Ooh Eeh Ooh Ah Aah Ting Tang Wallala Cantina!

[Cassus Akovin]

"Body *hic* body *hic* shots?" Was asked with a very confused face, not even looking at the spectacle. "What, you mean like shooting people? Did that once... lost my *hic* hand that way." Took a swig of the bottle to find it empty, and with a pouty lip simply dropped the thing. Very suddenly the blaster that was hidden on my body was being clutched and pointed drunkenly at the bottles of liquor lining the bartenders walls behind him. He promptly freaked out.

"Pew," Hysterical giggling, "Pew, you're dead! Don't worry, a singed off hand should pay off the debt of guilt, right?" The arm got tired and the gun clatter on the counter. Slumping on the counter, tears mixed with giggles and changed the atmosphere of the room. A story was dying to be told, but whether or not they'd listen was probably only going to lead to more tears. Party drunks didn't care about the feelings of a drunken sob who knows murder on a first name basis.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

@[member="Triam Akovin"]


There was a gentle hand removing the blaster from reaching. Preliat slid into the seat next to Triam, crossing his hands on the counter. He gestured to the bartender, motioning him over. Fully-armored Mandalorians tended to get served quickly, as they wanted them to get out. They were typically bad for business, being so...friendly. Preliat sighed behind his helmet, patting Triam on the back. Removing the cloak from around his shoulder, it was instead draped around her slender shoulders.

"And I thought I was messed up."He said with a smirk behind his helmet. And then it occurred to him that, she had never seen him without his helmet. Not that it mattered. As the great Boba Fett said, it was his face.

 

[Matreya]

The group of young adults slowly grew rowdier by the moment, all the while the giant in the group from and turned his gaze to the newcomer. He was Mandalorian, clad in his full suit, something the giant of a man rarely did as it left him standing out. Slowly they converged closer to the duo (@[member="Preliat Mantis"] + @[member="Triam Akovin"]), for inebriated as they were, they were all trained in martial combat and protective of the peace, with the Czar among them being the best of the best - even claiming the right to the title of Empress Clone, being Ashin Varanin's own blood twin.

"Wooo! We need another shot!" The blonde shouted as they all laughed again and poured glasses. Slapping back swiftly, they all smiled and giggled.

 

[Cassus Akovin]

@[member="Preliat Mantis"]

"Eh... who are you?" Contorted with painful thinking, the cloak wrapped around the shoulders. The armor looked familiar, but the face... it didn't seem to match. Whoever he was, he seemed comforting... friendly. The drunken blur turned him into some kind of god, as intoxication often does. But he wasn't bad looking to begin with, so the urge to smile flirtatiously was really pretty difficult... and an utter failure.

Ah, geeze, not the best moment here for flirting. The sane part of me said. Now one seemed to noticed the silly but sad words let loose by the corrosive alcohol.

"You're pretty." Was that out loud?

 

[Preliat Mantis]

@[member="Triam Akovin"]

He smiled for a moment, then bit his lip. He patted her on the shoulder, trying to figure out if the flashing of her teeth was some sort of ancient tribal war cry or an attempt at a smile. He was going for a drunken attempt at being nice. He reached up to his helmet, peeling it off slowly. He set it on the counter, patting it slowly."How's your shoulder doing, Miss Akovin?"He said, smiling. He liked breathing air that wasn't fed through a filter, sometimes. He kept his hand on his helmet, however. It was rather easy for someone to yank it up and get a good look at the tech and all the information in it. Granted, you had to get past the Mandalorian holding it, which never really ended well for most people.

He then remembered, that she was horribly intoxicated and that she probably didn't even remember Roche or could let alone spell it. Or even remember how to pronounce his name. But he also didn't like her getting piss-drunk at a seedy bar. That was usually a cry for help, a sign of something else going on. At least, that's how it was for him. Drinking had never solved his problems, so he had to put a pin in that, for now. Cold turkey. It was about as difficult as you'd expect.

 

[Cassus Akovin]

"Hmm?" The mechanical hand poked at the shoulder that was wounded at Roche. Gazing at the man the memories tried to force their way through the stubborn and thick skull of a true child of Akovin. Everything was blury and surreal, everything looked appealing.

