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Busy Night At The Bar

[member="Damien Daemon"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Lucien Galtier"] [member="Kami Meran"] [member="Grigori Tarasov"] [member="Salete Kel"] [member="Darkul Elahad"]
Nar Shaddaa

After a couple hours of his shift Zhin noticed he didn't drink any liquor today yet, so he grabbed a random beer and poured himself a little mug of it. His boss usually didn't mind if he did this when others weren't watching and as long as he paid after too. So he didnt have to worry about getting fired from drinking on the job.

Zhin looked all across the room to see various people of different species knocked out from drinking a lot of booze. He figured one of the servers went all out and burned a hole in their pockets. This made him laugh in his head because he was just like them when not working. Except his tolerance could burn an even bigger hole in his.

He sipped some more beer as he waited for more men to walk in and waste their life away in his cantina.
 

Fenick Starline

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(OOC: Know I wasn't tagged but I did express interest in the other thread, any problems with me being here?)
[member="Zhin Zondaar"]

Fenick Starline walked into the bar, and immediately felt his spirits rise. This was his kind of place. Raised on the streets from the day he was born, Fenick always saw bars as places to rest, recharge, and feel at least partly safe for a few hours. Granted, things tended to get heated in bars sometimes, but as long as you stayed deep enough in the shadows, you could avoid trouble. Making sure his bo-rifle was still attached securely to his bandolier/battle harness, Fenick took a seat at the bar. He raised his hand for the bartender, pulling down his mask to make sure he was heard clearly.

"Yo, bartender, round of tihaar if you please!" he said, flipping a credit chip onto the bar with his other hand, "Make it straight and make it strong!"
 
[member="Fenick Starline"] [member="Damien Daemon"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Lucien Galtier"] [member="Kami Meran"] [member="Grigori Tarasov"] [member="Salete Kel"] [member="Darkul Elahad"]
(ooc- I give you my most sincerest apologies friend, I suppose all these names have confused me lol)

When someone new finally showed up Zhin pushed the mug he was using aside. It looked to be a man who seemed to be excited to drink. "You got it." he said grabbing a rather clean bottle off the shelf as well as a glass. "Ah, a mandalorian drink." he mentioned before filling the glass up and sliding it forward. The credit chip was quickly snatched up by the bartender's fingers shortly after.

Attempting to spark a conversation Zhin started by talking about the stuff he was wearing. "So, you a soldier or something? I see that fancy weapon of yours."
 

Matreya

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Dark hummed quietly as he walked down the streets, less populated than most evenings, one hand in his pocket while the other loosely flipped one of his Azuri blades into the air. While the knives were swirling and flipping through the air, many would fear the outcome, following the points like a predator stalking prey. Yet, while not trained in the Force more than the minimal, his skills with thrown weaponry and knives was impeccable. As a matter of fact, while the threaded handle came within range he snaked the hand out to snatch the blade from the air - his eyes never flinched, nor did his hum falter.

He was scary good with knives.

Step after step Dark walked through the shadowy night, his hum turning from a slow melodic decibel filled with an almost mourning to a jaunty tune that made each movement bouncy. His mind was on the hunt ahead; tomorrow he and his Sect would begin their journey, one which would optimistically allow him a further step up in his peoples views. That meant that for just tonight he was free to do what he wanted...

He wanted to drink. To have fun.

Once more hurling the Azuri blade upward, Dark cast his eyes around the area ahead until he noticed a bar. A smile crept along his jaw before he snapped the handle from the skies again, beelining for the door. Once inside he headed for the bar, "Vodka, two rocks, salt the rim, and uhm... let me get a cigar."

[member="Zhin Zondaar"]
 
Bato pushed through the bar doors stifling a yawn. He tiredly strolled up to the bar and took off his obviously expensive jacket, draping it over the back of his chair before he took a seat. The actor's knuckles were covered in bruises and cuts, and there were heavy bags under his eyelids. Re-shoots were torture for everyone involved, but for the stuntmen, it was an especially excruciating experience. One poor guy had to lit on fire no less than three times, and there was a significant worry that Bato's team was quickly becoming uninsurable.

Still, that was a problem for another day. He placed a credit chit on the counter. "Evening, could I get a coffee?"

[member="Zhin Zondaar"] [member="Darkul Elahad"]
 

Fenick Starline

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[member="Bato Golden"] [member="Darkul Elahad"] [member="Zhin Zondaar"]

"A mercenary my friend, a mercenary," Fenick said, taking the glass and draining it in one shot, smiling as it burned going down, "Since I was thirteen."

A few new people entered the bar, and Fenick scoped the two of them out. One of them had a knife that looked particularily dangerous, and the other had cuts and bruises on his knuckles. Fenick smiled. These were his kind of people. Except when the one with bruises ordered a coffee, that was strange.
 
