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Shaken, not stirred....[PM me if you wish to join]

The oaky smell of smoke mingled with various smells of fresh brews and good food filled the air giving the large room a warm welcoming feel to it. This atmosphere was further accented by the soft glow of twilight that gently streamed through the large skylights above the vast bar and the shadows that seemed to dance on the walls as a result of the large open fire in the main hall, yes, this was the fabled Oyu'baat of Mandalore in the city of Keldabe. In this almost primal bar Mesh'la Hondor could be found sitting at one of the elegantly curved bars of the Oyu'baat. After a rather uneventful day the Mandalorian had elected to visit the local watering hole to relax and unwind. It was here, among the dull murmur of voices and sharp tap of knives from games of Cu'bikad, that Mesh'la sat drinking one of the Oyu'baat's specialties, ne'tra gal. As the smooth black ale slid down and tickled the back of his throat Mesh'la allowed himself to get lost in one of his oldest fantasies: traveling around the galaxy. Not simply being ferried around from place to place, no, rather piloting his own ship and making his own destiny, that was the young Mandalorian's dream. It was also a dream that seemed woefully out of his reach, especially now as the bartender came by to collect his payment and, in doing so, brought Mesh'la back to reality. Without a single word Mesh'la absent mindedly reached into the pockets of his long blue combat pants only to find that he had no credits in either pocket. A bit worried the Mandalorian hurriedly unzipped the black leather jacket he wore to reveal the white t-shirt he had on underneath. Much to the young man's relief he found that he did indeed have enough to pay the bartender inside his jacket's left breast pocket. With his drink paid for the Mandalorian returned to gazing longingly at the wall in front of him, but instead of seeing the wooden paneled wall he imagined the impossible: the vast universe stretched out before him.
 
Arrbi Betna entered the smokey confines of the oyu'baat tapcaf, his usual haunt. He took a seat at the bar where he usually did, not noticing he'd abruptly blocked the view of the man beside him. He popped the seals on his helmet and held up two fingers. The barkeep nodded once and snagged a bottle and two tumblers off the shelf behind him. He set the two tumblers on the bar in front of Betna and poured a measure of tihaar into each. Betna nodded his thanks and picked up the first glass. Life was good so far. The money he'd earned mercing for the various factions of the galaxy left him with more money than he needed for once...

@[member="Mesh'la Hondor"]
 
It would seem that the whole god damn galaxy was conspiring against Mesh'la and his rather pathetic attempt at trying to drink away the rest of his life. Much to the Mandalorian's chagrin a helmeted man sat down right in his line of sight and broke his concentration. Perhaps, had Mesh'la drunk just a bit more, he would have gone off on man who had interrupted the flow of his thoughts, but such was not the case.

Instead Mesh'la simply rose his half full glass of ale just as the man, who unbeknownst to Mesh'la was named Arrbi, got his bottle of tihaar and murmured a sarcastic quip of a toast, "To dreams."

With that said Mesh'la turned from the formerly helmeted man and tilted back his head allowing the rest of his ale to trickle down his throat in a steady stream. It may have been an odd gesture, but it was one that Mesh'la made without a second thought. With his glass now nearly empty the Mandalorian placed it on the bar in front of him and proceeded to tilt the glass around a bit with his right hand making the last bit of ale go round and round in the glass much like what Mesh'la's life had been thus far: circular.

@[member="Arrbi Betna"]
 
@[member="Mesh'la Hondor"]

Betna nodded and drank to the toast. He'd not seen the newcomer before which said a lot, seeing as Betna was an almost daily regular here. When he was planet side at least.

"What brings you here, vod?" he asked the other man.
 
Turning back to the man, Mesh'la was surprised to get such a response-he figured it would have been brushed aside and forgotten. All the same the Mandalorian was more than pleased to talk with the formerly helmeted man.

"Habit, well, habit and lack of anything else fulfilling to do." Dismissing what this response said about his character overall, Mesh'la kept the conversation alive with a bit of sarcastic banter, "And you? What brings you here, besides the lively sober company?"

Making his point Mesh'la gestured up and down the bar where a few people had very obviously drank a bit too much and lay across the table. Mesh'la hoped his sarcasm was not lost on the man.

@[member="Arrbi Betna"]
 

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