"It's good. How is your shoulder? Boop," The Mandalorian was poked in the shoulder too, with the same mechanical hand. Of course, it wouldn't appear mechanical, packaged in a neat layer of plastic skin. It obviously felt mechanical though, and the ghostly thing was a terrible reminder, flooding the mind with bright hot memories of a blazing torch swirling through the air. The face of the wielder wouldn't be forgotten, and the infamous escapee of "The Pit" wouldn't either. A memory or two flashed about that particular set of armor about that time, but it was fuzzy, unclear, and not noteworthy at the moment.

Too much real pain to deal with.

@[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

"It's fine, Triam. But...you aren't. So, let's get you out of here. You're uh, not quite suitable for public at this point."He gingerly took her mechanical hand, though he couldn't known about it. Not that it bothered him, cybernetics were a common sight amongst soldiers. He smiled when his shoulder was booped, and looked around slowly. He picked up his helmet, placing it over his head. Grasping her by the ribs with one hand, and throwing her arm around his shoulders, he went to carry the poor lass out of the bar, as gingerly as he could.

"Please tell you have a place to stay somewhere that isn't your ship, I don't feel like dragging you all the way back to the port.."

@[member="Triam Akovin"]

 

[Cassus Akovin]

"There'sa Hotel jus up the street I think." A weak hand swung in that general direction, as the words slurred together. The bottle of ale clattered on the counter before promptly rolling off and shattering on the ground... with the other ones. It seemed almost like they were the only two people in the room now. Probably with a bunch of other drunks strewn about and sleeping in their own filth till morning. It was nice having a friend. Honestly, there weren't a whole lot in the youth, a lot of people who called one another friends, but no one could depend on anyone. Preliat was dependable it seemed. After all, it would seem he followed her all the way from their first encounter on Roche, where he went Supercommando on droids that had hurt her shoulder. Yet that girl and this girl didn't seem to match quite right, but he still carried her.

"You're my best friend Preliat." Everything was black after that.

@[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

@[member="Triam Akovin"]


Preliat sighed as the poor woman passed out in his arms...arm, really. He sighed, dragging the girl to the hotel. He entered it, with a great amount of effort, shoving the door, trying not to bang her smaller frame along with it. But, the cheap door smacked against them both as they stepped inside. Dragging her inside, he found a cheap room, two beds, separate bathrooms. Money was no objection, he had procured some in his recent mercenary outings, that was for sure. Preliat let her fall into the bed, sighing as he fell into the adjacent bed. He laid her on her stomach, and opened her airway, to make sure that she could breathe in the case that she threw up in her sleep. He set his helmet by his side, and simply at the edge of the bed, and maybe, he fell asleep. He wasn't sure. He didn't sleep much, that was obvious. Not since Elrood.

His hands shook for a while, before he laid down and slowly placed his hands on his armored chest, blinking upwards at the ceiling.

 

[Matreya]

The group became ever louder as time passed, and when the duo left, they began to move back towards their initial table. They sang, and laughed. Some danced to music no other heard, others jumped and bounced to keep themselves awake. Finally the giant could say he was inebriated, while all the others were nearing the point of being utterly wasted. Simply, they were not superior like he himself was.

"Lets take another round!" The younger male called, and they all cheered and began to slap their glasses to their lips then back to the table. Zero Four took two more afterwards.

 

[Matreya]

Suddenly the door burst open, and...nothing came in. That anyone saw anyway, for Zaiden came forth covered in his Force Cloak and headed straight for a table. Sitting back and propping his humongous tree trunk like legs on the table, Zaiden held a hand out and called forth a bottle from the shelves. As the bottle began to move, it to vanished.

The man wanted a drink, but as well he wanted peace and quiet.

 

[Matreya]

Slowly the group began to stop being loud, for they were becoming to far gone to keep up the energy. They weaved and shifted, toppled and fell over. Slowly it become apparent the only one whom was now still combat capable was the giant, and even he was debatable. They had taken down 13 bottles, smashed multiple glasses and some how managed to lose the petite redheads shoe.

They all slowly converged and left once the bar...