Looking for Trouble

[Vash Ordo]

Location: Byss​

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Matteus had found himself once again bored out of his skull. He needed something to do and he was desperate for any kind of action. He headed to a place that was quite familiar to him, a cantina. He had practically grown up in cantinas across the galaxy, his dad dragging him along to every slimy business deal. Matteus would often wonder about what was really happening in the cantinas. He had no sense of good or bad. It was all just a grey area to him.

His eyes were drawn to the pazaak players off to the side. Card games were his kind of thing. But now, it wasn't satisfying enough for him. He sat down at the bar, squeezing between two fairly large individuals. Grabbing the bartenders attention, he decided he'd have something to drink. "One..." Matteus took a moment to think of what he really wanted. "Matter of fact, just give me something that will leave me on the floor." The bartender, and the criminals around him, chuckled.

A drink was brought back to him and he instantly began sipping. Eugh.. Whatever, it works.. The drink made his stomach turn. Matteus continued sipping the drink, pondering what he should do after he got out of the cantina. Assuming he would make it out of the cantina.

 

[Kiyen Korr]

Mynocks, Kiyen had learned back at the military academy where she'd gone to school, were parasites. They contributed nothing to the ecosystems they invaded; they just fed off of the efforts of other creatures to survive. They gathered together in swarms in deep, dark, dank places. So whenever the bounty hunter walked into a place like this, she was reminded of mynocks. Because if this wasn't a dark, dank den of slithering parasites, she didn't know what was.

Pretty much every city on every planet had places like this, each with their own collection of drunks, petty criminals, and a scattering of more dangerous individuals. Back when she was in CorSec, Kiyen would've been all for going in to each and every one of them guns blazing, shooting or arresting everyone inside, and burning them to the ground behind her. Not that she could've told her superiors that; they already thought she was too aggressive. But now these dives served a purpose. They led her to bigger nerfs to fry.

She seemed unarmed and unarmored as she stepped past the swaying, watery-eyed bouncer, stoically bearing the smell of vomit and the leers cast in her direction, but that was an illusion; she wouldn't be caught dead here without enough firepower to make a gundark run for mommy. It was all cleverly concealed throughout her clothing in sleeve holsters and hidden pockets; that way she could listen without seeming threatening but shoot her way out at the first sign of trouble.

Brushing her fiery hair out of her face, she took a seat at the bar, none-too-gently muscling aside a much larger Weequay who took one look at her "kriff off" facial expression and got the frak out of the way. "Corellian ale," she told the bartender, her voice dripping with condescending nonchalance. "In a clean glass." She didn't expect that such a thing as a clean glass existed here, but acting as if it mattered in a place like this made people dismiss her as a threat. That was good.

Glancing over to her right as she waited, she spotted a kid sitting at the bar two seats over. She probably had a decade on him, she figured, but he was nursing a big mug of the hard stuff. Kiyen snorted. "You want them to have to drag you out of here by the feet, kid? Aren't you a little young to be melting your kriffing liver all at once?" It was no concern of hers if he did; just about nobody in the galaxy meant anything to her, least of all some kid she'd never even met before. But it was a way to pass the time.

@[member=Matteus Coolix]

 

[Ellie Mors]

In the last week, or perhaps a month - she couldn't really tell by how insanely frustrating it had been for her, Silara had been shot at, chased by a police-like robot, and mentally probed back to the earliest of her most precious memories by some monster-like alien, she couldn't quite figure out neither its gender nor species, and she had just about enough of it for one life-time. Sadly, knowing her luck, it was just getting started and her visiting of Byss was undoubtedly a bad idea. However, against her better judgement, the underage girl made her way towards a small cantina, one of those kinds that you would find wedged between a shady weapons shop and a motel of sorts. As she stepped in a few of the more drunk and slovenly patrons nearest the front whistled, and his friend beside him jeered at her. "Whas' 'n 'ittle girl doin' in a place like 'tis?" He shouted, though not quite loud enough to bring everyone's attention to her, though she didn't doubt that the appearance of a teenager in a cantina, one dressed in black and white robes at that, would draw at least some attention. She glanced around once - perhaps not.

