Been around for a long long year (Tatooine/Open)

[Coren Starchaser]

It was a scene that was very common around the galaxy, a dimly lit, smoke filled room. The sounds of a variety of species carrying on, drinking, music in the background. This particular place was no different. String rhythm instruments playing a hauntingly familiar tune. One that people in a certain galaxy would recognize, but be unable to place. Something about it just would earworm into their head. An old tune about an old time.

Something very similar was playing in the establishment. The one where the man in question, a man out of time was sitting. Hands holding his cards, he looked around the table, a hand-rolled cigarette in the corner of his lips. Taking a drag, he blew out the smoke. He was counting the hand, and this was number three. Meant he needed to fold. That would get him a job.

And while his ship was not quite here, Kelly had it and was gone... somewhere, he did have a second ship. It was one of the few things remaining at the Starchaser Estate on Corellia. Sure, he wasn't there now, no, he was out on the galaxy's largest sandbox, but it would have to do. Coren Starchaser was sick and tired of sitting around. How long had he been in carbonite freeze?

Too long. And sitting around his ship, trying to remember where he was, who he was, and what he could do, was just not doing it for him. With his son running things on the Dawn Treader, he didn't want to bother the crew. He was out on his own. Corellian leather jacket, blood stripes, and a blaster on his hip, he was ready for anything, and hoping this was going to be a simple salvage trip.

They hardly ever were.

Snuffing out his smoke, he folded his hand and leaned back. No time like the present to live, right?

 

[Rylla Aldrecht]

Rylla made a sound of distaste as she entered the cantina, scrunching up her nose. She hated places like these. But, she was stuck on the planet, and the Sith had no desire to explore the deserts on her own.
She ordered a drink and sipped it, her red eyes scanning the room.


[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Tharn Gor]

[member="Rylla Aldrecht"][member="Coren Starchaser"]

Tharn opened the door to the Cantina and stepped inside almost stumbling over a human woman he had failed to see in the dim smoky light. The Trandoshan bumped his chest and nodded his head by way of silent apology.

He was looking forward to a hot meal. The last few weeks had left him drained and this was the first oppurtunity he had to relax. The ship was in for repairs, his business had been concluded and the Old Twi'lek woman was off lecturing some other poor soul.

Tharn had a look around. His eyes fell on the human woman he had stumbled into, she looked young, but Tharn felt a prickly feeling at the back his head standing near her though he did not understand why. Another individual who looked human caught his eye but something seemed out of place with him. Tharn couldn't figure out if it was his posture or his clothes, something just seemed old about the man.

Tharns clothes had a new, expensive look about them. The Trandoshan had only brought two items with him, his communicator and his electro-whip.

 

[Carré Inirial]

There was little worse than being bored, the woman mused, a smirk curling her lips. She strode through the crowds that always seemed to find their way out when the sun fell on Tatooine. Most of the sentients had the presence of mind to give her a wide berth, clearing a path without really understanding what they were doing. With a faint, inaudible sigh, Carré brought herself back under control and paused outside the cantina.

Head canted to the side, silver eyes coursed over the bright neon sign and her smirk turned into a full fledged smile. Something good was bound to go down in a place like this.

And if it didn't, she'd make it. Raise a little hell to satisfy her need for chaos.

A glance was cast down to her left hand, the palm bearing the brand of a long-dead Sith cult. It pulsed once with a faint energy before the flesh went back to simply being ruined. Fingers tugged on a small pair of gloves, meant only to cover her fingers and palms. It was easier than having to explain why an over five hundred year old brand still looked raw and angry. And why she always followed the explanation with violence and bloodletting.

Carré let her cloak slide off of her shoulders as she stepped inside the smoky room, eyes adjusting slowly to the dim, hazy light. She felt the presence of another, much younger Sith, and marked where [member="Rylla Aldrecht"] sat at the bar with a brief glance. That one would bear watching, she mused.

But so too would the man who'd just folded his hand, and perhaps more so.

There was a table off to the side of the space taken up with the card game where [member="Coren Starchaser"] sat. Energy flickered in her gaze as the Knight strode over and sat herself in one of the unoccupied seats, halting the protests of her interruption before they even started. Tossing a cred chit on the table, she smiled. "Deal me in on the next hand, gentlemen."

Fingers passed another cred chit to a passing server who soon returned and set a glass of Durinfire in her waiting hand. There was business being transacted there no doubt, which she had no intention of disrupting. She simply wanted to play...

