Busy Night At The Bar

[Bato Golden]

Once again, Bato laughed. "I'd hardly call it gladiatorial, that's way too much credit. Most of the work is storytelling and camera work. Y'know, getting good angles so the fight's visible and you don't have to do a bunch of cuts, making the fight reflect the story and the character's personalities, that sort of thing."

He leaned back in his chair and stretched out his arms. "Aside from a tournament or expo here and there, it's been ages since I've been in a good fight. And certainly never to the death or anything like that."

"Still, what's with the gangsters and all that? You guys get hired to do security a lot?"

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[Tanomas Graf]

A man silently appeared in the doorway to the bar, a man with a grizzled face and a well kept pearly white beard wearing a black trench coat. Booted feet would've made contact with the floor as he strode over to the bar. Anybody knowing the active bounty list or up to knowledge of the events along the Mara Corridor would've recognized him near-instantaneously as former First Order Admiral Tanomas Graf, worth three million credits alive to the Order and their spiteful Grand Moff.

It was an extreme risk to show his face in this part of Nar Shadda, but he was in the area on ‘business’ and his throat was dry. Taking a seat he motioned over to the young bartender “A large glass of brandy, on the rocks, and a cigar if you have any” He stated, quietly observing the other occupants. A bounty hunter perhaps, a man with blades, and the last with a bowl of ice. Not the weirdest crowd the old man had seen. Graf quietly waited for his drink, hopefully without a fight.

[member="Zhin Zondaar"] | [member="Darkul Elahad"] | [member="Fenick Starline"] | [member="Bato Golden"]

 

[Zhin Zondaar]

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Another had joined the party. An older looking fellow who requested something strong. He fulfilled it shortly after grabbing a glass. "Enjoy. And sorry, can't help you with the cigar." he said setting it in front of the man. This man seemed familiar to Zhin but he couldn't figure out who he was. It wasn't really a thought worth exploring though. The conversation of the other men was still lively so he observed from a distance, not really having anything to add.

 

[Fenick Starline]

[member="Bato Golden"] [member="Zhin Zondaar"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] @Darkhul Elahad

"If by security you mean going in and blowing their headquarters up, then yeah!" Fenick said, draining another glass of tihaar, "I get a lot of jobs from local crime bosses and gang leaders-you know, people who can afford to hire me-and then do whatever it is that needs doing. Shoot up a rival gang, escort His Supreme Excellency So-and-So's package of high-quality gorogs, make sure the daughter of So-and-So the Red makes it through the night, track down the Mr. Moron that ran off with a Hutt's favorite dancer; I've done it all my friend!" Fenick turned when another man walked into the bar, and suddenly, his blood turned to ice. A familiar rush of adrenaline surged through his veins, and his fists suddenly clenched.

The man who just walked in was on a bounty posting, and not just any bounty posting, but a flipping 3 MILLION shiny-looking-very-good-in-your-pocket-this-is-going-to-be-the-easiest-payday-ever CREDIT BOUNTY POSTING! Like any good bounty hunter/mercenary/bodyguard, Fenick always kept a very watchful eye on possible jobs. A lot of the more well-paying ones were out of his reach, as he had no ship and truthfully no real incentive to leave Nar Shaddaa, but he checked the highest numbers anyway, just in case a day like this came and one literally landed right in his lap. And here it was, heaven on Force-forsaken-Earth.

"Excuse me, my friend," he said to the actor, "But I have a pressing matter to which to attend." Throwing a little swagger into his walk, though tense as a stalking manka cat on the inside, Fenick sauntered up to the grizzled old man at the bar.

"This guy's drink's on me!" Fenick said, "He looks like he needs it!" Fenick clapped the man on the back with the last word. Hopefully, with the strong Mandalorian alcohol on his breath and his erratic behavior, he would appear drunk. That would be good. The man wouldn't perceive him as a threat, and that would give Fenick the advantage. Suddenly, he squinted at the man, as if trying to put a name to a face.

"Haven't I seen you before?" he asked.

(OOC: $10 to the first person to recognize the SWTOR reference in this post )

 

[Matreya]

Darkul shook his head, "Not much, but that doesn't mean I have an aversion to sec life, or the 'gangster' problems plaguing the galaxy. I simply don't get hired often by those types." He said, then walking over toward the dart board, he plucked the blade free of its puncture marks, "Personally I tend to work with my sect, thats... uhm... kind of like a Mandalorian Clan if you will. We are hired for bigger jobs: take down this herd of predators endangering blank city, find me this rare mineral in bulk, etcetera." By that point he once more was in front of his drink, which he noticed was no longer salted properly, likely due to his saliva from the last swipe.

As he went about resalting the rim, Dark looked to the elder gentleman that had just come in, also shot down over the cigars, "I have a cigarette if you would like?" With that he, not thinking about being in public and the general distaste of Force users, plucked the pack from his pocket. It was placed on the bar near him before he had even thought about it.

"So what about you tender, what's your shtick? Just work here every day?"

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[Zhin Zondaar]

[member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Darkul Elahad"] [member="Fenick Starline"] [member="Bato Golden"]

One of the men asked him a question he could answer comfortably. "Yep. I wake up, get ready, drink my daily dose of liquor, and head here. Then I make drinks for people with interesting backgrounds. It's a pretty good life." he said to the man with blades. Bartending isn't a job that requires any special skills, anyone could do it. It is that very reason he works as one. "I know. Pretty boring, right?" he said let out a laugh.

Zhin was concerned with the merc behavior with the older looking man but didn't show it. No matter how much he avoided thinking about who he was, the thought wouldn't leave his head. Luckily the man did the finding out for him. Greeted him and saying he'd pay for the older man's drink. He knew something interesting would come out of this.