It wasn't the attention of these drunks she was worried about, she walked right passed the two knuckleheads as she made her way to the bar, flashing a small I.D to scare off the bartender, even though she didn't plan to drink. Glancing to her right, spotting a somewhat muscular man and a red-haired beauty, she saw exactly what she wasn't hoping for. In every cantina there were the regulars, the drunks and druggies, and perhaps a few normals that played cards or bet on a fight that they watched on a Holocomm. But then, on certain days like today, there were some 'unusuals'. She was perhaps only belonging to the category based off her appearance and age, but the other two a few seats away were easy to spot out of the crowd. They didn't dress as the others, even robes looked more apt than what they wore, and the way the man drank with a soured expression spoke that he didn't quite do it as often as even she had, which reminded her to raise a slender hand to grab the attention of a worried bartender. "Hello again, I hope I'm not spooking you too much!" Silara remarked with an amused smile as she tilted her head just barely to the side as the man shook his head and gave her the stereotypical cowardly smile. It wasn't that she'd threatened him, it was just that she'd made an acquaintance with someone that the man seemed to not wish to anger.

"Very good! Then I think I'll be drinking...eh.. Ne'tra gal." She continued, though she noticed his confusion at her usage of the Mando'a language, and shook her head at the prospect of a barman not knowing of a popular drink. "I'm sorry, I meant the Mandalorian Black Ale." Silara explained with a tinge of frustration, not exactly pleased to look even more different than the other patrons, as she spoke the name of the drink in plain basic. While she waited, which wasn't very long, she took another moment to look around the somewhat crowded cantina, taking particular notice of the fellow drinking swigs from a mug of what she could only imagine was highly potent stuff based off of his facial expression. She didn't say anything yet, instead turning back to give the bartender a nice smile as she gave him a small tip and took her drink from the counter. Giving the drink a taste, not fond of the times that she'd been cheated out of a proper drink, Silara was glad to find it was genuine and took a long draft of the thing and sat it down to cool her head.

[member="Matteus Coolix"]
[member="Kiyen Korr"]

 

[Vash Ordo]

Matteus continued at his attempt to drink himself into darkness. The process would be much quicker if it wasn't for the drinks taste. Out of the corner of his eye, he had spotted someone else enter the bar area of the cantina, a woman with fiery red hair. He noticed that there was something different with her. As much as he stuck out from all the others, she had somehow found a way to outdo him in attention grabbing. She took a seat close by to him, making an order for a fairly common drink. Leaving one hand on the handle of the mug, Matteus let his other hand rest under his scruffy beard. He heard a snort from the woman, followed by some words. "You want them to have to drag you out of here by the feet, kid? Aren't you a little young to be melting your kriffing liver all at once?"

He cleared his throat before answering. "What's it to ya?" Matteus leaned over the counter to get a better look at who he was speaking to. "Everyone else in this place is drinking.. or worse.. And who are you calling a kid?" His eyes locked onto her with a mean stare, angry that he had been picked out of the crowd. What does she know about drinking...? He remained leaned over the counter but had now turned his head away. Continuing to sip away at the awful-tasting concoction, someone else had caught his eye. A fairly young girl in robes. She was drawing quite a bit of attention from the crude criminals and had even order something to drink for herself.

Matteus raised an eyebrow, watching the girl operate. He felt as if he had to keep an eye on her. Something about her had frightened the bartender. Or at least it appeared that way.


[member="Silara Vantai"]
[member="Kiyen Korr"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Shiro needed the time off, he had been busy instructing people and Protecting them, But the Voices of his addiction to kill were getting louder. It would be soon he would have to make the action but not tonight. Shiro mostly disapproved of drinking but he did not care this time around. Entering the Bar area was a Man about 6'5ft and wearing ceremonial Dragon Suit. The Suit was fancy and rugged, Battle torn kinda. In his suit were two twin blades consealed by some designs. Shiro's long fine black hair followed behind him as he walked over to sit in a Bar stool.

