A Day at The Mos Eisley Cantina

[Kyte Ra'Kon]

Ra'Kon had just arrived at The Mos Eisley Cantina. Sitting at the bar he order some water not trying to get drunk removing his helmet watching the surroundings. As usual nothing more than dealers, dancers and, musicians. Ra'Kon then moved to a table not that far from the entrance to rest laying back in the chair he began to close his eye's but he kept his guard up because there all ways something going on in The Mos Eisley

 

[Dav Scorpio]

Walking into the cantina, Dav plopped down in a seat at the bar. It had been a long day, and he just wanted a drink and maybe to flirt with some women. "Corellian ale." He ordered, simply. He took off his helmet and clipped it to his belt by his vibroblade which wasn't extended at the moment. Dav turned to watch the dancers on the stage, sighing. Finally some time to relax.
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[Neema]

Stepping into the cantina, Neema scanned the immediate area for her contact. She was supposed to move a few crates of illicit blasters from Tatooine back to the core worlds, and the idiot was late. She walks towards a vacant booth with a view of the entrance, catching a glimpse of a heavily armed man at the bar, seemingly way overdressed for this heat. She leans back into her seat, crossing her legs under the table onto the opposite seat and absently gazes towards the door.

 

[Dav Scorpio]

Seeing the woman come in, Dav was intrigued. She didn't seem to be the type that would be in a tatooine cantina, but who knows. The galaxy makes badasses out of plenty of people. He looked over at her, then got up and walked over to her table. "What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" He smirked a bit and took a sip of his ale. Hopefully she was the friendly type.
@[member="Capt. Neema Farron"]

 

[Neema]

Neema shifts her feet back to her side, before beaming a smile over to the man before her. "I'm actually waiting for someone... but the sleemo is late". The smile never leaves her face as she curses that Toydarian and his slow, useless wings. "Buy a girl a drink?"

 

[Dav Scorpio]

Dav sat down across from her. "Ah, and who might he be?" Dav smiled and called over a waiter. "Bring us a couple glasses of Ne'tra gal, please." He looked back to her. "I'm Dav Scorpio, by the way. You ever had black ale? It's one of my favorites." Dav leaned back in his chair and drained the glass of ale he was drinking.
@[member="Capt. Neema Farron"]

 

[Neema]

"Name's Neema, Neema Farron, nice to see a friendly face on occasion..." She raps her fingers on the table, leaning forward onto her elbows. "...and I can't say I have, but I've always been intrigued by new things" She glances again at the door before returning her smile to Dav.

 

[Dav Scorpio]

"If you like sweet drinks, you're in for a treat." Dav gave a warm smile. He noticed that she was frequently looking at the door. The waiter came up with the drinks, placing them on the table. Dav slid one to Neema, then raised his glass. "To new friends" he toasted, taking a sip from his drink. He leaned forward a bit. "Neema, I like that name."
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[Listeri Dalane]

A man walked into the famous cantina, gazing around the bar. His swiveled around, looking at the various patrons. He sat down at the bar, ordering a small ale. He began drinking heartily, ending up with a satisfied burp. He then covered his mouth, feeling a little bit embarrassed. He grabbed a menu eventually, deciding to order something.

 

[Neema]

Neema takes a shallow sip of her drink, followed by a second, more hearty one. "This stuff's pretty good! " She raises her own glass, chiming in her own, "To new friends", before taking a third sip. "Is that right? Well I suppose I owe you a compliment then, Mr. Scorpio." She stretches her shoulders before leaning back in her seat listening to the din of the background music.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

A man sat at the far end table, hood up, his force presence concealed... Listening. Watching.

 

[Dav Scorpio]

"A complement? You might be hard pressed to think of one." Dav grinned as he took a drink of his ne'tra gal. He studied Neema, looking her over. She was quite short, but perhaps that wasn't a bad thing. She would look like a midget beside him, Dav thought, smiling. Neema was also quite pretty. She was missing a finger, perhaps she has lived a rough life. But most people have. He looked into her grey eyes with his blue ones, trying to read her mind so as to learn more about her.

 

[Neema]

Neema to a long sip from her own ne'tra gal, the sweet taste vringing a smile to her lips. "I have to order this the next time I'm groundside!" She clicks her tongue in thought, "It tastes pricey though..." Neema checks her wrist-comm briefly for messages, before sighing and leaning forward onto her elbows again. "So what brings you to this-" She mocks an obnoxious voice, "-wretched hive of scum and villainy?"

 

[Dav Scorpio]

Dav smiled and said, "It's not that pricey, but it's not cheap either. I'll be sure to buy you another if we ever meet at a cantina again." He laughed at her obnoxious voice. "It's probably the nicest cantina on this rock. The alcohol is good and the women are better." He gave a slight grin, interested in her reaction. "And I never got my complement!" He laughed, then finished off his glass of ne'tra gal.

 

[Neema]

Neema's eyebrows go up, ignoring the second compliment for now. "Well, I guess I'll just have to look forward for more not-too-cheap ale" She touches a fingertip to her lip, pondering the man before her. "Well, I'm finding myself interested in just how blue your eyes are..." She leans in a bit, "They're like... when I first enter hyperspace"

 

[Dav Scorpio]

Dav smiled. "I'm sure you get free drinks all the time." He smiled at her comment. He thought she would say that. He'd always been told how blue his eyes are. "Your eyes are.. Interesting too. I've never seen someone with grey eyes." He leaned in. "I like them, it makes you a bit different." He waved over the waiter, ordering two more glasses of ne'tra gal.
@[member="Capt. Neema Farron"]

 

[Neema]

"Thanks" Neema slides her first one over, making room for the new one, "I don't know, I never though about it as very unusual." She takes a long drink from her ne'tra gal. "So what's with all the armor? Aren't you hot?"

 

[Dav Scorpio]

"Actually yeah, I'm a bit hot. But it's good for keeping me alive so I keep it on." Dav pointed to several scorch marks on the armor. "And I get called hot a lot." he teased, cracking a smile. The waiter set the ne'tra gal on the table and Dav slid another one to Neema. What a nice name. "Neema. Neema. Neema." He didn't realize he was saying it out loud. He just liked the sound of it
@[member="Capt. Neema Farron"]

 

[Neema]

Neema laughs at the overt stunt, "I'll just bet you do" Sipping her drink she, "Yep, that is in fact my name..." She suddenly leans forward, squinting a bit. "So, what's the story behind that scar? Unless it's personal, I mean..." Her smile falter a moment at the last part.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Finding nothing of interest, he walked out quietly...