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[KkT'or'R'R'R]

O B J E C T I V E

SOCIALIZE

Tags: 0-7 Gavin Restur Neryn Ka Signy Bralor

Ship: TYE-wing

Weapons: Gaderffii, MR-90 "Covert Causality" Proton Rifle

Spoiler: OOC

Apologies for being inactive, life got in the way.

What an interesting cast of characters, to say the least. Within moments of them showing up, chaos followed them. These were his kind of people. He walked over to the bar and waved down the bartender. "Keep, everyone's next round is on me." The bartender scoffed at him. "Sure it is, people like you don't keep that kind of credit." Having already dealt with his judgement earlier, Tor was having none of it."Hey look here, unless you want to end up like those before you did, I suggest you get everyone in here a round on me. I've already had to deal with you ignorance once."He smacked down a large pouch of credits and passed it to the bartender. The bartender hastily got to work getting drinks for the whole bar. He turned to the crowd in the bar. "Everyone, next one is on me." The bar erupted into and loud commotion of both happiness and confusion. Wasn't often that someone did a gesture like this in a cantina. Most kept to themselves and spent whatever money they had and called it a night. Tor helped himself to a bottle under the counter and poured himself something strong. He spun the glass in place for a bit before picking it up and lifting it towards the bounty hunters. They couldn't tell, but he was smiling at them under his mask. "Evening," he said with a nod.

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[Gavin Restur]

Equipment: Dual Blaster Pistols, Forcepike, Rocket Boots, Rebreather, Misc.
TAGS: 0-7 , KkT'or'R'R'R
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["Is this a gesture you offer to every stranger who aids you in some way?"]

"What, buyin' folks a drink? It sure is. Besides, it's rather rude to not show any sort of appreciation, ain't it?"

Though, his attention was grabbed by KkT'or'R'R'R setting down a large pouch. While he wasn't listening in on the conversation, he had a pretty good guess as to what the Tusken was about to do.

["Everyone, next one is on me."]

To which, the rest of the bar went up in cheers. He gave the Tusken a nod in return out of appreciation, before looking back towards 0-7 . "Looks like I ain't the only one out here buyin' drinks. Not sure how good you can hold your liquor, but we might be findin' that out soon enough."

 

[0-7]

Tatooine
Tags: KkT'or'R'R'R , Gavin Restur

NK-Witell-class Freighter, 0A-155, Songbird (lightsaber), Vibrosword
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"Evening," he said with a nod.

"Evening..." Seven echoed back.

A social Tusken. Or, at least, social beyond his own clan. That was uncommon, and not without reason. Seven found herself relating much to the people of the desert. They had been wronged and chose to shirk those alien to their home. She too felt that urge. Maybe, then, she was jealous of the Tuskens. Isolationist, sure, but at least they had each other.

She didn't know who she had.

"What, buyin' folks a drink? It sure is. Besides, it's rather rude to not show any sort of appreciation, ain't it?"

"I... suppose," the Evereni relented.

Perhaps her alienness to drink had made her so weary. Regardless, she was drinking now, so they would soon find out how good her tolerance was. When Seven looked back to her glass she was a bit shocked to find it already empty. It had been so unoffensive and vaguely sweet that she had hardly paid it much mind while drinking it. It had gone down shockingly easy. Too easy. With another round on the horizon she grew curious what was to follow.

"How... quickly does it hit you?" she inquired in a professional tone. "If... you were to have a low tolerance?"

 

[Gavin Restur]

[Objective #: Insert Here]
Equipment: Dual Blaster Pistols, Forcepike, Rocket Boots, Rebreather, Misc.
TAGS: 0-7
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["How... quickly does it hit you? If... you were to have a low tolerance?"]

Whilst 0-7 spoke, he was in the midst of chugging the rest of his beer. Head tilted back, bottle pointed straight at the ceiling. After a few moments, he set the bottle back down on the counter, empty. Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, before glancing towards her.

"Ehhh, normally depends on what you're drinkin'. If it's somethin' on the lighter side, it'll take a couple before you start feelin' it. If it's strong? You'll feel it mighty quick."

"To which," Shifting a bit to lean on the counter more comfortably, completely facing the other. "I'm gonna assume you ain't much of a drinker, if you're askin' that. So, I would suggest you don't go too crazy."

A brief moment was spent looking the other up and down, as if studying her. Which, is precisely what he was doing. "Call it a hunch, but I get the feeling that you're not from 'round these parts. You got a name you feel like sharin', stranger?"