B&B Night

[Itash Mecetti]

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

Samson wasn't certain if it was wise to take politeness advice from Dany out of all people. Oh, dear, there he went again with the rudeness. Maybe she knew better than him after all. Before Samson could react either way another glass was put in front of him.

This time courtesy of a young lady sitting at a nearby table, platinum hair and eyes amber. This one was clearly Sith.

He glanced over once and then immediately looked back to Dany, before eye contact was made. "Um. Is it normal to get this many drinks ordered for you?"

It seemed nice of them, but also kind of a waste of money, wasn't it? "Oh, I am a doctor." Not really... "Well, studying to be one. I work part-time at a hospital on Coruscant." It didn't matter that his flash-print made him more capable than most doctors.

A degree was important.

"Sounds like you are basically a spy." Another smile at the end, before bringing the first glass to his lips again.

This time he gulped it all down in one go. It stuuuung, but it was also kinda good now. No tears anymore.

 

[Farah]

Farah coughed, sputtering slightly. “It’s fine.” She insisted. “Just went down the wrong pipe.”

The blonde didn’t seem to be the aggressive sort Farah had pegged her for in the beginning and Samson seemed to be enjoying his conversation with her. This was good—better than expected, actually. Sam didn’t appear too thrilled at the idea of going to a bar at first but he was settling right in and perhaps even making a new friend!

Though she would remain seated next to her very large assistant, she saw no need to intervene which gave her plenty of time to dodge questions about looking like a certain Jedi.

“I am sure.” Farah cut the Zabrak off forcefully before she could cut herself off. The squeak of her voice didn’t give her the same connection, however.

“Okay,” The Zeltron pushed herself away from the bar in order to face the Zabrak better. She did her best to control the irritation in her voice, mindful of the gentle giant right next to her. Who’d just received an anonymous glass of wine? This gave her pause but she delved back into correcting this woman. “I’ve never met her.” Farah didn’t deny knowing who Joza was but she also wasn’t lying.

“Also, how do you know my name?”

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

 

[Dante Sotari]

She was starting to relax. The conversation was easy and without pressure..... and of course she was already several in, so that always helped. Turning slightly, she leaned her elbow on the bar, beer in one hand, as she followed his gaze.

"Uhhhhh, weeeeeelllllllll."

She reached up, scratching the side of her nose thoughtfully for a moment. It was pretty clear that Samson wasn't really up to snuff on 'bar code'.

"It's normal when people want to get your attention. And you kind of stick out- your height I mean. Yer kind of a small mountain."

Dante snorted into her beer.

"A spy? Nah. I'd be a lousy spy. I'm just a pair of boots on the ground with a couple of specialized skills. That's all. Doctor though? Big guy like you?"

She paused, not sure where she was going with that.

"Well, good for you. That's important work. Uh, can I ask- well, to be honest, I'm a little surprised. I mean-"

She paused again, then motioned to the sides of her head, and gestured at his. The runic scars.

"Seems a little out of character for a doctor."

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

 

[Itash Mecetti]

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

One more cautious glance to Farah, before Samson decided that she got this.

In fact, she was most likely more equipped with this entire fanfare compared to him, so truth to be told Sam probably shouldn't be worried. He still was. It didn't prevent him from returning his attention to the nice paint-thinner lady though. Samson listened to what she had to say, confusion apparent on his expression as his brows only furrowed deeper than they had before.

"That is rather odd." When she looked questioningly he clarified. "Oh, people usually try their best to avoid me, not try to get my attention." It was said in a matter-of-fact tone. Like Samson had already accepted it for what it was and wasn't looking into it anymore.

"I am sure you are very qualified at what you do." He added politely, then Dante decided to pull attention towards his scars. His expression grew... more heavy, less open and perhaps slightly sad. Samson touched them, letting his fingers brush the ridges and indents cut into skin, while his other hand curled around the dainty glass of wine offered to him by Nisha.

"This?" He asked before carefully pulling the glass to his lips and taking a sip, wrinkling his nose at the bitter light taste that seemed to work contrary to the heavy paint-thinner used just a moment ago. "This was a lesson. A consequence of not learning it properly."

What Samson meant by that was anyone's guess.

"The wine is much weaker than what you gave me before." Almost as if it was a surprise to him (which it was) and he wrinkled his nose again after gulping it down in one solid go. Maybe it would burn more? Hm. It did not. "I like it less."

The declaration followed suit.

"We all carry our burdens and failed lessons, Dany, they do not define us." Perhaps the closest that Samson would ever come to a mild rebuke.

 

[Dante Sotari]

Dante gave him a queer look at the 'usually people avoid me' bit.

