Every Friday Night [Aaralyn Rekali]

[Addam Finn]

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Apocalypse Now Cantina

As was custom for the Republic's finest, the drinking had started early. The boss had called it a day at 1500h, which was typical on Fridays at the barracks, and the beers were cracked open not long after. It was now nearing midnight local time, and the boys had been drinking for almost nine hours straight. Averaging a leisurely three drinks an hour (they had switched over to Vaapad Lessons at around 2000), they'd likely be drinking for another four. That was unless a fight or the prospect of picking up cut their night short. If not, they'd likely not get home until the sun came up. That was the culture of the Republic Army, and Addam Finn was one hundred percent for it.

"If that muthafracka shows his face, mate, I'm gonna frackin' bash him." That was Backa. Of the boys in Finn's platoon, Backa was probably the second or third biggest psycho. He was also Finn's best mate. In the Army, one doesn't choose his friends. He just goes with the flow. In response, Finn grabbed his mate by the collar and pulled him close, grinning bloodily. Backa met Finn's grin with a fierce one of his own. "I frackin' love you mate."

"Love you too, you rude-lidded aekwali."

"Best friend I ever had."

"Best friend I ever had."

The two soldiers roughly touched foreheads and then downed their drinks. Finn pushed the empty glasses off of the table and watched them shatter. Both mates grinned fiercely again, and then scanned the hedonistic scene in front of them. Drugged university students and tourists dancing wildly on the dance floor while red lights flashed. What were they looking for? A fight or a pull ... or on a good night, both. This was what Addam Finn lived for. This is what he had to look forward to during his working week. This is what it meant to be a soldier. Always looking to dominate the room. Never losing.

A blue, or a bird ... either way, damn good night.

[member="Aaralyn Rekali"]

 

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[SIZE=10.5pt]A Cantina? [/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]Aaralyn brought hands concealed in black leather to her temples and began rubbing them gently. Why is it everytime she felt something within the Force, a tremor or even a small ripple that called to her - it seemed like it began at a Cantina? Was this some sort've joke? Maybe it was someone she knew within who had she had told of her travels in Wild Space and beyond that Cantina's and very lowly places seemed to be the places that she found people who were gifted in the ways of the Force. She adjusted the white long-sleeve shirt underneath her black vest as she made her way inside, the sounds of laughter and even destruction filling her ears. She moved her head to the right at the last second, dodging an incoming cannister of some filthy smelling beverage. [/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]The beings who launched it boo'ed in disappointment and began plotting their next big stunt on whomever walked through the door. Her lightsaber hilts clanked against her hips as she moved, gently pressing through the crowd, sliding a hand between a couple who was kissing in order to make her way towards the bar itself. The place smelled like a pleasure house on a hot day, causing her nose to wrinkle slightly. [/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]'I definitely, will hit the refresher after this...'[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]She mused as she looked down at a patron who was passed out at the bar and blocking her way from getting a seat. Aaralyn sighed heavily, bringing both hands up to her hair first, twisting the brown strands around her fingers and then pulling them through a hair tie she had secured on her wrist. She pulled her hair tightly, securing it into a neat and high ponytail to where the tip of her hair touched in between her shoulder blades. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]'I probably need to get my haircut sometime...'[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]She thought to herself as she then examined the problem infront of her - the passed out man at the bar. [/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]"Sorry friend..." [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]She mumbled as she brought a gloved hand to his shoulder and pulled him backwards with minimal force as possible. Somewhere, in the process of falling, the man stirred awake and cried out as he hit the ground with a thud. The sound of him hitting the ground and his hollering caused a brief moment of silence that brought the attention of the bar to Aaralyn for a moment. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]"Oh, sorry, he touched m[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]e[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]..." [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] She said with a fake look of shock on her face. It didn't matter who believed it, or if it was the truth. Half of these people wouldn't remember anything within the next thirty seconds anyways. [/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]The obnoxious noise would resume within the Cantina, and her attention would return to now open seat. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]'And now...'[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]She sat down at the bar and gestured towards one of the droids servicing the bar. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]'We wait..'[/SIZE]


[member="Addam Finn"]