Faction Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion (CIS)

[Aether the Iron]

Wearing: Verd Beskar'gam Mk. III​

CANTINA

The Mandalorian parted his lips to say more, but the mark of the day had begun to squirm against his bonds. Not that he was really in a position to make a fuss. Aether was half tempted to stomp his boot on the man's chest - but that would be a mood killer and things were going so swimmingly at the bar.

He looked down as Ariajai Chalaz chimed in about the bedroom, causing him to grin. "Different strokes - I can appreciate the classics." came his quip. He paused, only long enough to remove the umbrella from his beverage and to utterly slam the sugary concoction. The glass was settled upon the counter and his helm returned to his head.

Meanwhile, Katarine Ryiah was fussing about with her datapad. The Mandalorian directed his HUD with his left eye, more or less beaming his contact info onto the device. When she had a chance, she'd have his number - for hunting bounties, or otherwise. "I'd love to stay and chat beautiful, but, it's past someone's bed time." He said, tapping the bar with his fist.

"Antilles, always a pleasure. Stay hydrated."

With that said, the Mandalorian bent over and swung the mark over his shoulder.

 

[Diana Sophistica]

Objective: Have fun.
Tag: [Open to all to engage] + Mr. Antilles
Wearing:

As the woman sat at the bar, the bustling commotion of the people around the woman now met with a drink that smelled so strong, she was sure it would numb the woman straight into tomorrow if she had a few of them. Her eyes slowly sliding from the drink back up to the bartender. She looked eccentric enough and while the woman's battered constitution may make some others flinch, this woman almost came across as if she had seen it all.

It only took a second, slowly swirling the glass's contents in her brain before taking the glass up, and letting the numbing liquid seep down her mouth. The pain in her torn lip enhanced before the soft swirling heat of the drink entered into her body. It would take a while before she would fully get the effect surely, but for the time being she knew all too well it would get better. Her eyes going back to the woman in front of her ( Mr. Antilles ) and mustered in between sips:

"Well, thank you for the drink. It is... better then expected, and will surely serve its purpose."

She looked up, hearing the old emperor's name and feeling a bitter feeling rose within her. She lived under harsh conditions, and fought in many skirmishes, but would never wish for anyone to be under a situation like the ones she experienced. She looked over and almost mixed into the conversation. She decided against it, the woman ( Visanj T'shkali ) seemed in conversation with someone else and she wouldn't wish to be rude.

As she thought that, a Mandalorian ( Aether the Iron ) in peculiar armour stood up. He seemed to be in possession of an armour she particularly enjoyed the look of. His voice however made a collection of smooth sounding words that made her neck hairs stand on end. She never liked it when someone acted like that. Not that she'd never appreciated it to be considered attractive, she certainly wasn't totally unattractive, but something about it rubbed her wrong. However, she also knew that wasn't fair... it might... just maybe... be that she really enjoyed the look of the flashy armour and wondered if she could take some of those decorations to put on one of her own outfits. She sighed as she looked his way, one day she'd have to get rid of that hoarding mentality of armour... or just expand the Red Hare to have bigger storage... she pained to realize she'd need bigger storage.