"Huh? I mean sure you're big and.... if I'm being real, you could probably crush my head like a rotten melon with hands like that..... but yer polite and no offense, I don't think you'd hurt a fly if you could avoid it."

Another long pull on her beer, closing her eyes for a moment as she did. Everything was starting to get that easy, soft feel. The feeling she chased when she drank. Of course, something else always chased her, so she frequently went too far with it. But too far was better than not far enough for Dante Sotari.

"Yer a strange one," she said finally, finishing the beer and raising a finger for another one after he'd said the rest of his piece.

Oh, she wouldn't pry farther about the scars. Working for the Sith Empire she knew enough to recognize what they were in a general sort of way, but that wasn't any of her business if he didn't want to go farther into it. But she also didn't catch his rebuke as possibly anything to do with her. Obviously he meant himself.

"Yeah well, wine is for people more interested in other people knowing they like 'nice' things than for actually liking nice things," she commented, wrinkling her nose.

Of course, someone who started the night with glorified paint thinner shouldn't talk, but at least she owned what it was.

"They've got all sorts of fancy, mixed drinks- sweet stuff. Sometimes a cocktail is nice, but too sweet for me usually. If that's your taste though you could ask for something like that."

[member="Samson"] [member="Vaylin"] [member="Farah"]

 

[Vaylin]

The Zabrak had the sense to know when she was treading the line of something, especially a topic that was clearly agitating the person opposite her. And while Vaylin was very much the type to push it further, just to see what would happen - she opted not to.

Alcohol and emotions rarely went well together.

However it did raise a number of questions in Vaylin's mind. In particular, why was there someone; a literal replica, but with no connection the the original? Cloning was the obvious answer, but then the Zabrak questioned why someone would clone Joza.

Vaylin grumbled something, brushing the questions away in favour of focusing on her drink.

"Felucia." She didn't elaborate initially, but she assumed Farah would connect the dots. "We worked together to gather some...samples." The mention of the stones were at the tip of her tongue, but Vaylin reigned it back remembering the information was supposed to be classified. "And I make certain to read through the reports."

Squeak.

The day she would have to wear another of those suits, would be a day too soon.

Vaylin's attention lingered away from Farah, her position along the bar giving her a good angle of Samson; and not of Dante given the former's giant height. She watched as he traced his scars, ones the Zabrak's somehow just now noticed. And the words that followed after interested her even more.

"So, who's the big guy?"

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

 

[Farah]

Farah stared blankly at Vaylin for a few moments, trying to process what had happened on Felucia. That had been a little while ago and the Zeltron found herself sifting through a handful of Sithy memories. She didn’t like to dwell on those missions much, preferring much more to recall hospital cases and lab successes.

“Oh,” There was a distinct note of recognition in her voice. “Yes, I remember you. The squeaky one.” She took another sip of her drink. “Vaylin, right?”

She was one of the ones who’d survived from the jungle expedition. The envirosuit had obscured much of her features then. “You might be happy to know that I’m developing a new material for envirosuits that is less…shrill.”

As her focus turned to Samson, Farah’s brows arched. “Ah, him?” She patted her large friend on the arm as if to say ‘yup, this is mine’. “This is Samson. He works with me in the lab. He’s one of those gentle giant types.”

Said gentle giant had been getting quite a lot of attention tonight. Farah glanced over to his face, hoping to read a definitive expression that would tell her if he was enjoying this or not feeling it. She’d hoped it was the former, but if it was the latter then she had no trouble putting a stop to it.

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

 

[Itash Mecetti]

[member="Farah"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Dante Sotari"]

He looked at his hands and then back to her head.

Well, she wasn't wrong, but it was still quite a disturbing thought. "No offence taken, I do my best not to be rude, I figure people have enough problems of their own without me adding to them." That latter bit... was somewhat ignored, but something told Samson that with the way she was pulling at that poison she wouldn't necessary notice. Samson did not have any illusions when it came to himself. He wasn't good (and didn't necessarily think he was very nice either), but Sam wasn't good.

Polite did not equal to good in his eyes.

That much had been made clear the first time he had assisted with Irajah's experiments. He sipped and finished the wine - very... soft?? taste, it didn't have much substance to it - instead Samson pulled his attention to the beer send to him by [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]. Samson felt the small pat on his arm just as Dan started to explain about different types of drinks. Oh, how he wished Farah would have allowed him to bring a little notebook (well, little for him) and maybe a pen.

Fascinating.

