I Just. Want. An Ale!

[Kila Cadau]

@[member="Arrbi Betna"]

A faint smile made Kila's mouth quirk as she stepped into the Oyu'baat. Old memories - from when Mia Monroe was still Mand'alor, and Verz Horak was the Field Marshal. With a jolt, she realized that she hadn't ever managed to go hunting with him.

Now, how do you remember that, but have to go back to remember what you were going to Keldabe to buy? She asked herself, approaching the bar, ordering a cup of netra'gal in a quiet voice, and taking a seat with her back to the wall - old habits ingrained into her by three separate teachers over the course of twelve years.

A disturbance in the front of the building made the Rally Master look up and frown, her helmet resting on the bar next to her.
I just want to drink my bloody ale. Kila thought crossly, setting down the cup with a sigh, leaning forward. She wouldn't intervene unless she had to.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Betna entered the bar and stretched. This was his place, so to speak. He didn't own it or fund it or anything, but he spent enough time here to know almost all of the regulars by name and had his own tab that he paid on a monthly basis. All in all, it was his own little haven and, occasionally, the barkeep would toss him a freebie in exchange for some of the more grandiose stories he would share. Overall, it was a perfect place for the Mandalorian.

He made his way to the bar, waving at the regulars who called out or waved to him. He took a seat near the young woman at the bar and popped the seals of his helmet before setting the thing on the table. He waved at the barkeep and held up his index and middle fingers.

"Two shots of tihaar, please," he requested pleasantly. "And if you've got any Shatual left, I'll take a bit of that, too."

@[member="Kila Cadau"]

 

[Kila Cadau]

Kila's gaze snapped to the vod who sat down near her, nodding a greeting as she sat back a little farther. It wasn't that she didn't trust people it was just that...well, she didn't trust. She could never figure out why, but she had always been a pretty paranoid person. No real reason behind it, it was simply a fact that she was more paranoid than she had a right to be. And I still manage to have decent conversations sometimes. How, nobody knew.

@[member="Arrbi Betna"]

 

[Arrbi Betna]

The barkeep set the two tumblers of tihaar on the counter for the Mandalorian and left to go find the roast meat. Betna picked up one glass and gazed at the liquid inside for a moment. He watched the light play through the liquor for a few seconds before downing the shot in one go. He set the glass upside down on the counter as he savored the tihaar's burn. Feeling eyes on him, he turned his head and spotted a young woman nearby looking at him. He picked up the second glass and raised it in partial greeting and partial toast.

"Su cuy'gar," Betna said to the young woman. She was pretty to him and looked capable, but he was here to enjoy some good drink, food, and enjoy the bar. That, and he was fairly sure she'd reach unpleasantly to his clumsy advances and he wasn't so sure he'd win in a fist fight with the other warrior. So he'd just be friendly and social. "Me'vaar ti gar?"

@[member="Kila Cadau"]

 

[Kila Cadau]

Kila raised her glass as well, taking a quick swallow of the ale before setting the mug back down on the bar. Her face split into a grin as she replied to his question with typical bluntness. "Oyayc." She informed him. Maybe it wasn't the nicest thing, but maybe it was. She had no gauge whatsoever to base it on, but if she'd thought it was rude, she wouldn't have said it.

That said, Kila studied the man. Brown hair, blue-green eyes, build more like an athlete then a bodybuilder. He had a number of scars, but his face didn't seem to be made of scar tissue. So he knew how and when to duck, at least, even if he maybe didn't exercise that ability enough. Or perhaps they were old, from when he was still learning.

Realizing she was probably staring, Kila let her gaze drift around the interior of the bar before taking another, small sip of ale.

@[member="Arrbi Betna"]

 

[Arrbi Betna]

The woman's answer made Betna chuckle to himself. Oyayc. Alive. The best feeling in the galaxy, arguably. Right next to a good pint of ale and excellent company.

He realized she'd been staring a bit before catching herself and staring off. Shrugging mentally, he figured he'd introduce himself.

"Arrbi," he said politely. "Of Betna Aliit."

@[member="Kila Cadau"]

 

[Kila Cadau]

Kila took that as her cue to introduce herself as well. "Kila Cadau." She replied, inclining her head. She felt like there was something else she ought to say, but for the life of her, she couldn't think of it.

@[member="Arrbi Betna"]

 

[Arrbi Betna]

"A pleasure to meet you," Betna stated with a polite smile. "I've not seen you around the Oyu'baat before. New or returning?"

He'd been coming here a while now, though it was still relatively recent. Whether she was a newcomer to the bar or a returning regular, it didn't matter. She looked capable and experienced to him and so therefore he wanted to get to know her. Betna was always looking for business partners and such, or even just new drinking buddies. Plus, it helped that she was good looking, though her aura of experience was more valuable to him.

@[member="Kila Cadau"]

 

[Kila Cadau]

"Don't come here very often, actually." Kila responded with a shrug. "So, newcomer I suppose."

@[member="Arrbi Betna"]
(Argh, so short...I'm sorry. x_x)

 

[Arrbi Betna]

"Everyone is at some point," Betna stated with a shrug. "So what is it you do, Ms. Cadau?"

(OOC: Yeah, short here too lol Yay life)

@[member="Kila Cadau"]

 

[Kila Cadau]

"Shooting Sith when I can, taking bounties when I can't. So, I guess the average Mando job." She said with a shrug. She didn't have any particular skill when it came to mechanics or shipbuilding. She knew sniping, stealth, shooting, and stabbing. The four S's. Sneak, snipe, shoot, stab.

@[member="Arrbi Betna"]