" Give me your strongest Ale.. " Shiro said to the Bartender and glared at him with his Eyes of Pain. Shiros voice was of a man who seen almost too much in times of War, but also wanted more combat. His facial features were rough and scarred. In fact all of his body was scarred from combat, Sword cuts, Lightsaber burns, Blaster bolt burns and even some Ballistic's scarring. People in the bar look at Shiro Oddly and longer then normal when compared to other people who entered. His very presence was almost Deceitful.

Shiro now looking at the other bar patrons which included a Girl, which Shiro guessed had a sort of combat training just by her energy, A Man defending her bad habits of Drinking by starring at her and a Lovely looking red head who was currently being a smartass in Shiro's opinion. Shiro examined all them closely in till a large drink came his way and he took a big swig and groaned as it burned on the way down.

[member="Matteus Coolix"]
[member="Silara Vantai"]
[member="Kiyen Korr"]

 

[Kiyen Korr]

Kiyen shrugged; the kid was frakking defensive, and probably a little drunk already, and pushing his buttons rapidly ceased to amuse her. "It's nothing to me," she told him. "But maybe it should matter to you." The kid was on a downward spiral there, make no mistake; she'd probably be bringing him in one of these days. She leaned back, sipping her Corellian ale; it would've been easy to down it in a single pull, but that would just mean she'd have to buy another in order to keep lurking about.

Throughout the exchange, Kiyen kept her awareness on the room as a whole. People came and went, mostly the same degenerates she expected. But a few patrons stood out. First there was the slim blond girl, even younger than the kid drinking himself into a stupor and wearing some kind of dark robes. Kiyen winced on her behalf; this kind of place was not somewhere a girl of that age was remotely safe. But those robes made her think Jedi, and the freaky monks did recruit early, so maybe she was fine.

Then there was the big guy. He had almost a foot in height over Kiyen and was far more thickly built, with the scars and confident gait that would've marked him as a fighter even without his ornate armor. But that wasn't what first made the bounty hunter take notice; he carried a coldness with him that sent a shiver down Kiyen's spine, an aura of menace far stronger and more palpable than the one she cultivated for herself. The guy was dangerous, and she didn't fancy the idea of his blazing eyes falling on her.

So far as she was aware, there weren't bounties on any members of this bizarre little group. But Kiyen decided to stick around, covertly checking the weapons secreted on her person. She had the feeling that something was going to happen, and those feelings were rarely wrong. When whatever this tension she felt was boiled over, there might be a chance to make some credits, or at least to learn something profitable. So she sipped her drink and waited, eyes and ears wide open.

Whatever went down, she planned to be ready.

@[member=Matteus Coolix]
@[member=Silara Vantai]
@[member=Shiro De'Vol]

 

[Ellie Mors]

Once her brief sigh of relief had escaped her lips, just after she had sat her glass down, she realized that there were eyes on her, though for a moment she thought it perhaps to be just more of the perverse men sitting at the booths and tables behind her. Once she glanced to her right, however, she found her gaze, one of a bored and rather lonesome expression, meeting with another. It appeared she had caught [member="Matteus Coolix"] gawking at her, and from the looks of things, he hadn't really noticed it quite yet. As to not make a seen, yet, she glanced down at her mug and brought it up to her lips just as the door had swung open again. If her interest in the "unusuals" that had sat at the bar currently was not enough, the giant of a man - when compared to her anyways - making his way to a bar stool near her had anchored her interest in the motley crew. Though she didn't stare as [member="Matteus Coolix"] had at her, she couldn't help but smile a little, though it was mostly because she had noticed that he was still watching her out of the corner of her eye.

Draining the glass of its volume, she slid it towards the center of the counter, watching as the bartender quickly filled it back up for her with a weak smile before going back to tending the other patrons in the cantina. Quite honestly this sort of experience, being treated differently for knowing a few people, was entirely and completely new to her, and this was the first time she'd ever tried to spook someone in such a way. Truly it was becoming quite dull to try and scare the man, so she decided internally to stop treating him as she had, though perhaps keep her air of confidence and difference rather than reinvent herself as a more stereotypical teenager. Sliding forwards a bit, Silara brushed her right hand along her robe, accidentally exposing the custom lightsaber hilt in a dimly-lit gleam to those on her right, although she noticed it immediately and moved her robe back again to cover it up, glad to not expose anything else of hers.

