Bottled-up

[Derriphan]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nOrIlvNd1Jk

Lianna, Bantha Traxx

The Bar Derriphan found himself in wasn't really the type of establishment he would've picked, but his employer had offered him a free nightout for a job well done which was an offer the always broke mercenary couldn't simply pass up. It was rare for him to work offworld especially on the edge of the Sith Empire, as getting there was generally more expensive then what jobs in his league paid. This time was different, because it wasn't a bunch of low level criminals paying him but some media mogul that didn't liked the way his son in law was behaving.

He had tracked his target all over Nar Shaddaa, but the trail was already running cold. Some well placed shotgun shells later, some poor sucker told him to go to Lianna, and now some other poor sucker who cheated on his wife extensively could collect the splattered mass of his brain from the floor. It was neither clean nor honorable work, but at least well paid and a lot easier then risking your life as a hired gun in some skirmish.

While he at least decided to keep the mask of his face, the dirty, ragged clothes of the clone still made him stand out in the crowd filling the bar, a bunch of stuck up snobs in fancy attire drinking and laughing in the room that was far to well lit and clean to be a good bar. Derriphan had seated himself directly at the counter, downing one drink after another, making full use of the fact that he wasn't spending his own credits.

Yet even the booze couldn't really stop him from being bored out of his mind. It wasn't the lack of shooting and killing he had grown accustomed to in the filthy hole he frequented on Nar Shaddaa but the general lack of atmosphere, that was only topped by how bland the other patrons were.

For a second he considered to reach for his gun and shoot into the air, just to see what would happen. Instead he just emptied his glass and ordered the next one, and watched as the reflection of his his tranquil green eyes and blond hair contrasted by his pale, scarred skin began to slowly distorted in the liquid placed before him.

[member="Keira Cerdulan"]

 

[Keira Cerdulan]

The rich always ended up being boring, enough of those type in the Empire. Skirting so close to it's edges it wasn't impossible that there was the possibility for half a mix of those high up snobs of the Empire. Well, aspects of the Empire were here on Lianna already, a small gang of a dozen or so rough looking folk who had made out their own little section of the club for rowdy fun and far too many drinks. Those "folk" were Mastiff Squadron, hotshot scumbags of the Empire (depending on who you asked of course), a good ruckus rose from where the actual fun was happening.

Well, fun that wasn't all that weird garbage rich people did. The gang shot more than a few jokes about how many lines of spice they must be snorting out there, rich people could have fun too. But they had the cash for that type of fun, not a single member of Mastiff Squad grew up with much money, they were the wretched scum of the Underworld given a new chance under the banner of the Imperial Starfighter Corps.

One of their rank, a smaller looking human girl who seemed a bit less roughed up than the rest (or at least had gotten enough treatments to make her seem that way. With how this crowd acted it was impossible to tell) was quickly going to work on a fairly large glass of ale, with chants from the other pilots she downed the whole thing in one mighty gulp. No fear from her...Interceptor pilot, so what else could really be expected? Those people were practically suicidal with their choice of craft.

Keria herself was having an absolute blast, they had ditched Imperial space to just have fun as a squadron. Run around Lianna for a bit before heading off back into their great swathes of space hungover and ready to blast things out of the sky. She was thrill seeker beyond measure and right now that came out as drinking far too much.

@Derriphan

 

[Derriphan]

The merc noticed the noise coming from a closed off corner of the bar. He had already noticed the group before sitting down, as he gave the room a goof read before allowing his defense to come down to enjoy a drink. While they looked like a lot more fun then the rest of the guests, that was also what kept him on guard about them. Like him they didn't fit in with the establishment, and that meant that they either were criminals, or far worse members of the empire.

Derriphan wasn't exactly opposed to the Empire in itself, but he had just executed a hit on civilian on one of their worlds, albeit one that barely reached into their influence, and he couldn't be sure that it wouldn't backfire coming in contact with them. Still he at least turned around on his seat, leaning against the counter and watching as a small woman downed a drink far to large for her size, while her friends cheered for her. He never knew that same sense of camaraderie that they had apparently, only the empty solitude of the life within the grey endless city of the smuggler moon.

"Just give me the bottle."

With a slight lift of his left the clone kept the barkeeper from once again filling up his glass. It was getting tiring to wait for him to slowly refill it every time he drank it in record the time. The man behind the counter grunted something under his breath, but in the end he placed a bottle of a clear liquid in front of Derriphan. It wasn't like many of the snobs had any interest in drinking the raw, uncut and quite disgusting liquor he preferred. Taking a swing from the bottle he continued to watch the group from afar.

[member="Keira Cerdulan"]

 

[Keira Cerdulan]

Always the rowdy crowd, and bold all the same. They cared less about how people viewed them or hated them, each one scum and trash to their own different degrees. Keira was a pirate, cutthroat and bold all the same. Suicidally bold even, flying an Ugly made her simply not care.

She grinned after downing her drink, a barely noticeable wayward glance to the Clone at the bar. Seemed like half some fun that could go there, making some off mention to the rest of the squad before rising and making her way off to the bar and the man who had stared at them.

“Can’t help but see that ya’ staring.”

She leaned against the bar, a wide grin across her face. This was just fun.

[member="Derriphan"]

 

[Derriphan]

"Need to know to room if somebody starts shooting."

Derriphan eyes didn't looked back at her, but rather trough her. He hadn't said his words with much confidence, and even the clone himself knew that they hadn't been convincing at all. To him that was still better then talking about his actual reason for looking, and he wasn't among the people that had a charming rebuttal to to her statement. Instead of saying anything further, the clone simply raised the bottle to take another swig to numb the uncomfortable feeling of talking to a stranger.

"You drink a lot."

The words seemed to have no connotation at all. Small talk was low on the list of his abilities.

[member="Keira Cerdulan"]