 

[Coren Starchaser]

He wasn't too worried about most things in the galaxy. From all accounts, Coren Starchaser was the kind of man who knew how to handle himself. And he was going to hope that some of that was a latent ability. Probably the strangest thing was learning about yourself from other accounts. For whatever reason he never kept a video record for himself, and all he did find was data locked in a series of family holocrons and Warbird Wing datacrons. Simple, but still.. it didn't pan out.

Waiting for the hand to be over, he was looking around the establishment, making eye contact and trying to reach out with the Force. If there was one thing he was recovering quickly, it was sizing up people and situations, a sort of danger sense crossed with situational awareness, in the Force. And that was when he picked up two signatures right away. They had run into one another, and he was really eager to see how that situation was going to handle itself.

Sure, he probably could've had his lightsaber on him, and been more protected than with his blaster, and he had forgotten his scatter rifle aboard his ship, the one Kelly was... going wherever with. He could really use that if the dark twinge he felt was going to grow.

And that lizard. Him put Coren on edge. He was decent at sizing things up, and a lizard was not something he'd want to fight. Not without web-shooting ability.

The one confusion was if the woman who had just arrived was his contact. Something said no, but Coren was willing to entertain her for a spell. No one here would recognize his Force signature, hell if he even had one that was fleshed out. His eyes gave her a long look over and he nodded. “Well, hello there.”

That was when the gentle-being, the Rodian, had started speaking in a Huttese dialect. Coren was really familiar with that language, apparently. Sure, he might not remember where the frell he was going on missions the few years before his big sleep, but he could remember this, no matter how much of his memory was torn apart.

The jist of it was that there was a job to be done. It seemed simple enough, a snatch-and-grab, and then a drop off. Or at least that was what was being eluded to. Checking his cards, Coren nodded to the Rodian. “And payment?”

[member="Carré Inirial"] [member="Tharn Gor"] [member="Rylla Aldrecht"]

 

[Rylla Aldrecht]

Rylla tensed up as she felt the more powerful Sith enter the cantina. They weren't still after her, were they? Surely, they weren't still mad about the whole killing-Darth-Piteous thing?
Her thoughts were interrupted as something bumped into her. She glared at the Trandoshan.
"Watch where you're going, you overgrown reptile!" She snarled.


[member="Coren Starchaser"]
[member="Carré Inirial"]
[member="Tharn Gor"]

 

[Tharn Gor]

Tharn felt the prickly sensation brought on by the young human [member="Rylla Aldrecht"] rising up again, only this time it was different. When [member="Carré Inirial"] brushed by him he felt jabs not prickles at the back of his head.

"Hsss , hungers starting to rot my brain" He muttered to himself.

The young woman [member="Rylla Aldrecht"] had become agitated at Tharns jostling her. Not one to make unnecessary enemies he ignored her insult and carried on.

Tharn was intrigued by the developments at [member="Coren Starchaser"]table but was also starving, so he found a table next to the game and ordered the only insectoid dish the Cantina carried, Fire Grubs.

 

[Rylla Aldrecht]

She grunted an acceptance of the Trandoshan's apology, and continued sipping her drink.
Idly, she reached out with the Force, seeking other's presences. She needed to know what exactly was happening around her, and who was around her.


[member="Tharn Gor"]
[member="Coren Starchaser"]
[member="Carré Inirial"]

 

[Carré Inirial]

The glass in her hand was vaguely wave shaped, sending the phosphorescence of the durindfire rippling along its surfaces. It warmed her mouth with its spice, and sent a flash of energy through her silver gaze. It earned a soft sigh of pleasure, and Carré favored [member="Coren Starchaser"] with a slow wink and a lingering glance. "Hello yourself, handsome...hope you don't mind me dropping in..." she replied, her voice warm and lightly accented.

As his attention went to the Rodian who was also seated at the table, the Knight allowed her gaze and her attention to flicker to the others assembled at the table. Using the Force to read them would have been cheating, which she was not above doing simply to amuse herself. But she was Lorrdian and was blessed with the knowledge and ability to read the slight gestures and movements of most humanoid sentients. Most beings in a place like this had long since learned to guard their surface thoughts, and the ones at this table had excellent pazaak faces.

But Carré was accustomed to reading the nuances and shadings offered by posture, glance, or a tilt of the head. This lot would prove no challenge.

