Just One Drink (The Crew)

[Kahlil Noble]

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The Bastion; Space​

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This was a rare day. Another long job, another travel into the unknown parts of the galaxy to earn some credits. It kept everyone busy and focused, but they needed to take a break now and then. So in the common room of their home, The Bastion, Kahlil sat sprawled out on the couch, holding a bottle of rum in his hand as he stared at the ceiling. He hadn't actually drank anything yet, mostly because drinking alone was boring.

But he wasn't willing to just call them in to drink. So he sat there, staring at the ceiling while he waited for someone to stumble on his sorry sight.

 

[Kafh-en-ma-nofre]

Kafh was in the cargo bay double checking that everything was accounted for, logging in information on a datapad. It had been a long day, but the jobs kept everyone happy. Kafh shut off the datapad and placed it on a crate. The padawan let out a yawn, he'd been focusing a lot on his training, getting accustomed to his lightaber, and balancing learning about medicine. But it was all to improve himself. Kafh exited the cargo bay and passed the Common room. The young man stopped and peered in.

"Big brother?" He said inquisitively. He motioned to enter the room, noticing the bottle of rum in the man's hand. It was full, in fact it hadn't been opened. The captain was just staring at the ceiling.

"Looking to drink the troubles away?" Kafh-en-ma-nofre asked as he leaned on a counter. He smiled as he peered at the bottle. "Do you usually cuddle a full bottle of rum and space out?"
[member="Kahlil Zambrano"]
@The Bastion's Crew

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

It was eerily quiet about the Bastion. Amaryllis assumes it was due to how busy they were. A variety of missions had happened that are helping people all over the galaxy. It was a dream come true, right? A group of people coming together to bring about positive change.

Sure, some things couldn’t be changed. War was on the horizon, by so called Jedi. Kahlil had taught her the differences between the fakes and the real. Her jungles on Akiva was so secluded, hidden from the horrors and hypocrisy that ran rampant in the galaxy. Peace is war and war is peace. Light is dark and dark is light.

But that didn’t matter, not tonight. While the others rested, Amaryllis busied herself on the kitchen for a fancy meal of meats, soups, and salads along with a delicious desert. Finishing up the last bit, she clapped her hands as she placed them on a hover cart. Wearing a light pink dress with an apron, she moved the hovercart behind her into the room.

Although it seemed at least a couple beat her there already. [member="Kahlil Zambrano"] was seated with a drink and @Kafh-en-ma-nofra was speaking with him. She gave a little wave as she began to unload the delicious meals onto the bar table. “Hi,” she said with a smile to the two.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"Ha, no. Do I look like one of those kind of guys that's all dark and gloomy and need to drink the memories away?" If his life had gone any other way, most likely. But he was here, with his crew, living a good life and helping people for once. Kahlil winked at [member="Kafh-en-ma-nofre"] as he popped open the bottle, waving a hand to call over a couple of glasses to fill. "Just didn't feel like drinkin alone. Ya'll have been doing a good job on this ship. Consider this a celebration of good days past and good days to come." He poured out the amber liquid, passing one to Kafh before glancing over to [member="Amaryllis Tansea"] .

She had grown quite accustomed to life in space. He raised the bottle with a smile. "Want some?"

 

[Kafh-en-ma-nofre]

Kafh smiled, he didn't know whether to believe the man or not. He wasn't dark and gloomy, but that didn't mean he didn't have memories to drink away. The younger man watched as Kahlil manipulated the Force to bring glasses over. Popping the rum bottle open.

"The gods certainly have been showing their favor." Kafh said with a warm smile as he looked at the glass of Amber liquid.

Before Kafh could say anything, [member="Amaryllis Tansea"] walked in, followed by a cart of food. He watched as she placed food on the bar counter. She had become quite the amazing cook. Kafh heard Kahlil offer her a glass.

Kafh smiled. "Beautifully prepared as always. Thank you for cooking Amaryllis." Kafh said.

Kafh picked up his glass. He never was one to drink, in fact he was more accustomed to pouring it. Kafh-en-ma-nofre swirled it around. He didn't take a sip yet.

"Big brother, how about a wager?" He smiled, why not have a little fun. Maybe even the rest of the crew would want to join in on the game.
[member="Kahlil Zambrano"]

 

[Dominic Shiro]

Dominic was in the training room, constantly trying to improve his time on a select group of targets to hit, as he finished the session he checked the timer, 45.3 seconds, he knew he could do better, but he had already tried enough times to have shed half his body weight in sweat. As a result, he called it a night, removing the drenched shirt from his torso as he walked out of the room, his throat was so dry, so the only right place to go, would be to grab a drink.