[member="Matteus Coolix"]
[member="Kiyen Korr"]
[member="Shiro De'Vol"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Shiro got up bringing his drink and sat next to [member="Silara Vantai"] but gave her a space of one seat. Her subtle movements for earlier catch his attention from the corner of his eye and he had something to say about it. Shiro got comfy finished his drink and groaned as it went down again. Shiro turned his head and looked at [member="Silara Vantai"] having his dead brown eyes gaze at her, almost as if he was looking through her. He had both hands on his glass on the counter and sat in a position that hid most of his consealed weapons.

Shiro waited for the Teen to say something before he would.

[member="Silara Vantai"]
[member="Kiyen Korr"]
[member="Matteus Coolix"]

 

[Vash Ordo]

Matteus felt as if he was getting a lazy eye just by trying to keep an eye on both of the women. One was intriguing to him, the other seemed like just another annoyance in his path. In all actuality, Matteus was beginning to get drunk, beyond a point where he had ever been before. It was definitely a new experience to him. "Hey! Lisssen here missy!" He slurred his words in retaliation to the thought that he was making poor life decisions. "I can do what I wantss.. If you hav-have a problemmm with me then.." Matteus let out a hiccup. "Then t-take it to someone elth.." Letting out a drunken giggle, it was clear he had no idea how ridiculous he was sounding.

Somehow, he still had enough consciousness to catch the lightsaber hilt in the girl's possession. Wonder what that's for.. He let out another loud hiccup, leaving his stare locked in. Matteus still had some of the drink left in his mug, downing it all. He slammed the mug on the counter. "ANOTHER!" He shouted. The criminals around him all laughed in unison, one even patting him on the back. "Hanss off buddy.." He softly said. When he turned around, his mug was full again. "Say.. bartender.. wass in this drink anyways?" The bartender grinned. "You wouldn't wanna know."

Shortly after, another strange fellow had entered the cantina's bar. The man's armor was intricate and beautiful but stuck out among the rest of the dark-clothed people. The man in the armor had moved from his original seat over next to the teenager. Next to her, the man looked like a monster. Matteus hadn't even begun to touch the full mug. Not taking another sip. Have to be able to walk.. He thought. In the event of something breaking out, he wanted to be the heroic one, saving the "damsel-in-distress". Matteus watched the two silently, leaning against the counter for support.

[member="Silara Vantai"]
[member="Kiyen Korr"]
[member="Shiro De'Vol"]

 

[Sero Valrel]

A table in the back corner of the bar was getting pretty loud and it was no surprise it was a booth packed with about 8 sentients around it drinking, smoking, telling stories and best of all, playing sabacc. Sero Valrel Corporal in the 214th legion of the One Sith army was amongst them and bleeding chips as was his custom. Sero had come to Byss to relax to get away from Coruscant as it was being rebuilt after the attack by the Omega Protectorate. The OP as man called it, had come to “liberate” Coruscan. They failed, though not for lack of trying. When unable to defeat the Sith the Protectorate chose instead to drop warship down onto the palace injuring and killing many.

Sero had been in that palace. He was there defending the dark lord, his new found leader and in the process watched as his only friend nearly had his leg severed off by an Omega JedI. some protectors they were. Sero had wounds of his own, though they were no longer visible, he had spent 5 days in a bacta tank to heal the 3rd degree burns that had covered his whole body after suffering a blast of electricity that literally melted the undersuit of him armor to his body.

Yes, Sero had come here to relax and not to think about that day, but instead found himself in a bar losing all of his credits, when luck struck him. He looked at his hand and couldn’t believe it, he had an idiots array, he would have to be smart about this, play it right to win. He shoved all his credits in, every bit of wealth he had in the world now sat up for grabs, he was called, showed his cards and left a winner. Well he was forced to leave the table after being called a cheater and having his life threatened, but hey, details.