She cast her silver gaze back over her shoulder, towards [member="Rylla Aldrecht"] as she felt the girl reach out through the Force. Lofting a brow at her brazen display, the Knight nudged her sharply with her mind and sent a message to her telepathically. //Child, do be careful of your surroundings. There are monsters on Tattooine, and I don't mean the dragons.//

Her gaze turned to [member="Tharn Gor"] for a brief moment, as he had been lately standing beside Rylla. He'd taken a seat at a nearby table and procured a meal that she didn't want to contemplate too closely.

An interesting pair of beings.

Coren, however, and the deal he was in the process of striking with the Rodian commanded her attention once more. She understood most of the Huttese passing between the two, head canted to the side as she leaned forward to take up the cards dealt to her with the new hand. Carré studied her cards, feigning the greatest care in looking at them, before adding another cred chit to the pile.

 

[Abric Korne]

...the door to the cantina pressed wide once more and a broad shouldered man dressed in a dusty cloak and worn gear moved inside and out of the hot Tatooine sun that was blazing overhead outside. Once he was in the cantina his eyes adjusted to the smoke filled room quickly allowing him to scan the room of patrons while he moved towards the bar under the guidance of an easy stride. Abric Korne had come to Tatooine looking for some rest and relaxation; cantinas like this oft seemed just the kind of place for him to find what he was looking for most times...

...as he made it to the bar he'd slide a thick arm up onto its surface before calling out..."Sullustan Gin! Straight up."...the man liked a stiff drink almost as much as he liked a pocket heavy with credits, a good woman and the feel of his blood burning in his veins while blaster fire echoed around him. Abric was a warrior from a time long forgotten, a mercenary now but once a member of the Sunguard as they were after devolving into a Sith Cult ensuring he knew a thing or two about the darksiders. Looking around himself he thought he might recognize a few faces that were similarly indoctrinated but he didn't go out of his way to make any new friends...

...dragging his fingers across the face of the bar Abric would wait until his drink was delivered before tossing a credit idly at the barkeep. When he took the drink in one of his large meathooks he'd have raised it to his mouth, tipped it higher and started drinking to excess until he'd finished it all and sat it back down on the bar. A motion of the hand letting the man behind the bar know he was looking for another. While he waited he took a half spent deathstick from the inside of his cloak, placed it between his lips and started to smoke as he exhaled the crowds...

...a woman was at the bar near him, she was someone to watch from the corner of his eye, then there was a table where a group seemed to be immersed in a card game. Now that was interesting. There were several of them at the table including a man who looked like just another spacer to Abric and a woman who was rather attractive. He'd scratch his beard briefly and shift while leaning against the bar paying attention to the table while deciding whether or not to make his way over and join for a hand or two. As he shift the cloak he was wearing, mingled with the traveling garb underneath, would likely give sight to the sunguard armor he was also wearing. Never leave home without the good stuff...​

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[member="Carré Inirial"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Rylla Aldrecht"] [member="Tharn Gor"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

He kept his eyes on everything and everyone, doing his best to eavesdrop, and hear what happened between Lizard Man and the dark side girl. Hell, Coren even heard what was ordered for a meal. There was a bit to be said for being situationally aware, and it did keep people alive. Sure, maybe Coren wasn't all there, in his head, anymore, but he was alive.

Sort of.

He could sense that the older Sith and the younger one were pushing the Force between themselves. He didn't know what it meant, the fact he could gather the dark side from them was good enough. But apparently that was how he was trained, before the freeze and the amnesia.

The Rodian, however was talking about a convoy. And getting a large transport to change course. Oh, that is just wonderful, right? Coren wasn't too worried, even without the Force, he was able to typically find someone who would back him up, for a price. Looking at the group, and playing his hand, not anything too good, but now it was just prolonging the game to talk.

Then there was the new comer. Still, he was focusing on the job.

The Rodian slid a datachip into the pot for the next hand, meant Coren needed to win that one, get the chip, find the ship, get on his way, get the supplies and make the rendezvous. Nothing like old times.

[member="Abric Korne"][member="Carré Inirial"] [member="Rylla Aldrecht"] [member="Tharn Gor"]

 

[nismodriver]

The cantina doors opened once more dressed in my custom home made clothing. Fancier than you usually see, with not a spec of dust on them. (Due in part to dusting my clothes off for a whole minute...gotta impress the ladies) Not a place I usually go to. but hey my routine day of maintaining my speeder craft, and logging hours of flight simulation for the x-wing I was assigned to was done. My eyes to scanned for the dimly lit smoke filled room and quickly spotted [member="Rylla Aldrecht"] and [member="Carré Inirial"]. I was about to walk over to the table to join the game but I got a sudden chill up my spine. I sensed something I have never felt before like a dark aura was in the room. Something was afoot and now wasn't the time to focus on the ladies, attractive as they were.

