "Thank you. ...I think?"

He ignored the wine for now though, because in truth that comment the bartender made was bothering him. Samson finally took another tentative sip, letting the burn rush through him again (this time prepared, but the tears were still springing up for a moment). He gulped and started coughing, smiling with her in response to her cheery laughing.

Good, he was making friends already!

Who knew all Samson had to do was feel a little bit uncomfortable with this drink?

"Don't mind them, Dany, I think your taste is just fine." A serious nod followed. If it had been anyone else it might have been a sign of upcoming drunknesss, but she had exchanged more than one word with him prior to the tasting. Samson really was that earnest. "What do you do, if I may ask?"

 

[Vaylin]

Vaylin looked a bit concerned when 'Joza' suddenly spat out her drink, sputtering as she tried to regain her composure - and breath. It quickly turned to surprise and confusion when the Zelton turned and fixed her a glare.

“That is not my name.”

If she had been several drinks in, Vaylin would've probably leaned in and examined Farah's face closer. She was certain that it was Joza seated before her, and yet it apparently wasn't? Did the Zeltron have a twin sister? Vaylin wasn't sure, that and she didn't exactly know Joza well enough to know.

"Are you sure, you really look li-" The Zabrak cut herself off as the voice finally clicked, or squeaked in this instance. Vaylin was reminded of Felucia, and the constant annoying sounds the environmental suits had made.

Squeak.

Vaylin disguised her scowl by bringing the glass up to her lips and taking a large sip of her drink. The sudden sound of someone laughing grabbed the Zabrak's attention. She raised an eyebrow as Dante essentially detailed out a game plan for drinking. It seemed like the blonde soldier was a seasoned veteran when it came to alcohol.

A moment later however, Vaylin turned her attention back to Farah.

"So Farah, what's the story? You Joza's twin sister or something?"

[member="Dante Sotari"] | [member="Nisha Decrilla"] | [member="Esther Nova"] | [member="Farah"] | [member="Samson"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]​

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

"Well at the immediate moment I'm just trying to run away from the heat outside and towards the cold drinks." Jorryn sighed as she pressed her cool hand against the back of her neck still looking in the direction of the gigantic man.

"But I'm tempted to get in on sending the big guy drinks." The Echani said with a devilish smirk as she quickly turned towards the girl seated beside her before turning to face the bartender and raising her hand to pull his attention.

"Send the big guy a pint of whatever draft you recommend, something tells me he isn't the fancy type."

The bartender gave the acolyte a quick nod before slinging the cleaning rag over his shoulder and fetching a glass for the drink before pouring the drink.

Jorryn's stare lingered on the bartender as he made the drink, occasionally darting to the seated giant before turning to face the girl next to her. Her eyes quickly sized the girl up before looking at her directly, taking a sip of whatever drink the bartender had provided the silver haired Sith.

"So how about you?" She let out as she pulled the drink away and placed it on the corner. "Are you the running type?"

Her playful smile disappeared into a more serious tone as the question came out, leaning forward in the seat to gauge the girl's reaction.

[member="Samson"] | [member="Nisha Decrilla"] | [member="Farah"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Esther Nova"] | [member="Dante Sotari"]​

 

[Dante Sotari]

Dante snorted.

"Don't ever pretend you like something if ya don't," she said, taking another swig and finishing the tumbler just as her beer was brought..... and another one for Samson.

Was Dante missing some appeal here?

She'd just offered him a drink cause it was better than Orange Juice.

"S'not rude to say you don't like something- or someone- just sensible. Sure it might be *nice* to pretend if it'll hurt someone's feelings, but it costs you in the long run, and nice ain't the same as good."

She shrugged at the comment about her taste.

"See, I don't care if people don't like what I like. That's okay. Just means more for me."

Taking a long pull of the beer, she considered her glass for a moment.

"Professional soldier," she said after she swallowed. "I take care of problems a gun can't always handle," she paused. Contemplated.

"And sometimes ones it can. You?"

[member="Samson"] [member="Farah"] [member="Vaylin"] [member="Esther Nova"] [member="Nisha Decrilla"] [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]