He stumbled toward to common room, and heard voices and something that smelt divine coming from inside, out of curiosity, And because it smelt so good he entered the room to see [member="Kahlil Zambrano"] sat with a bottle of... some kind of booze in his hand, [member="Kafh-en-ma-nofre"] was with him, with his own glass, and [member="Amaryllis Tansea"] over by the counter. Something about a wager rang out in his mind "Wagers eh? Might I have some context?" He said as he entered the room and walked over to the cooler.

 

[Riley Reese]

The Bastion, a new home, a new adventure. At least that's how Gida saw it. She had only been with the Misfits for a short time, but was already feeling a connection to them. Which was a nice change of pace considering how often she worked alone.

Gida's bare feet made almost no sound as they padded across the cold floor. Her mind was focused on the datapad in front of her. So many of her old contacts were trying to get ahold of her, regardless of how many times she told them no. These thoughts were quickly interrupted by the smell of food. A smell that caused her stomach to remind her that she was hungry. The smell of food was joined by the sounds of voices as she closed in on the common room. Gida peeked into the room to see most of the crew already there, and the boss sitting on the couch with a bottle of rum. She gave a small smile as she entered the room. "Something smells good."

[member="Kahlil Zambrano"]
[member="Kafh-en-ma-nofre"]
[member="Amaryllis Tansea"]
[member="Dominic Shiro"]

 

[Ladybug]

Smiling, yet feeling jealous, Mikilanna sat on the most comfy of chairs the Bastion had, wondering what a drink tasted like. The smells of the spirits were deeply aromatic, and some of the colors, beyond imagination. It was the taste that shot her wonderous mind to the stars.

Calculating, planning, and watching, Mikilanna kept her eyes following the older crew members as they drank and expelled stories of grandeur. The moment was close, she hoped. Finally it did!

Bad with names, one of her crewmates left an open bottle containing a blue liquid that danced in time with the ship's vibrations, leaving the bottle to become her prey. Looking right, then left, noticing nobody was protecting the bottled prey; she stalked. Slowly and even slower, the young Felacat inched closer to the unsuspecting bottle; unaware that danger was drawing closer. One last look, Mikilanna stocked visually the others; only to chuckle that she was moving unawares by the others.

Pounce!

In three quick pulls, the contents of the bottle vanished; replaced by a sense of dizziness that overwhelmed her. Feeling disoriented, she stumbled back to her comfy chair, plopped down, and began to laugh in a drunk hysteria.


[member="Kahlil Zambrano"] : [member="Kafh-en-ma-nofre"] : [member="Amaryllis Tansea"] : [member="Dominic Shiro"] : [member="Gida Rha"]

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Oh right. Alcohol. Some mysterious liquid that seemed to make people forget any sense of reason and just live their life. Amaryllis did her research after all, it seemed to be a huge social custom for humans and other alien life. Or something like that, anyway. It seemed that Kafh would get a glass of the liquid.

Amara beamed at Kafh's compliment on a side note. She even did a little twirl, her tail taking a moment to catch up. "Enjoy," she said with a smile as she settled on a stool next to [member="Kahlil Zambrano"]. Placing her hands on the stool, she debated on how to answer his question.

Did she want to taste it? It didn't smell very good, at least the times she had been exposed to it. With a cautious nod, she agreed, though. "Little bit?" She said, with a perked brow. When [member="Dominic Shiro"] and [member="Gida Rha"] walked in, she gave a small wave before returning her hand to the stool.

She blinked at the laughter from the cat-lady. What happened? That wasn't.. Oh well, she seemed happy at least, her eyes dancing back to Kahlil and the bottle he held.

[member="Mikilanna Mihaly"] [member="Kafh-en-ma-nofre"]

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"Food always smells good when Amar makes it." Kahlil grinned over to [member="Amaryllis Tansea"] as he passed her a glass, then called over a couple more. Good, he wasn't going to be drinking alone at all. He nodded to [member="Gida Rha"] and [member="Dominic Shiro"] , pouring them both a glass from the bottle. Nothing like some good rum, at least in his opinion. "So, what kind of wager are we looking at?" He turned his brown eyes to [member="Kafh-en-ma-nofre"] , smirking.

"Planning on loosing?" He took a sip from his glass, grinning at the burn before glancing over to [member="Mikilanna Mihaly"] . It took him a moment to realize what was going on, but when he did he immediately began looking around the ship. And saw the open, empty bottle. He let out a sigh, stepping over to the now drunk padawan. "You gonna be okay?"

 

[Kafh-en-ma-nofre]

Kafh-en-ma-nofre glanced around the room. He smiled as more of the crew began to enter the common room. He sipped the rum. Then looked over to [member="Mikilanna Mihaly"] who'd finish the bottle before the game started.

Kafh laughed. "Well grab another bottle, I promise it'll be fun, a real bonding experience."

Kafh smiled. "I was going to suggest a game from my Homeland but I thought it might be a little rough, so here's another game. It'll help us get to know each other better." He paused as he walked behind the bar and pulled out another bottle.