"Deal me in next hand" I said . I tossed some credits chips on the table, pretending to be interested the game, but all the while analyzing the situation around me. What was this aura I felt and why now. It seems like it was coming from two females, great just my luck I thought what next?

 

[nismodriver]

I have heard of the force from my father, who told me many tales from his service in the Rebel Army, fighting the Imperials or so he says...he is a general in rank and expected me to join the academy. So I did and became a pilot after my mother had died.

The situation in the cantina was tense everyone was watching, eavesdropping and some most like using the ways of the force to analyze the other. None taking any major action aside from drinking, smoking and gambling. But something was about to happen I was sure of it. Everyone was pondering what their next chess move was going to be so to speak, time to make mine...

"You there," I nodded to [member="Carré Inirial"]," you know of the ways of the force?" She ignored me as expected her focus for the moment was [member="Coren Starchaser"], but she too was about to make a move and I not talking about the card game...she was multitasking mulling over the presence of [member="Rylla Aldrecht"].

"Tell me your name, " again I insisted a response" and what really brings you here? My heart was racing and the cold chill down my spine intensified as she turned her attention to me....

 

[Carré Inirial]

Deep, glittering silver eyes swept across the occupants at the table as she awaited their moves, glancing briefly at each one of them in turn. It would seem fleeting to the casual observer, a simple sizing up of those arrayed against her. But, the hand she held was lost already, so she folded at an opportune moment to minimize her loss. In reality, the credits meant little to the woman, but she still winced a bit theatrically and threw her cards on the table to be shuffled into the next deal.

Carré lifted her gaze to [member="Coren Starchaser"] and offered a smile that spoke more than words could. The job the Rodian was in the process of hiring him for would need more than simply him to complete. The darkness that she harbored flickered with warmth at the rare dialect of Huttese passing between them at a whisper.

Her smile turned a touch wicked as she gathered up the cards that had been dealt out again, and lofted a brow as she reached toward Coren’s mind with a tendril of her own energy. He was...Force sensitive. Of that much, she was certain, but his alignment was in question, as his Force signature seemed...somehow fractured. How very peculiar.

Before, however, she had a chance to delve further, a reflected flash of gold caught her attention from the bar. Carré tossed a brief glance over her shoulder, needing little more to recognize the Sun Guard armor carried comfortably by [member="Abric Korne"] as he stood at the bar. She’d have to keep an eye on him, which, given the reflective panel above the table, she’d be able to do without overtly using the Force again.

It was the young upstart at the table who had sat himself down without so much as a by your leave that truly rankled her. Rankling a Sith who was over five hundred years old was never a good idea, kids, make note of that. Granted, she’d spent most of that time in stasis, but that was a trifling detail that doesn’t sound nearly as epic.

Silver eyes darkened with a flash of energy as turned her gaze to [member="Reneck Duval"], her expression cool and collected in spite of the urge she had to take a dull spoon to his eye socket. “You have not earned the privilege of my name with that behavior, nor will you ever be likely to do so.”

Draining her glass and picking up her new cards as they were dealt, she lofted a brow and tilted her head towards him one last time. “My business is my own, child, and nothing you need concern yourself with.” Shifting slightly in her seat, she paid him no more attention, though her senses remained on alert. Children these days were known to be foolilsh.

Instead, Carré turned her gaze to a far more pleasant visage, and once again extended a discreet tendril of her mind to Coren’s. Fingers reflexively tossed a cred chit to the pile as the wagers began, her cards held closed together atop the table. //Sounds like you’re going to need a hand there, handsome...maybe I can help.// she murmured softly through the Force, mind-voice laden with a depth of interest that went beyond the prospect of mere employment.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Wasn't much that bothered Coren. Never was (supposedly), aside from people who were out of place. Acting with confidence was one thing, but being brash and clearly approaching people who were busy doing adult things? That was something else. Sure, everyone needed to learn somewhere, but first they needed humility. Look at that, a Starchaser talking about humility. But he learned the Force and smuggling (initially) through his father. He just knew how to handle himself in the quote unquote underworld nowadays. It was second nature.

Sure, he and the Force were a bit of... out of sync, but he knew enough so far. And that was what he needed. To keep his eyes open on everything. That was when he watched the kid. Really? He was approaching HER? Not a good move, sport.

