Private Life Long Bonds

[Jayrenel Metrum]

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Spoiler: Music IC

Most might come to Canto Bight for the casinos or cantinas. Made sense considering the coastal city was on the otherwise barren planet of Cantonica. Its capital provided people with many ways to gamble the day and night away, or even their lives if they failed to pay when it came to crime. There was no escaping that damned dichotomy no matter where you go in this galaxy.
Maybe peace was really just as artificial as the sea that flanked this city. The wealthy and the elite were doing fine, organized crime rings were doing all right amid the police, and in between were the denizens just trying to have a good time.

Desert. Ocean. One woman mused, having nothing better to do as she watched the viewscreen above the bar that cradled her arms. Tables behind her, seats beside her, but her eyes were glued to an advert for frozen yogurt. This world is just another jungle. Thoughts unrelated to the commercial. Not that they mattered anyway.
Though Dr. Jayrenel Metrum sat in a cantina called Cratom, she hadn’t come for cantinas or casinos, racetracks or to gaze at viewscreens. Whatever her purpose, her reasons for being in this city, she already wanted the bartender to take back her drink.

“Here you are,” offered said bartender as she set a glass between her hands. Volcanic glass, maybe.

“What’s that?” Jay asked.

“It’s a cocktail. You asked for a cocktail.”

“No, I asked you to give me a refreshing drink. I wasn’t expecting a kriffing monolith.” She sat on her stool blinking like a fool. “You could summon a Sith Lord with this.”

“You want a pint, you gotta go to the cantina.”

Jay looked around. “I thought this was a cantina.”

The bartender smiled back. “It’s a Shimian cantina.”

Jay didn’t know what that meant but shrugged it off and moved on. “Well, what the hell. Here’s to new experiences!” She sipped the whozitwotzit and licked her lips. It was surprisingly delicious. If expensive as shit. The music’s lyrics were apt at least: If this galaxy was one giant jungle then this establishment was a safari and she was just another elephant in it if out of her element. Whatever that meant.

Aron Thress

 

[Aron Thress]

Aron never expected to find himself here in Canto Bight. The nightlife wasn’t typically something he cared for, but recent experiences he had gone through had made him want to expand his own horizons, add more pleasant memories.

Canto Bight was on the short list for destinations that could provide that kind of escape, and Aron happily walked into Cratom fully intending to partake in those new experiences.

He approached the bar, seeing a spot open next to a woman with colorful hair, and saw the drink she had in front of her. “I’ll have one of those,” he said, pointing a finger to the glass she had in her hands, to the bartender who looked at him briefly before smiling.

“Coming right up,” the bartender responded, preparing the drink and placing it in front of him.

Aron grabbed it and took a small sip,
“Oh, that’s dangerous,” he said with a smile, looking at the Bartender who chuckled annd left down to bar to attend to other patrons, and then at the woman. “You order drinks like this often?” He asked, taking a deeper drink the second time.

Jayrenel Metrum

 

[Jayrenel Metrum]

Spoiler: Music IC

It was an interesting contraption to say the least. Was it volcanic glass, really? It was certainly unique. Jay spent as much time with her gaze on the sable plated monument of an object’s face as she did sipping its contents. Is this thing…looking at me..? She blinked, half-expecting it to speak.

“I’ll have one of those”, someone spoke. A stool on her side. A guy on her right. A young one. Hair longer than her own with a dirtier shade of blond. Not that it mattered. Jay just gazed at him now wondering how anyone would actually order this drink unless they already knew what it was to begin with.

Then again, if this was a Shimian establishment or whatever the heck then maybe it was right up this guy’s alley as much as his cup of tea. Not that it’s tea of course it’s more like a fruity rooty tooty— “Hm’what?”

She suddenly realized he was speaking to her after the bartender. “Oh. Uh... Only when I’m lonely and need company.” She flicked a fingernail against the cocktail. Narrowed her gaze, blue into brown, eyes into eyes. “It…speaks to me…somehow...listening...”

Tilted her head. Inclined her ear. Took a sip. Licked her lips. Tried her best to be amusing. Generally failed at it but oh well what the hell. “Kidding. I don’t even know what the kriff this is but it’s pretty delicious.” Clearly he agreed. And it has a kick. Shit.

Jay looked around again as the music shifted. “You come to places like this often?” She sure as chit didn’t.

Aron Thress

 

[Aron Thress]

Aron looked at the woman, feigning a deep curiosity and concern in his eyes,

“What does the drink say to you. What secrets does it hold?”

He slowly deadpan turned his head towards his own drink ahead of him, and whispered, “What are you, o intoxicating one?” He turned back to the woman and laughed,

“Well, between me and the two drinks, I think you have plenty of company.” He said with a smile, grabbing his drink and taking another sip before placing it back down and shaking his head,

“Not really,” he said, answering her question, “But I’m one for new experiences. This drink,” he gestured a finger towards the cup, “is definitely a that.” He finished, turning towards her. “What about you? Come into a bar and just ask the bartender for a drink you don’t even know what it is?” He took a deep drink of his glass and exhaled sharply after setting it back down, the alcohol that was hidden in taste launching a full assault on his senses,

“What kinda champion does that?”

Jayrenel Metrum

 

[Jayrenel Metrum]

Spoiler: Music IC (Recurring)

There was something reassuring about the two of them sharing the same seat. Not literally but at least her company was partaking in the same experience within this unique establishment, with potentially mutual thoughts on ‘My what an unusual drink’ and ‘Why is that man on the other stool licking his hand?’.

Prolly cuz he’s had more drinks than me. Jay thinks as she agrees with a deep drink of her own alongside her drinking partner sharing the zone. “Meh,” another tilt of the head. “One thirsty for a drink after a hard day’s race. Maybe.” Chewing on the notion that she might be a champion.