Sero walked over to the bar the sound of his combat boots hidden by the noise of the room. He looked like your average man, save for being six and one half feet tall, and the scars the littered his body, most were covered by the tank top he wore that stretched to its limits trying to cover the muscular upper half of his body. One scar the shirt did not cover how ever was the one on Sero’s face, it was a gruesome sight to look at that looked as if it must still pain him even a decade after first receiving the wound.

Sero stepped to the bar and took a seat between a young girl and a man clad in armor. He paid little mind to either. While the girl was pretty she seemed a little young and the armored man didn’t worry a man like Sero Valrel. He ordered an ale, nothing special about it really, just a nice drink. He took a sip and ignored the world around him, although there was one man who seemed to have had one to many already and he did amuse Sero just a bit. Sero had been that drunk before and he would be that drunk again, it was good to see someone having a good time.

[member="Shiro De'Vol"]
[member="Matteus Coolix"]
[member="Silara Vantai"]
[member="Kiyen Korr"]

 

[Kiyen Korr]

Kiyen rolled her eyes; the kid was digging himself a deeper hole with every slurred sentence, and frag her if it wasn't pathetic. She wondered whether her prophecy of his being dragged out into the street would come true first, or whether he would get himself maimed in a barfight leaping to defend the younger girl he kept eyeing up. Ah, young lust; and he would look so impressive when he blew chunks of his breakfast all over his little light of love there.

If the girl didn't cut off his legs with her laser-sword the minute he made a move. Kiyen had seen it, just a flicker of a silver hilt as the teenager had adjusted her robe; if she hadn't already suspected, she would've guessed a stun baton or gun. But that in combination with the robes signified to the bounty huntress that the girl had to be either a Force-monk of some kind or a really dedicated impersonator. But it was really none of her business. None of this had been.

The group of unusual patrons grew as a heavily-built soldier took his place at the bar, and Kiyen decided enough was enough; no one was going to be saying anything interesting with this great bunch of outsiders hanging around to overhear. She stood from her seat at the bar, tossing the barkeep a tip. "For when he spews," she said, jerking her thumb at the drunken kid. Then she pivoted on her heel and moved through the crowd, ducking her way back to the entrance.

Whatever was going to go on with that motley crew, she didn't plan on sticking around to find out.

[member="Silara Vantai"]
[member="Shiro De'Vol"]
[member="Matteus Coolix"]
[member="Sero Valrel"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Shiro looked at [member="Sero Valrel"] the man who walked in and frowned and then looked past him to [member="Silara Vantai"] again. Sticking his head out to see her he said lowly. " How much do you suppose Force users go for Captured now a days?" Shiros voice was grim and his gaze was hard. Shiro had seen the glimpse of the Lightsaber Hilt and was interested. Shiro leaned back and waited.

[member="Kiyen Korr"]
[member="Sero Valrel"]
[member="Matteus Coolix"]

 

[Xaefo Mardekin]

Across the street from the cantina, Xaefo sat in an alleyway, enjoying the cover of nightfall. Look at that place.. Full of scum, and murderers, and who knows what else.. He shook his head, disregarding some sour memories. He was running low on credits, but he needed to get a bite to eat, and a pint or two to drink, and this was the rundown kind of place that he'd be able to get something like that dirt cheap. With a sigh, he walked up to the building, scanning the interior. Just as he expected, mostly lowlifes wasting their time away with nothing better to spend their money on. Pathetic.. Against his better judgement, he marched past the bouncer, giving him a glare as he pushed the door open.

The sixteen year old must've seemed out of place, because it felt like everyone looked at him as he walked in. His head remained lowered as he forced his way through the crowd, focused intently on getting to the bar. He was practically steaming because he even had to be in this place. The stench and the noise was enough to make him want to turn around and just go hungry for the night. His thoughts were so scattered that he wasn't paying attention when he practically crashed into [member="Kiyen Korr"] . "My bad.." he grumbled, brushing his shoulder off before finally making his way to a bar stool.

He took an open seat to the left of [member="Shiro De'Vol"] , completely unphased by the man's brutish size and appearance. He was here for himself, not to gawk at the drunks sitting around the joint. "I'll just take water," he muttered, "Get me a bite to eat too.. I don't care what it is." His tone was low, but steely, meant to get his point across. The bartender chuckled, turning to the counter to grab what Xaefo had ordered. In the meantime, he found himself ogling [member="Silara Vantai"] . It wasn't until a glass of ice water was slammed in front of him, and a rather unappealing bowl of Apple Slug Stew was placed in front of him that he realized what he was doing, blinking a few times to banish any perverse thoughts that had went through his mind.

