In a cantina [Open]

[Zes]

Sometimes, you need just a day off to recollect yourself, and Zes's job wasn't the easiest in the world, he was a Sith Acolyte in the New Order and usually if he saw a Jedi he would try to kick there ass from here to the other side of the galaxy. But he wasn't working today and to be frank, he wasn't in the mood for fighting and his motivation was running on low, today was going to be his lazy day, his first lazy day in a while.

The entrance to the Cantina was looming, and the sign above read "The Drunken Gitza" which was a very interesting name, he pulled the doorhandle down so he could enter, as he entered he looked around at the people that could become his enemy's if the chance presented itself, hopefully it wouldn't.

He sat down in a barstool and ordered his drink, as the bartender prepared a nice and cold beverage for him he prepared to relax as he waited.

 

[Liara Dresh]

Liara could scarce believe that her boredom had driven her to such pretentious levels. "The Drunken Gizka". Such an ignorant name. Then again, such an ignorant place a cantina was in general. All these people gathered in one place, complete strangers, for the sole purpose of intoxicating themselves, sleeping with each other, or both. The very thought of this made her shake her head in disgust. It was truly torturous to watch these primitive races soil themselves in such a way.

She made her way inside, doing her best to ignore the smells as she chose a vacant table.
[member="Zes"]

 

[Darth Imperatus]

Mlekaroth had been having a hard run. Between the training with Darth Ferus and his recent involvement in the invasion of Lorrd, he was pretty well worn out and needed a release. The door made a hiss as it slid open, like the sound of a snake warning him to back off. He looked around. Every surface, it seemed, had some amount of grime on it. The occupants were all loud and roudy. The smell of alcohol prevailed above all else in the air. A series of dull thuds attracted his attention--he turned to see two very large and stupid-looking humans throwing punches at one another. Nobody in the cantina seemed to find this to be a matter of any interest. In fact, nobody seemed to notice them at all.

He went over to the bar and ordered a larger amount of alcohol than he probably should have, and searched for a vacant seat. There didn't seem to be any, save for a stool on a table next to a woman who looked like she wouldn't be too much fun to sit next to. Ah well--he could probably do worse. He strode over and sat down.

[member="Liara Dresh"]
[member="Zes"]

OOC: Wow, we need to make this the official New Order Acolyte club or something....

 

[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh was lost, again.... He still had to get the hang of these corridors. "Blast all these changes..." He thought to himself as he came across the cantina. "The Drunken Gitza" probably the guy who put it up meant "Drunken Gizka" and he was drunk at the time. That was amusing to him, he entered to take his mind off his wanderings for a bit. As he entered he placed his helm on, it would at least hamper most of the smells from reaching him and force most people to leave him alone. He hoped.
As he entered he noticed a few other acolytes though to him they were unknown and therefore should only be talked to if they talk to him. He stepped up to the bar, sat in a seat about 3 down from [member="Zes"], and ordered clean water. He had had to go for other drinks for quite awhile due to immune system problems and now he could finally drink something that wasn't even partially alcoholic. As he waited for his drink he looked up and down the line of people at the bar. He saw many a sad soul who appeared to be drunk or somehow intoxicated. It was a waste of human resources.
[member="Zes"]
[member="Liara Dresh"]
@Melakoth Tyrin

 

[Kohai Drenn]

Kohai had been going for a walk when her pants started to beep. She stopped, making her way quickly to a nearby wall to sit down. Now properly comfortable, she began digging through her deep pockets. After a few seconds of searching, she finally located the offending object. Hastily bringing it to her lips, she held down a button, "Hello?"

A metallic voice crackled through, her signal was horrible! "Miss Drenn. We regret to inform you that we have signed a contract with some reputable local names. Your services are no longer required. Dheg Industrial has no further use for your talents. Good day." There was a beep, followed by a pregnant silence.

Kohai lightly banged her head on the wall in frustration. "Dammit! Fething... stupid idiots..." With a sigh, she looked up, her eyes catching a sign across the street. The Drunken Gitza, eh? Convenient. With a sigh, she walked over to what was obviously a seedy bar. She was in a rare mood to drink, but when she entered, there seemed to be a distinct lack of free seats.

