Private Bar Hopping

[Tharil]

Drinking was Tharia's favorite pass time. There were plenty of ways she loved to zone out, but yeah. Drinking was always number one on her list. So when news hit about a new bar opening on Kestri? "You bet your sweet ass I'm there." She was speaking to no one in particular, even as she stood outside the bar. A wide grin was on the blue woman's face before she trounced in, scanning the establishment for the bar. Which she immediately went up to. Didn't matter it was like noon.

She wanted to drink.

"Get me a bottle of whiskey Barkeep! Don't need a glass."

Sergeant Omen

 

[Sergeant Omen]

The Mythosaur’s Tooth was a new establishment alright. In fact, today was the grand opening of Omen’s pride and joy. He had put in most of the work himself and only brought in the experts to finish off the apartment building’s circulation systems and plumbing. The sign over the door of his establishment said “Bar fights welcome but you are cleaning up the mess”. If this place wasn’t Mando just from that sign alone, he would eat his helmet.

The buildings' walls were red brick and memorabilia of every type could be found on them, battling for attention. Recent items from the Invasion of Panatha such as complete suits of Peacekeeper’s armors and weapons with scenes from the recent Invasion on one wall labeled “Our Future” contrasted Relics such as Mandalorian Armor Suits and cultural items from weapons to instruments with scenes from Mandolore’s past with the center scene being Mandalore the Great rallying his people to war from his Basilisk droid. The other side was labeled “Our Past” and each side tried to show how the past often repeated itself for better or worse. Tables were scattered about the floor and booths sat against the Front Wall where visitors could look to see the City of Kestri grow before their very eyes. In the middle of the floor was a fighting pit where people could spar or bet against the house or with each other on the result tournaments that the Bar hosted. Finally, on the back wall where the bar sat was a mega screen showing news, markets and bounty updates with relative army movements being shown for all to see with smaller screens showing sporting events from all across the galaxy. Omen had managed to barter his way into an information deal with the Black Sun located in the Eternal Empire where he gave the goods (Mainly booze and credits) and they brided or threatened every army officer they could to give as accurate as numbers as possible which they translated back to Omen. It was very expensive but knowing what was in your enemy's head was the first thing needed for victory. Also, everyone would like to know when a fleet is coming to burn their homeworld to the ground, wouldn’t they? For the other governments, he had engaged in relatively the same process, buying off what aides and underlings with the access to the raw information he could. If someone wanted information on something more specific than troop movements then all they needed to do is approach the bar, place the needed creds on the wooden counter and ask and Omen would answer or at least get the answer to them by the end of the day.

Omen and his staff were trying to keep up with the demand as vod talked with each other at the table, routed for their favorite fighter, or most likely when ordering from the large drink selection. He had just finished serving another customer their Harrshun bread side dish noticed the Squad Beviin member approach the bar and ask for a bottle. Giving the armored figure he chuckles, he slid a bottle of Smarteel Sunshine down which would have a lemony flavor to it when the Vod went to taste it. "Hello to you as well. Squad Beviin I see. I hope to see your squad won't drink me out of house and home if you make this your hangout thought you might have to battle with Kranak Vizsla and his squad for that privilege. What is your name Vod?"

Tharil

 

[Tharil]

"That big lug frequents here? Oh jeeze." Tharia snorted at the mention of Kranak Vizsla , but it didn't surprise her too much. A bar was a bar, after all. And this place seemed pretty good already. She slipped off her helmet, to start on the bottle, gulping down the lemon flavored liquid before tossing the needed credits on the bar. Then settled right in, lounging in her chair and leaning back against the bar to scan the crowd.

"Anath'Ar'Iameps. Or just Tharia. Vizsla, ironically. You?"

Sergeant Omen

 

[Sergeant Omen]

The Clone chuckled softly at Kranak's nickname. It seemed like the others were very fond of him or maybe it was just the Chiss drinking his liquor down in one gulp. Mandos really didn't hold back when drinking did they?

The crowd was standard fare for a bar like this, just working people wanting a small break from life for a couple of hours to spend time with each other. Even for a Grand opening though, the space was packed with people from couples holding hands to construction works drinking their fill. Omen replaced the empty bottle with a full one and stashed the credits in the register before offering a hand to the red-eyed woman. "Omen Mereel, bar owner, information broker, and distiller extortionary. It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Tharia. Hopefully, we will be seeing each other a lot around here."

Tharil