"What? NO!" Lex suddenly yelled out in agony, collapsing to the floor and slamming his fist into it. At the holo-terminal, his portion of the board flashed red while those of Ambassador Fairlight and Ms. Mon'Sa flashed green, indicating the two of them had actually formed a counter alliance against him, and eliminated him from the game. The ambassador couldn't managed to stifle his laughter, bellowing out hardily, while Ms. Mon'Sa attempted to cover hers with her hand.
"You two are worse than some smugglers I know." He admitted, once he gathered himself. "Lucky we weren't playing for credits or I'd have to be spaced." Recovering from the shocking defeat, he took his seat once again at the table, settling in once more.
"Yes well, these diplomatic missions are often boring affairs, admittedly. Holo-games are one of the few joys I am able to experience on them." Fairlight said. He pressed the terminal, clearing out the holograms from the table. With a gesture from his hand, he summoned a service droid, which began dolling out drinks to the trio. "You have a preferred drink, Master Jedi?"
"You wouldn't happen to have Boga noga on hand, would you?" The look of confusion on the ambassador's face caused Lex to chuckle a bit, before waving off the request. "Heh, never mind, I'll just have what you guys are."
Mon'Sa seemed startled by this. "Uh, I don't that is a good idea, Master Del-"
"Ah! Good man! Good man! B3! Serve us a round of Breath of Heaven!" The serving droid did as told, leaving and returning with a large flask and three tall glasses, which it set down. It then filled them with a grayish milk liquid, which smelled faintly of honey and oats. The ambassador greedily picked up his glass, and Ms. Mon'Sa did some with reluctance, leading Lex to wonder just what this was. He picked up his own and the trio clinked them, and drank. The first sip smacked into him like a Wookie's fist, immediately heating up the insides of his stomach and blurring his vision. He brought the glass down and glanced at the others, seeing their faces were already flushed. Ah, so it seemed like this trip wouldn't be so boring after all.
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"Ha! What's in the flask, some watered down cider from your temple?" Kal Novak, one of the interns, had walked over to Kyra, a wide grin displayed on his face. "I didn't even know Jedi were allowed to drink, honestly. I thought it went against your moral code or something."
"I'm sorry for Kal, he can be a bit... well, a bit of a jerk." Sora Juniper had joined Acaadi at the table, clearly talking to him though not looking in his general direction. The upper half of her face was covered by an opaque visor, which glowed a soft blue.
"What! All I'm saying is, if your really trying to make things interesting, then make it interesting." Kal snapped his fingers, and a service droid approached them, offering a selection of noticeably alcoholic options. "I sliced into the ship's droids when we boarded. We've got all the options my uncle and your Master has. Are we doing this?"