She approached a man slumped at the bar, tapping his shoulder. "'Scuse me... You awake?" As she tapped him, he loudly fell to the floor. "Okay then..." She assumed his former spot.
[member="Zes"]
[member="Liara Dresh"]
@Melakoth Tyrin
[member="Rafeesh"]

 

[Kalo Narcin]

Another world, another bar. In a comical way that could be considered Kalo's life. He always had a skill for getting into abnormal situations, and most of them started in bars. Taking his daily routine he took another swig of the green drink in front of him, and took a puff on his cigar, then went about his game. In this case, Pazaak with a greedy Nemodian who's deck was that of a child's. From the start of the game Kalo knew that it wasn't going to end well, Kalo was a skilled player and this man, well....
In all reality, Kalo should have been laying low and let the alien win just to keep his cover. Though Kalo hadn't been in the republic military for years, he at one point had been, and that made him an enemy for most. Kalo just wanted to get this job done and be rid of this place, he was just waiting for his contact.
Putting down his final card, he had reached a perfect 21, throwing the man completely off his feet. "100 credits, pay up" Kalo spoke fluently with a chuckle and another puff of his cigar. Bad move. The man went out on a spree, slamming his hands on the table and screaming something in Nemodian.

 

[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh looked sharply around when he heard a bang and a Nemodian scream loudly. Seeing it was just a card game dispute he left it alone. Way too many things like that were a waste of time. He watched as a young woman sat on a seat with a man on the floor, obviously drunk. This was why he had stayed away from such places, now he remembered. He was about to go, forgetting his drink, when the bartender brought his drink. Seeing as now he might as well drink what he ordered, Rafeesh sat back down and took a small sip of the mostly pure water.
Rafeesh hadn't had that taste for awhile, it was nice. Though he was a little concerned with the little black spots on the sides of his cup and he didn't even want to think about that little green speck floating on near the rim of the water. He hastily put the drink down and as nonchalantly as one could, he slipped the green thing out of his drink and dropped it to the floor. Then he took another quick sip. It wasn't the best water, but it was better than wine or beer. He felt for some money to pay the tender when he accidentally knocked his saber loos from its hiding place. As it fell to the floor Rafeesh tried to swoop down and catch it, to no avail. It fell with a clatter before he swiped it up and swiftly clipped it back into place. He found a few spare credits and threw them onto the counter in front of him. Letting the bartender neatly sweep them up as he went to deliver another order.
[member="Kohai Drenn"]
[member="Kalo Narcin"]
[member="Zes"]
@Melakoth Tyrin
[member="Liara Dresh"]

 

[Kohai Drenn]

Kohai dug through a pouch dangling from her suspenders, producing a handful of credits. She haphazardly slammed them onto the bar, some even falling on the floor below her. "Just get me something..." The bartender just gave her a strange look, before shrugging, pouring her a glass of... something. It appeared to be heavily watered down, if there was any alcohol at all in there.

She took hold of it with a sigh, "Thanks." She began attempting to chug her drink... abruptly spitting it back into her glass. That is just foul! Without another word, Kohai tugged her scarf off her neck, before piling it uo as a makeshift pillow on the bar. She allowed her cheek to slump into the soft material. What a bad day.
[member="Kalo Narcin"]
[member="Zes"]
[member="Liara Dresh"]
[member="Rafeesh"]
@Melakoth Tyrin

 

[Kalo Narcin]

A lot of people would have killed Kalo if they had lost so incredibly bad, though this man was drunk, and only interested in throwing a sloppy punch. The Nemodian grabbed Kalo by his collar, and began to pull him up, with profanity in every sentence.
Kalo wasn't the best with hand to hand combat, but a drunkard in an old bar wouldn't be much trouble.The man finally made his move and shot out a missfire of a punch. The alcohol clouded Kalo's judgment, and he fought back. Catching the punch, Kalo threw one right back, landing perfectly aligned with the aliens jaw.
Like a sack of meat the man fell to the floor, out cold. Kalo instantly knew his mistake. If this man was a regular, he could have just started a brawl. Looking up Kalo noticed three or four patrons looking at him, and one of the bigger ones had gotten up.
Whatever species this was, he was big and ugly. The thing cracked its knuckles with a sinister sound.

"Aw kriff" Kalo muttered

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[member="Liara Dresh"]
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