He didn't like the idea of someone new coming into the fray. That was going to complicate things. He wanted a nice easy job, he heard of the prize at the end, but some kid getting in the way? Ice blue eyes shot to Carre as she reached out to him, then back to the pot and over to slugger over there.

He was able to reach out with the Force, but... even with the holocron of his family, he wasn't able to do much. Yet. Pinhole view of the Force and all. He was going to fix that, he'd unlock the secrets he needed. So long as everyone stepped back. Cards were rigged a bit, when they needed to be, and this was going to be the hand he'd win for the datachip.

The Rodian nodded. One more hand after the win and Coren would get on the mission. There were supplies and apparently it was a military convoy. He really did want a new ship, give him and Kelly more options than his YT-2000. Playing his hand, he waited to make sure that he was indeed winning.

But one skill he DID have was his ability to locate just about anything. Might not need the chip.

[member="Carré Inirial"] [member="Reneck Duval"] [member="Abric Korne"] [member="Rylla Aldrecht"] [member="Tharn Gor"]

 

[nismodriver]

"Child? I'm 21 I have you know and you look not much older!" I said almost to my self as again as [member="Carré Inirial"] was again focused on [member="Coren Starchaser"] , "sheesh he's not THAT good looking...stop swooning." I muttered to myself. Its was too bad she was a looker but although I wasn't a hunk. I'm not ugly either and my clothes were of enough flair and coated with pheromones from around the galaxy or least that was what the vendor said when I bought the pheromones...but I had a feeling I was out of my league both with her and the game if I wasn't careful I would lose all my money I was allotted as a pilot each month.

Hell with it, "All in!!!!!" I yelled the cantina grew silent. I focused my mind as much as I have in my life I couldn't tell if [member="Coren Starchaser"] was a force user but [member="Carré Inirial"] had a dark vibe that screamed the dark side of the force. I had no guided training in the ways of the force but from the stories my father told me I was 100 percent sure he used the force. He often said he still saw my mother from time to time long time after she passed, I have too...I closed my mind as hard as I could to being read...now was I bluffing or not? I didn't seem to think so unless the card game was rigged but would they fold under the pressure or I would I lose regardless?

 

[Breanna Volsh]

[SIZE=12pt]Tatooine the reputation of the planet had long been told throughout the galaxy. The warnings of Hutts, Cartels, and mercenaries had been repeated more than once. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Covered in a cloak of many colors the woman walked through the doors of the nearest cantina. Her crystal blue eyes scanned the room. The smell hit her and her nose wrinkled as her senses were assaulted sweat and alcohol a pungent combination one that would keep most women at the front door but not Bree.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]There was much going on in this room she just happen to have a layover heading home. Bree wondered would anyone there question the sudden appearance of a well-dressed female zeltron was she a distraction?[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]She reached up and slid back the hood that revealed her hair a combination of shades of purple and blues accented by the light pink of her skin. She could feel the eyes upon her she smiled and nodded back to one and all that would take such a greeting. Long toned legs showed from beneath the cloak, manicured nails painted white tipped her fingers. A female zeltron knew how to dress and act in the confines of many spaces this one required no fear.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She took note of the crowd and headed to a place where she could watch the action rather than be part of it. Her presence could cause a distraction itself today she was not in the mood. The trip had been long and unfruitful she wanted only to have a drink something hearty to eat and hear the local gossip.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Smiling at the bartender she made her order for something strong while she waited she pushed off her cloak to reveal the black form fitting jump suit. Her drink arrived a quick inspection of the glass told her he had washed it before giving it to her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Bree established herself at the bar her presence alone could alter the sensations and emotions of those around her. She could make anyone feel good just be feeling good herself.[/SIZE]

[member="Reneck Duval"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Carré Inirial"] | [member="Abric Korne"]​

 

[Tharn Gor]

Tharn sat eating his meal in silence as activity in the Cantina increased steadily.

Somthing glinted from the direction of the bar and Tharn turned his head to have a look. A large human ([member="Abric Korne"]), mercenary from his look, was standing having a mug of gin. Like many of the others he seemed to be content in his drink. Tharn saw a second glint of light coming from under the man's robes. He was wearing an elaborate suit of armour, but Tharn could not quite make out what sort. He made a mental note to examine the man more closely given the opportunity.

The card game at the odd corellian humans table had become interesting again . A young upstart, intent on speaking with the gloved human who had brushed by Tharn earlier, had joined the game. Tharn wasn't sure exactly what was going on between the corellian and the rodian but he had surmised some sort of deal was taking place and the new entrant had thrown the others at the table into a momentary dissaray as they all reacted to the man's abruptness.

