Another Credit Spent on Poison

[Slate Estrada]

It wasn't irregular to find Slate in a bar on Coruscant, however his drinking habit had been reduced since his re-enlisting into the Galatic Republic Army. Slate was hopeful that he could quit drinking altogether in a short while. But until then he could be found in cheap, lower level bars like the one he was in now. The name that hung above the front door labeled the bar 'The Shiny Stool' in a pink neon sign. Ironic really with the state the interior of the bar was in. If there was a stool that wasn't broken or chipped, it certainly wasn't clean' let alone shiny.

Sitting at the bar, Slate was disturbed by the amount of bounty hunters and criminals surrounding him. To Slate they were just scum who killed for money and if he came across any of them outside the bar, it wouldn't be pretty. Bickering from the rear of the bar interrupted Slate's idea of a quiet, relaxing night at the bar. Though it was wrong for Slate to even assume that a bar like as rough as this could successfully be quiet or relaxing. At the end of the day, Slate didn't care, as long as the booze was cheap and it wasn't poisonous, he wouldn't complain.

But still the lone soldier just sat on the stool at the counter, quietly sipping on his whiskey and keeping to himself. Hopefully nobody would bug him too much for the rest of night. Slate was definitley not in the mood.

(OOC Note: Sorry for the short post, I need sleep.)

[member="Falks"]
[member="Riv'Stak"]

 

[Lucifer Malvern]

Coruscant was definitely not my idea of a vacation spot. It was overcrowded, labyrinthine, and the locals were rude as hell. My one consolation was that people were so used to weird aliens here that very few people even gave me a second glance. When I stepped into the bar, I was profoundly relieved to see that the general consensus was that the 'big freaky four-jawed lizard thing' could drink in peace.

I actually walked up to the bar, and sat down.

"Cognac, please. Maybe with some Whyren's in it."

[member="Slate Estrada"]

 

[Falks]

After a tiring day of work I decided that wanted to lay low for alittle while. so i visited a cheap bar that definitely wasen't fancy. I walked up to the bar, sat down and ordered a double whiskey with ice.

[member="Slate Estrada"][member="Riv'Stak"]

 

[Slate Estrada]

As Slate gulped another load of his whiskey, a thing sat sat beside him. Slate had no idea what it was, but it certainly wasn't human, however Slate recalled seeing one before.. He turned over to inspect the creature. A reptilian creature with a four-jawed mouth, each lined with teeth. This was new.

"We don't get many of you round hear" Slate announced as he lifted his had, signalling for another drink.

[member="Falks"]
[member="Riv'Stak"]

 

[Falks]

moves his eyes from the bartable, to Slate chatting up the Alien. He then proceeds to drink minding his own buisness trying, not to seem to interested.

[member="Riv'Stak"] [member="Slate Estrada"]

 

[Lucifer Malvern]

I laughed at the man's statement, an odd motion where all four of my jaws moved, and my throat made a sort of coughing noise.

"I'm sure you don't. I've never seen another of whatever species I am. Hell, who knows what I am?"

I stuck my four-fingered hand out to shake. My two thumbs flexed to grip the other man's hand if he gave it.

"I'm Riv'Stak."

[member="Slate Estrada"] [member="Falks"]

 

[Slate Estrada]

"Well lucky for you, it's not strange for Courscant to be filled with unidentified creatures." Slate laughed, grabbing the four-fingered hand of the creature he sat beside.

Slate began to shake the hand, "Slate Estrada, at your service." He smiled, his white teeth being illuminated by the dying the light above the two. After a while he released his grip on the hand and went back to reach his drink. Over the shoulder of Riv'Stak, Slate noticed an armoured man. No doubt a bounty hunter or mercenary. Not many people would usally come to a bar in full armour.

[member="Riv'Stak"]
[member="Falks"]

 

[Lucifer Malvern]

I took my whiskey between the mandibles of my mouth and gulped it down contentedly.

"So, Slate, you live here, or something?"

I unhooked the glass from my mouth, and left it on the bar. My way of drinking would probably look weird to anybody who'd never seen it, but that was how I ate and drank.

[member="Slate Estrada"] [member="Falks"]

 

[Falks]

Falks looks to Slate and nods. He then downs the last bit of his drink and orders another. Falks armor is stained with some kind of black liquid and his shirt and knees are dusty.

[member="Slate Estrada"] [member="Riv'Stak"]

 

[Slate Estrada]

'Live here? In One Sith territory. Hah!' Slate thought to himself as the bartender slid another drink towards him.