Placing it on the bar he would give everyone a warm smile.

"Now let this go on record, I don't condone the crew getting chit faced because it leads to hangovers and a big mess to clean in the morning. But I figured the crew needed some much needed bonding time."

Kafh ran a hand through his hair.

"Okay so back on Ankhypt, the slaves would constantly be shifting from house to house, so to get to know each other better they'd play a game like this." He paused. "It's simple, everyone has ten lives, we go around in a circle saying: never have I ever...then you say something you haven't done. The players who've done the thing that was said lose a life and have to take a drink."

He smiled. "The goal is to stump every other person playing, and make them lose all their lives."

"Everyone get that? We're playing never have I ever."
[member="Kahlil Zambrano"]
[member="Thiavi"]
[member="Amaryllis Tansea"]
@Ghida Rha
[member="Dominic Shiro"]
@Crawn

 

[Dominic Shiro]

Dominic hadn't immediately gone for the rum, in fact he had almost completely ignored it's existence, because he was watching Mikilanna through a small gap between his fingers, creep ever closer to the bottle, he struggled to keep a straight face as he watched her rush for the bottle and down it, Would curiosity, or in this case alcohol poisoning, kill the cat? He smiled and pulled over his glass, "Good job kid, you managed to creep up on us and neck a whole near enough a whole bottle" He sipped at his drink before returning it to the counter.

Then realising, there was no rum left, well that takes the fun out of things, he thought this for about two seconds until Kafh brought out two more bottles, twice the fun, after seeing there was plenty to go around, he promptly emptied half his glass into his gullet as Kafh explained the rules of the game. Never have I ever, essentially, the crew was about to learn a lot more about each other, though one thing still rang out in his mind...

"That's all well and good but what's the wager?"

 

[Sassshra]

A soft rattle echoed from the ceiling as the vent cover above [member="Kahlil Zambrano"] 's head receeded into the ceiling and shifted over until it was no longer in sight. The sound of the metal grate could easily be ignored given the various conversations going on along with the clinking of glassware, giving the 15 foot Fillithar the perfect cover as she slowly moved out of the vent system.

First; a pink forked tongue flicked in and out of the dark. Then; white scales and large black, pupilless eyes as Sassshra slowly began to descend from the vent. Being far above the crews heads gave the white Fillithar the perfect vantage point as she looked from one crew member to the next, before her gaze finally landed on the Captain. Sassshra came to a stop, with 6 feet of her 15 foot length hanging from the vent opening above the couch and her head less than a foot from Kahlils.

"May I have a drink, Cap?" Sassshra finally spoke up, her pink tongue darting from her mouth once more as she scented the alcohol in the air, her large black orbs staring at Kahlil unblinking.

[member="Dominic Shiro"] [member="Kafh-en-ma-nofre"] [member="Amaryllis Tansea"] [member="Mikilanna Mihaly"] [member="Gida Rha"]

 

[Riley Reese]

Gida gave [member="Amaryllis Tansea"] a smile and nod before moving further into the room. She grabbed a drink and sat down on an empty couch and listened to wager [member="Kafh-en-ma-nofre"] came up with. The whole thing sounded very...interesting. Not only that, but it seemed like a good way to get everyone drunk in a hurry. Speaking of, as her gaze turned to [member="Mikilanna Mihaly"] as the Padawan was already getting wound up on her drink.

Everyone was settling in, even [member="Sassshra"], as she came crawling out of a vent in the ceiling. The sight brought a small smile to Gida's lips, they were kinda like a dysfunctional family, but a family None the less. That was something Gida hadn't had in a long time. Taking a swig of her drink, she waited for the wager to be made.

[member="Dominic Shiro"]
[member="Kahlil Zambrano"]

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"Never have I ever, huh? I don't see a prob...lem..." Kahlil paused mid-sentence as a completely different voice sounded off behind him. A stowaway? He slowly peered over his shoulder, his brown eyes falling on the white skinned snake [member="Sassshra"] . He stared blankly for a moment, then raised his cup in offering. "Sure. Don't see why not. Just, uh. Who are you?" He wasn't getting the sense that she was a threat at least.

Which was a nice change. "You can join in the game."

[member="Gida Rha"] [member="Dominic Shiro"] @Kafh-en-ma-nofre @Amaryllis Tansea [member="Mikilanna Mihaly"]

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Amaryllis perked a brow as she heard something from the rafters - although the snake fell out of the rafters a moment later. She blinked, tilting her head before waving with a huge smile. It wasn't the first time a creature fell out of the sky on top of her. Granted, it was usually trees but still.

She took the glass of liquor as she squinted, sniffing it. She made a disgusting face before she quickly drank it. Her eyes widened as she forced it down her throat. "Burn," she muttered as she grabbed a piece of the meat with a knife and began biting into it to remove the taste. Yucky!

"What is this never have I never?"