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The man who claimed to be a mercenary downed the drink is one shot. "I see you like your liquor." he said grinning. "Since you were thirteen? Man, sounds tough but you seem to be in one piece." he added. A couple more people walked inside the bar, one man with blades that could potentially be trouble. The other man sounded tired and looked like he'd came from a fight. His visitors all had their differences but at least they all liked booze, well except for one guy.

Zhin fulfilled the bruised up man's request first seeing the credit chip. "Here ya go. One coffee." he didn't question the man's request but went on with the other man's order as he snatched the credit.

Preparing the last man's drink who had the shiny knives, he put in the ice and grabbed a bottle of vodka. Zhin placed the glass of vodka on the bar. "Sorry buddy, I don't smoke." he said calmly.
 
"Thanks," he said, taking the cup. "It's been a long night." After a moment's pause, he added, "Could I get a bowl of ice? Hand's starting to sting a bit. Well, okay, a lot." He took a glance over at the guy twirling his knives, dug through his own pockets, and offered him a cigar from a leather case. "Here you go, buddy."

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[member="Bato Golden"] [member="Darkul Elahad"] [member="Fenick Starline"]

Zhin nodded as he searched for a bowl. He found one and filled it with a good amount of ice. "This should good enough, right?" he said setting it up on the bar. "You look a wreck man. What happened?" Zhin noticed the nice jacket so he figured someone was jealous of his wealth or something.
 
He put his left hand down in the bowl of ice and sighed. "That's just fine. And it's nothing big, just had to do a lot of punching. There was practice, a fight scene, and at least seven re-shoots, then just training. So... eleven fights, today? I think."

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Matreya

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Dark took the drink, offering it up in salute, "You'll likely outlast me than." At that he took a deep pull from his glass, depressed to see it already near empty, "Hm. How about the bottle." At that the Keetael warrior placed a gold chip on the counter, "Keep the change, so you have no problems with me smoking a cigarette instead."

Moving with a decent speed Dark shoved his blazer tail back, jerked free a pack that held around thirteen left, tossed it up into the air, then hurled his blade upward without so much as moving an eye. Immediately the blade's forked tip snagged the pack and pinned it too the roof. The reason behind this became obvious as next Darkul began searching the pockets of, first, his blazer, then his shirt's breast pocket before finding a flip open lighter in his back right pants pocket.

As soon as the lighter came free, the tips of the blade overhead began to finally fall back toward the ground below, bringing the cigarettes with it. Plucking them both from the air he freed one of the cancerous sticks, tipped to his lips, then lit it with a flourish. Stashing the pack and lighter, again in random pockets, Dark snuck a finger into the circle of alchemized steel found at the pommel of the knives. Spinning his hand around he watched the glint from the blade as it danced its mesmerizing arc around his hand.

"Also, if you could slide the salt this way, it'll make life easier on ya." Dark added, finishing the drink and setting it back down. Funny enough the salt was all gone, inspite of the rim size - he had licked it all free during his drinks. Clearly this man liked odd flavors.

Turning to the man the bartender had been speaking with, Dark listened to him speak, than grinned, "Bet its good money though, no?"

[member="Bato Golden"] [member="Zhin Zondaar"]
 
[member="Bato Golden"] [member="Darkul Elahad"] [member="Fenick Starline"]

The one with the blades spoke and Zhin thought what he said was funny. "I'm sure something will kill me by then." he said with a short laugh. Then the man asked for the bottle for vodka, placing a gold chip on the bar table. "If you like it that much, pleasures all mine." he said sliding it to him. This man was a specialist with blades he figured with all the moves He was doing. He sent the salt with it after the man's performance.

When the beat up man gave a response it made Zhin more understanding to his choice of drink. "Oh now I understand why you went with coffee. Don't know why you chose this old place to come drink though." he said even though the bar was pretty modern.
 
He nodded towards the knife twirler. "Oh yeah, acting's great. Pays the bills like nothing else." He shifted the bowl over to his right, and switched hands, placing his right fist down in the ice. "Well, except for medical bills. Stuntmen are un-insurable."

At the bartender's comment, Bato shrugged and took a long sip of his coffee. "This place was closest to the set, and didn't smell bad. That's all I needed." He glanced around the room for a moment. "Plus, the decor in here isn't that old."

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Fenick Starline

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Fenick lost a little bit of admiration for the guy with the bruises when he revealed he was actually an actor and not a real mercenary or fighter. Still, he had to have some skill, otherwise his movies would suck.

