A meeting in a cantina, because everyone loves cantina

[Relyk Derlzia]

Relyk was bored. His day had started like any other day. He had awoken early, went through with his regular training regime, and then he had gone home. That had been the man's life since returning to Mandalore a year ago. This was the life he had chosen for himself. A break from the travelling he had done as a young boy. It had been a nice change of pace for once, but he had always craved something more than this. As the man lay on his bed he stared at the ceiling contemplating his life. A rethinking of it was in order from the looks of things. A small smile graced his features as he thought of the place to think. A small place not far from his home. He wasn't entirely sure of the name of it, but the drinks were decent and the company wasn't all that bad either. With his mind set on his destination he rolled out of his bed. With the grace of a blind rancor stalking it's next meal he made his way from his home and out into the open. As usual he dressed casual. A loose fitting white shirt and black pants, as well as a leather bracelet on his left wrist. The good thing about having short hair meant that it was easy to maintain. He had experienced first hand what a pain it was to have long hair, back when he was young and foolish. A simple run through of his hair with his hand and the man was ready. One two minute walk later and he was sitting in the corner of the cantina. In his hand was a cup of tihaar made from the native fruit of Mandalore, varos. While originally not a fan of the drink, over time he had grown used to the burning sensation while drinking. Though honestly, the only reason Relyk was drinking it was because the place was out of everything else. It seemed he had missed the prime hour however, as the place was practically devoid of life. Relyk had thought that perhaps the bartender simply disliked him and had lied about being out of stock. If Relyk were in a better mood he would likely have questioned the man, but he didn't feel like it right now. So the man simply sat there, drinking and savoring the burning sensation.

 

[Mesh'la Hondor]

Yes, he was back. It was a vicious cycle of drink that seemed nearly unquenchable. Pushing open the large double doors Mesh'la Hondor entered one of the many poorly lit cantinas spread around the capital city of keldade. Granted it was by no means the most famous of cantinas, but it was closer to where the Mandalorian lived and, as such, was much more convenient than other more well known cantinas. As chance would have it the cantina was almost empty save for a few lurkers here and there, probably just a few dead beat drunks. Not bothering to ask for any particular drink, Mesh'la simply asked for whatever was on tap, tihaar as the case was. Taking two full glasses with him the leather jacket clad and blue combat pants wearing Mandalorian took a seat at the main bar and tilted the glass back and began drinking. Sure, it was a bad habit to drink alone, but he did it anyway and without a care in the world.

@[member="Relyk Derlzia"]

 

[Relyk Derlzia]

Relyk had been sat in the cantina for about an hour or so. During the course of said hour he had gone through a fair amount of cups. By now the burning sensation had been numbed to nothing more than a strange tingling sensation. He downed what would be his...damn he had no idea at this point, drink and placed the empty cup on the table. Now the actual challenge began. He eyed up the bar at the opposite side of the cantina. Laid out before him was a treacherous path filled with many obstacles. Relyk knew that one mistake would lead to a fall and a bruised body, but more importantly a bruised pride. This was a matter of his reputation and a challenge to his manhood. Could he make it across the room? Really there was only one way to find out. With a determined look about him he stood, albeit a bit wobbly. He took the first step and he did not fall, a good start. The second step was shaky, he felt himself veering of course already. Damn this was a problem. He took a moment to channel his inner man and set his eyes on his target. An empty bar stool. Not just any bar stool, the closest one from where he was. It was also a straight shot to the stool, something he was grateful for. He steadied himself, something that was surprisingly difficult, and continued on. Ten steps down, about ten thousand more to go. It seemed as if the more he walked the further away the stool became. Why is this? Was this a ploy set up by the owner of the cantina? Was his hate for Relyk that strong? If he were in a better mood, he would have likely called the man out on it. Alas he was in no such state to be yelling at someone right now. After all, if he could barely stand up straight how would he be able to communicate? Not wanting to try it out he continued on his journey. 'Okay Relyk..you can do this.' Such thoughts ran through his mind as he honed in on his target. Like a Jawa closing in on a lone Astromech Droid he advanced ever so slowly. A quarter of the way there, he could already taste the tihaar.

And then, it all went to hell. A man had beaten him to the stool. At a glance Relyk could tell the man was taller than him, even in his current state. He was wearing a leather jacket and blue pants, a strange mixture. Relyk's progress ground to a halt. This di'kut dared take his space? If Relyk were in a better mood he would have beaten the man senseless. Luckily for him he was not. Now, any normal man would likely find himself lost in this situation. But not Relyk. For Relyk always had a Plan B. A glance left and a glance right confirmed that there were additional stools at the bar. All he had to do was continue forward and then diverge either left or right at the last moment. And considering how Relyk was unable to walk straight anyway, this was actually a better solution to the original problem. Of course he would not thank the man for giving him such an easy way out, because he had ruined his original plan. Staggering forward the man thought of the possibilities of this plan going wrong. There was the possibility that he would sober up at the last moment and continue straight onward into the man. The worst thing that could happen would be he'd get thrown out. The best thing that could happen would be he'd get into a fight and then get thrown out. Luckily, this didn't happen. At the last moment he veered to the right and staggered into the empty stool next to the man. If the cantina wasn't so empty, there would have likely been a celebration at this achievement. However that wasn't the case. So instead he simply reached out and took one of the glasses the man had in front of him. "I'll take this for the trouble you caused me." Was all the explanation he bothered to give before he downed the glass completely.