A data chip was in the pot, Tharn surmised it had something to do with the corellian/rodian deal that was in progress. He raised an eyebrow in surprise when the human new comer made a play for the pot. Meddling in business deals on Tatooine is asking for trouble. Tharn wondered if the anyone would cheat to get the prize, but that is also risky on Tatooine, assuming you get caught.

His meal consumed Tharn turned his olfactory senses to learning more of the Cantina's patrons. It was not an easy task given that the cantina reeked of dung, food, alcohol and blood but Tharns Trandoshan senses served him well.

Tharn picked up the smell of carbonite coming from the corellian spacer ([member="Coren Starchaser"]). It was faint and Tharn could not establish how long ago the man had been frozen but it was present, likely preserved in the pores of his skin. Tharn wondered if humanoids understood how much thier smells gave away about them. He shrugged, locked the corellians scent away in his memory and continued his survey. The gloved human female ([member="Carré Inirial"]) also gave off the scent of hibernation, although hers was more of a stasis rot as opposed to carbonite, but Tharn could not be sure. He raised a scaled eyebrow at the coincidence that these two individuals found themselves at a single table. Tharn got a whiff of the young upstarts ([member="Reneck Duval"]) overpowering cologne and held back the urge to sneeze. Humans are so strange he thought to himself.

A lavishly dressed Zeltron ([member="Breanna Volsh"]) entered the Cantina catching Tharns eye and nose. She was attractive, for a humanoid, but her scent was very different from the others. Tharn had heard stories of Zeltrons being able to alter moods with their pheromones, whether those pheromones would impact a reptilian like himself he wasn't sure but he closed off his olfactory receptors anyway and returned to watching the cantina's patrons with his eyes.

 

[Jon Burke]

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Breanna Volsh"] [member="Carré Inirial"] [member="Tharn Gor"] [member="Rylla Aldrecht"]



There was one other person in the bar. Someone either unnoticed or ignored by the others. A perpetual smirk twisted his lips into what some might mistake as a smile; but, despite appearances, he was NOT smiling tonight.

Hunched down in the rearmost booth, Jon grimaced with each new arrival. Frak, the place was filling up fast; not to mention that at least two were sith. After months of a self-imposed exile, staying in the shadows was reflexive and he thought a Tatooine cantina probably a poor choice of places to change that habit. None-the less, he dropped his Quey-tek force concealment and sat up straighter. He didn’t sense anyone in the cantina that posed him any threat. From a bored curiosity, he wondered how long it would take the other force users to notice his presence.

Jon was sure as wily as Dallas was he would avoid this cantina like a plague. He hadn’t survived being the jedi guardian of the Arkanis sector for 2 decades without learning the need and having a deep appreciation for caution. That just made finding his uncle that much more difficult; but, after all the family had been through of late, this inconvenience seemed trivial. He knew several of Dallas’ other likely haunts; he would try them next.

Focusing on a more immediate problem, he looked at his empty glass with growing impatience. He knew the place was busier than normal, but, there were priorities. He used the force to give the bartender a gentle tweak; which the man perceived as something akin to a needle being driven into his temple. Grimacing, he looked in Jon’s general direction even though he had no idea of the source of his sudden headache. The desired effect was caused; however, as Jon held up his empty glass. The bartender nodded and poured another glass.

A fresh Whyren’s was soon placed on the table in front of him. “Three cubes of ice,” the buxom waitress said showing she remembered his preference as she removed the empty.

“Perfect,” Jon replied with a teasing smile as he gave her twice the number of credits as the drink cost. Jon tipped well when served well. “Oh, and do your boss a favor, sweetheart. Make sure this doesn’t run out again.”

Whyrens in hand, life was once again manageable. He turned his attention back to watching the crowd. Opportunities oft appeared in the most unexpected places.

 

[Breanna Volsh]

Bree turned her head hearing the male voice it sounded a bit perturbed crystal clear blue eyes scanned till they rested upon the speaker. Now Bree was like any healthy zeltron she had a romantic heart, healthy appetite, long toned legs, and could drink. Picking up her glass she inched closer to [member="Jon Burke"] .

She smiled encouragingly at him. He was a fine looking male there were others who were just as fine. She liked the scruff on his face, the look of tan on his skin, and piercing blue eyes. "Would you like some company ?" She asked softly as she brought her glass up to her full painted lips.