He turned slightly and caught the introduction. He smiled - it did nothing to make those scars seem less ugly and angry - and nodded softly. "Hello." Then Sam glanced back to Farah. The fact that she was trying to figure out if he was having fun wasn't lost to him. "Dany is explaining to me the variety of... alcohol." About to say poison, but that seemed rude. "One can offer here." He leaned in a bit and murmured... which didn't have the exact effect he wanted considering his voice was still rough and loud as a whisper. Them lungs. "I am okay, you don't have to worry. Have some fun too?" In truth Samson would hate the feeling that she was holding back on his account and her worries about him.

This had been her night, before she was so nice to invite him... insistently.

"Could you order me something you like a lot, Dany?" Looking back over to the young woman with an interested expression.

 

[Dante Sotari]

"Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhh."

Dante didn't drink a lot of cocktails. They didn't do much for her. Sure they tasted good but that wasn't really the point- and they tended to be twice as expensive for half the punch. There were a couple of exceptions of course, and if he was asking anyway then.

She paused, finishing her beer and signaling to the bartender.

"Pair a' Tatooine Sunburns, if you've got the stuff to make 'em here."

The bartender just looked at them. Looked at Dante, straight up and down. Then at Samson (the up and down took a bit longer).

"We've got the Starshine Surprise honey but-" He pursed his lips, hand going to his hip as it jutted out. "Sure your friend can handle it?"

"Excuse you, I'm right here."

[member="Samson"] [member="Vaylin"] [member="Farah"]

 

[Vaylin]

Vaylin downed the last of her drink in one swing, masking the grumble that escaped her lips at being remembered as 'the squeaky one'. There were a number of things she would've preferred being thought as, some ranking lower than others.

That was at the very bottom.

"That's correct." She gave a slight nod of the head as confirmation, glancing at Farah in that moment before signaling the bartender over. The night was young, and Vaylin had only one drink so far - that needed to change.

"I am very happy to hear that, hopefully they'll also be less cumbersome to fight in." The Zabrak was certain she had almost tripped over her own feet when trying to cut away the vines that had attacked them on Felucia.

Vaylin offered a smile in return of Samson's simply greeting. She didn't bother to hide the interest in her eyes as she looked at him. Attention quitely clearly drawn to the man's scars, eyes tracing along the visible ones along his head. There was a story there, and she wondered if it were possible to learn of them. No doubt the alcohol would be a trusted ally in that effort, but as she sized Samson up - the Zabrak began to doubt that prospect.

He'd probably drink the bar out of business if he tried. Added with the fact his type wouldn't do that.

Samson was the responsible one.

"Honestly, I can't really see him being the 'stuck in the lab' kind of person." The comment was poised towards Farah, the clone was back in her focus as the Zabrak's new drink was placed before her. Although Vaylin's attention wandered as she caught the little exchange between the bartender and Dante.

[member="Dante Sotari"] | [member="Farah"] | [member="Samson"]​

 

[Farah]

“Oh, yes.” Farah nodded quickly. “I’m working on a mesh that fits the bill. Light, easy to maneuver in and provides the same level of protection as a traditional suit. Minus the squeaking.” She too found that sort of thing annoying but she wasn’t the sort that was always running into combat so it wasn’t as big of an issue for her. “I’ll make sure to send one your way.” She always needed testers for prototypes, and this happened to be one of her less invasive scientific endeavors. Most people were up for free clothes; less for free injections of experimental drugs.

Farah leaned back against the bar as Samson explained that Dany was giving him a crash course in alcohol. Then she waved a dismissive hand. “Don’t worry about me. Just don’t drink too much because I can’t carry you back.”

It was as much of a warning as it was a joke. She’d never seen Samson drink before and had zero idea of his tolerance of alcohol. She guessed that it was…high, but she’d seen big buys taken down by a drink or two. They didn’t tend to run as large as Samson, though.

“Hm?” Her head turned back to Vaylin, legs crossed as she thought for a moment. She’d only ever seen Samson inside of the hospital where he parted crowds of interns like the red sea just by walking down the hallway. On appearance alone he was an intimidating man and she could understand that.

“I guess.” She shrugged. He seemed to be doing well socially tonight, attracting quite the crowd of ladies. The Zeltron almost snickered at the thought, briefly wondering if he knew what to do with the ladies.

“He’s one of the few I can stand to have in the lab.” Farah hadn’t quite pinned down why, but he didn’t piss her off nearly as much as the others. “Good with a scalpel.” She took a long pull from her drink, polishing it off and placing the glass down onto the bar with a clink.

“What about you?” She took a long look at the Zabrak. “What do you do besides…” The doctor waved her hand in a vague gesture. “…lightsaber things?”

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