"Maybe you should try fighting for real," he said, tapping the bar for a new drink, "Mercenary work is exciting as all get-out, and pays well to boot." Exciting was really the word; Fenick always seemed to have someone out to kill him. Still, that had been his life since he was six years old, so he'd learned to live with it. No pain, no gain.
 
"Heh, no thanks man." Bato swiveled on his bar stool to face Fenrick. "Mercenary work can't pay much better than acting, and that trade off in life expectancy isn't something I'm keen on, y'know? I like my body with the amount of scars it already has."

"Besides," he added, taking another drink from his coffee cup, "My agent would kill me if I bailed this late in the game."

Still, he was curious about why he suggested mercenary work, and not professional fighting or something similar. From his guess, the stranger had to be a merc himself. Recommend what you know, and all that. Bato gestured to Fenrick. "You're a mercenary, then? How's that like?"

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Fenick Starline

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Fenrick shrugged, and snickered a bit at the part about an agent. It sounded like someone that if Fenrick worked with him, he would probably end up shooting. At the man's question, Fenrick turned to face him.

"Dangerous, fun, exciting," Fenrick said, "Though its definitely not for everyone." Fenrick waved his hand towards the outside.

"Out there, you can't reshoot the fight if you end up dead," he said, "There's no script, no cameras. You gotta use your head, and you've got to have the will, the primal instinct to survive, cause if you die, you'll end up a forgotten body in an alley, not a face on a t-shirt."

"When you get paid, it means you truly were tougher and smarter than the other guy, not that you made thrashing him look good on film," Fenrick smiled, "Unless the client wants that of course. It also means that the person who asked for your protection, or your help, got their money's worth." Fenrick realized he was probably painting a pretty negative picture of his line of work, but what the heck, it was a tough job. No way to sugarcoat it.

"Still, there are positives too," Fenrick said, "The bonds you form with friends on the streets, or in the line of fire, are often the strongest you can ever have, since they need about ten times the trust as your average friendship. Not to mention that the adrenaline of charging into a hail of blaster fire, or holding the line when you know that if you let the gangbanger in front of you kill you it means death for more than just yourself, can be downright addictive." Fenrick let out a hearty laugh.

"I've probably scared every desire to be like me right out of your head!" he said, "But hey! You asked what life as a mercenary was like, and that's pretty much it! Every day's a new job, and a new person trying to kill you, but hey, its a living!"
 
Bato chuckled along with him, and took another sip from his mug, just as calmly as before. "Definitely not for me, no thanks. I've never had to kill a guy, and I'd love to keep it that way. And I can't really say that I'm that starved for adrenaline that I'd ditch acting for it, no offense. But hey, to each their own, right?"

The actor shrugged, before adding, "Besides, making a good fight and being in one.. they've got a thrill of their own."

He waved over the bartender once again and held out some credits. "Hey buddy, now that I'm not passing out, could I get a whiskey sour?"

[member="Fenick Starline"] [member="Darkul Elahad"] [member="Zhin Zondaar"]
 

Matreya

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Dark salted his glass' rim once more, poured a triple, then finally released the knife mid spin. The result was the blade soaring through the air, end swirling after end, before it slammed into a nearby dart board. Being double pronged tip, the blade punched against opposite sides of the bullseye. If someone looked down the handle however, they would see a damn good shot, nearly perfect bull.

Sipping at his drink, Dark nodded at the words of the merc, "He's right. Working in the hunting trade is always good work. It is dangerous, but it also gives the highest high one can get. I personally am Keetael, so I hunt whatever I am hired for. I have hunted Terentatek families, Akk Dog hordes, whatever I can."

[member="Bato Golden"] [member="Fenick Starline"] [member="Zhin Zondaar"]
 
[member="Bato Golden"] [member="Darkul Elahad"] [member="Fenick Starline"]

Zhin enjoyed this. Filling up glasses with alcohol and getting to hear other people's story's. Maybe there'd be a fight or two at one point, if he was lucky. Not that he liked fighting in his bar but that he didn't mind it.

These two men were fun to watch and listen to. An actor's who is dedicated to his work and a mercenary who likes getting shot at. Zhin grinned when the actor wanted some whiskey. He first gave the merc his refill, then fixed the other man's whiskey. Giving the glass to the man, he received the credits.
 

Fenick Starline

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Fenrick smiled at the actor.

"To each their own indeed!" He said, "I guess at the end of the day, we do share a kinship, though I say your form of gladiatorial combat gets a wider audience than mine!" Fenrick was really getting into it now. He'd only had one drink, but talking about his job really got him going, and he'd learned a long time ago you had to live life to the fullest when the next day could be your last. However, as soon as he left he'd be back to his old self: cold, hard, emotionless.

Fenick turned to the knife-man.

"Sign me up my friend!" He said, "it sometimes gets boring shooting up the same gangs day after day!"
 

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