"No, no, no. I mostly live on Military bases now. Just visiting family." He laughed, hoping the man wouldn't press anymore information from him. Peering over Riv'Stak's shoulder again, he noticed the armour clad man nob to him. Peculiar but nothing out of the ordinary.

Before allowing his newfound friend to ask any questions about his military career, Slate quickly asked another question. "So why are you here? I'm guessing it's not for family aswell."

[member="Falks"] [member="Riv'Stak"]

 

[Lucifer Malvern]

I shook my head, trying not to laugh.

"No, if I was 'visiting', I might be in a hotel. Or something."

I did laugh, now.

"No... This is more like a little case of 'my friends ditched me and went to Zeltros'. Apparently even Zeltron women aren't the kind who'd sleep with an ugly bastard like me."

[member="Slate Estrada"] [member="Falks"]

 

[Slate Estrada]

"Zeltrons.... Trust me, they'd sleep with a rancor if they had the chance!" Slate joked. Even though they had only been talking for minutes, Slate felt comfortable around Riv'Stak. Like he said he definitely was advertising to look at, in all honesty he looked like a bloodthirsty creature.

However Slate's enjoyment was interrupted as he looked towards the man sitting besides his friend. He hadn't even attempted at socialising. What he was wearing scream to Slate that he wasn't safe to be around. He wondered whether or not Riv'Stak knew who he was.

"Don't look, but do you know that person behind you?" He questioned, lowering his voice slightly to avoid the man from hearing him.

[member="Riv'Stak"]
[member="Falks"]

 

[Lucifer Malvern]

I took an unobtrusive sidelong glance, rolling my eye to see the man without turning my head.

"Can't say I do. As long as he doesn't have a gun pointed at me, I've no truck with him."

I shook my head.

"If pulls out anything suspicious, tell me. Guy could use a few dents in that shiny armor of his."

[member="Slate Estrada"] [member="Falks"]

 

[Falks]

Falks looked to [member="Riv'Stak"] and chuckled softly at his remark, just barely hearing the things about dents in that shiny armor of his. "I'm sorry if i come off as a bit threathening." Falks turns to Riv'stak, exstending his arm, reaching for a handshake. "Sam Jone"

[member="Slate Estrada"]

 

[Lucifer Malvern]

My two thumbs gripped Sam's hand, and I shook.

"Compared to me, nothing comes off as threatening."

I half-smiled, and then drank my next glass.

"What about you, Sam? Why're you here?"

[member="Falks"] [member="Slate Estrada"]

 

[Falks]

"you know the usual buisness trip, mans trying to make a living. Though my buisness is alittle differnt from others, but if the moneys good im usually up for the job."

Sam looked towards [member="Riv'Stak"] letting out a slight friendly smile.

"What do you do for a livin?"

[member="Slate Estrada"]

 

[Lucifer Malvern]

I shrugged, returning the smile with a creepy two-mandibled one of my own.

"I don't work, really. If I'm on a good world for it, I go hunting. Usually end up selling most of it, and eating the rest. But that's easy. And cheap. I still have money from when I left Alderaan."

[member="Falks"] [member="Slate Estrada"]

 

[Falks]

"hmmm.. well thats also a kind of living.. we all work to eat and to survive right?" Sam speaks in an understanding tone, not being disgusted and dosen't flinch from [member="Riv'Stak"] smile. "so how big are the animals you're hunting? are we talking spaceship size or are they critters?"

 

[Lucifer Malvern]

"I guess they're what you'd call critters. Nexu, stampeding Bormu... Stray predators."

I shrugged and tapped my hand on the bar.

"Fun, but nothing really hard."

[member="Falks"] [member="Slate Estrada"]

 

[Anka Revik]

Shaking herself from her daze, Anka found herself in an unfamiliar place. The former Padawan had experienced something of a breakdown; despite her training, she had not been prepared for the shock of returning to Coruscant.

Where... How did I get here?. Seeing what appeared to be a cantina down the street, the girl quickly made her way inside.

Keeping her eyes to the floor, Anka shuffled her way to a corner booth, settling into the uncomfortable, creaky seat. Taking a moment to steady her breathing, the Jedi closed her eyes, finding her center. There is no emotion...

"Can I help you, Ma'am?" A server droid broke her conversation.

She didn't really know any drinks, so... "Water, please."

[member="Riv'Stak"] [member="Falks"] [member="Slate Estrada"]