“I asked for one and bartender gave me…” Jay blinked at the obsidian object again. Turned the face away from her gaze. “...Mount Leafhead or whatever the heck—”

“I LOVE PINK EGGS” Roared a patron on her left before dropping his head onto the counter.

“Heh. Guess he buried his nose in one too many volcanoes am I right?” Jay asked the bartender as much as the guy on her right. This is gonna be a wild night.

Aron Thress

 

[Aron Thress]

"I like his spirit," Aron said with a chuckle, grabbing his drink and downing the rest of it in one, and signaling the bartender for a refill.

"The face on the drink is a little concerning," he said, eyeing the glass as the bartender set down the full replacement and took away the empty. "I wonder how a part of the experience it is. You know, like you get a sizzling plate from one of those restaurants and they bring it to you and it's still like....cooking on the plate they brought? Maybe the face is like... I dunno.... critically important." He studied the face on the glass.

"How deep am I supposed to contemplate you?" He asked quietly, getting close to the drink. He felt his head start to get fuzzy, "O--ohhhhh. Maybe it was a bad idea to drink it all that fast." he said, rubbing his forehead. He looked around the bar, and observed that not many people were drinking in moderation. Everyone had one goal on their mind: Not remember the night.

He turned back to his drink, and shrugged his shoulders slightly before raising the drink to his lips and taking a deep drink. He set the drink back down and felt himself wobble. His hair fell down infront of his eyes and he ran his hand through it, forcing it back behind his ears.

"I...yuh....s-so how'ryou?" He asked, turning his head to her and blinking as he tried to maintain his grasp on reality.

Were the drinks that strong? Or am I a lightweight?

Jayrenel Metrum

 

[Jayrenel Metrum]

Spoiler: Music IC

“I like his spirit” said the guy on her right. “He liked his spirits” said the bartender before stepping aside to serve the guy. Wow. Jay’s eyes went wide after her partner-in-spirit-and-spirits downed his drink. Signaled for a refill as if he would be here until he had his chest and stomach full like a pirate with an emptied keg. Or till he ends up shouting about how he likes pink eggs.

On her end, Jay was still flirting with the remains of her first order. It did have a kick like an asskicking Rybet with a grin, and never mind the pirate. What the chit? Thoughts tended to just happen like a crashed pilot. But she wasn’t so drunk yet. Not like the guy beside her would be any moment from this.

“Heh. You’re telling me!” Regarding their shared drink being a little concerning. He spoke of sizzling plates as though they were in some barbecue place. Mmm…THE EGG… The egg and the bacon and the spinach and the steak, to be specific and plain as day. Only it was evening and still early as far as spirits and volcanoes were concerned.

“Maybe…” Was the only response Jay could afford as she followed suit, downed the rest of the dangerously delicious contents and knocked on the counter for the bartender with a “HIT ME AGAIN BABY” and was promptly served another whatever.

“Nah nah nahhh you don’t contemplate it.” She sniffed, clicking her fingers, but it wasn’t a -snap-hiss!- like a lightsaber. Whatever that meant. As her new best friend straightened his beautiful long locks she thought they ought to belong on her own blonde head.

“I’m great and straight now shut up and listen kay hey two straws pronto!” Slapped that counter. Asked that bartender. Two metallic contraptions made for sucking through appeared for two. “Okay okay on two. One…TWO.” Jay wrapped her lips around the straw and drank as though someone had asked her to draw. Swallowed. Rotated her shoulders. “How ya doin’ soldier?” Is this…music…maybe a…trampoline..?

Aron Thress

 

[Aron Thress]

"I never thought you weren't strra...-" Aron's voice trailed off before he drunkenly blinked and cocked his head to the side, then pursed his lips together as his little drunken brain struggled to connect the dots.

"D'YOU THINK I'M A GIR-" he started to ask before two straws were placed in her second drink. He barely had time to register before his new drinking companion shouted "TWO"


To what? he thought, then noticed her drinking "Oh!" he exclaimed before lowering himself to the straw and drinking along side her. Together, they downed the drink in no time flat, and when she asked Aron how he was doing he stared at her with eyes wide.

"IIiiiiiiiiiiiiii...." he answered, before nodding. Content in his answer, he smiled and pointed at the bartender, then at the bar, and nodded again.

Jayrenel Metrum

 

[Jayrenel Metrum]

Spoiler: Music IC

Jay began nodding to the new music tunes with the music in the tunes and tunes in the music. Drums and lyrics. Can’t place his accent. Doesn’t matter anyway. Jay’s more interested in his sunglasses as he raps on the viewscreen.
Her drinking buddy stole her attention the next moment. Jay snapped to attention. That meant she lazily turned her head and blinked into her companion’s face as if she had only just met him this instant.

“Whoooo’re you again how’d you get— Oh. Yeah. Oh. Yeah! OH YEAH!” She agreed with his finger at the bartender. Yeah. Definitely. “Oya we definitely drink more need.” Jay grinned happily, wide with full teeth, as he sighed his "IIiiiiiiiiiiiiii...."

“Iiiiiiiiiii..?” She inclined her head and gazed into his eyes. “Ohhhhhh I seeeeee…you mean eyyyyyyyyyes!”

Instead of a high five Jay suddenly gave him a mighty slap on the back as if she was petting some big teddy bear. “Eyes into eyes like pie am I right my guy? Oh hi that rhymes! Fly! Cry!”

“You two sure you want another?” Asked that bartender. "You seem to already be high on cloud nine."

“I am the princess, kid!” Jay drummed the counter. “Put some more stuff in the thing stuff goes in.”

Aron Thress