After sliding his payment forwards, he reached for a spoon and began to eat his meal. Cold, of course.. Too much work to heat the thing properly, but he ate it anyways. He wasn't going to get anything much better for the price he was paying.

[member="Sero Valrel"]
[member="Matteus Coolix"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Shiro slowly turned his head to [member="Xaefo Mardekin"] just simply looking at him as he drank his water and ordered his food. Shiro Guzzled down another strong Ale and was feeling a slight buzz but it would take more, It took more in the past. Shiro spat on the counter slightly aimed at [member="Xaefo Mardekin"] eating tools, a miss but nasty. Shiro grinned at said " A simple Water? and some Food? Might as well lick my spit of the counter, thats the foods equal in here." Shiro said in almost a whisper then chuckled.

[member="Kiyen Korr"]
[member="Sero Valrel"]
[member="Matteus Coolix"]
[member="Silara Vantai"]

 

[Ellie Mors]

Partially amused at the stares that she had been receiving from the drunken man down the bar, and partially annoyed with the person whom chose to sit beside her, Silara was caught in a spot of relative discomfort. This, of course, was even more pronounced as yet another irregular walked up to the bar and sat between her and [member="Shiro De'Vol"], sighing as [member="Shiro De'Vol"] questioned the bounties of Force users in the local vicinity. "Probably a good few thousand credits, depending on their affiliation and prowess." Silara replied casually, not sure if he had meant her or the other, much larger, fellow whom had walked in prior to his question. She was contemplating getting up from her seat, as the drunken mess down at the end was clearly going to pass out soon, but as she moved off of the stool she had sat on yet another irregular had walked in, making his difference from the others painfully well known by his request for water of all things. Ignoring the crowd's jeers for the contrary to occur, and she could have sworn someone called him a rather derogatory comment, Silara instead hesitated to move away, looking around first before she made her move. Noticing the blatant staring, almost as if she was being undressed with his eyes - a rather disturbing feeling to be quite honest, the teen quickly made her way towards [member="Vash Ordo"], though a reaching hand from some unreasonable groper promptly resulted in the back-handing of the man's hand, which was also followed by his body being knocked out of the chair as if pushed by some unseen force. "Shit." She thought, immediately realizing that she'd instinctively called upon the force again, and realized that if he wasn't too drunk already he may realize what she'd done and blow her comfortable cover.

Not waiting to figure out, though by the sounds of the drunken laughter from the man it seemed as though he had assumed he had merely slipped off the chair, Silara instead continued on towards the drunken man, not very pleased by the way he was being corralled by other patrons like some sort of drunk cattle to a bull. It was both disturbing to see someone be given so much booze for the sake of appeasing their musings, and it was also entirely too much to watch. Tapping the man's shoulder, and leaning in towards him, her face close to his head. "Hey, why don't you and I get out of here? I really don't like it here, and it appears that you don't really belong with this crowd either." The blonde said without bothering to lower her voice, as she doubted it would matter at this point. Of course, as usual, the drunken perverts behind her jeered and shouted at her even approaching someone, especially that someone being a drunken buffoon that couldn't even hold his liquor.

[member="Kiyen Korr"]
[member="Sero Valrel"]

 

[Xaefo Mardekin]

His expression stoic, Xaefo tilted his gaze until he was staring directly into the eyes of [member="Shiro De'Vol"] . Clearing his throat, he began to speak, "You mean to tell me this isn't spit I ordered?" He gestured to the bowl, half smirking. Spoon still in hand, he continued to eat his soup, giving the occasional fleeting glance to [member="Silara Vantai"] . The men in here sure didn't give a girl a break, did they? Pigs.. He couldn't say that the girl wasn't attractive, but at least he had some self control about it. It didn't take long before he had downed the whole bowl, and he finished his water shortly after. It was nice to get a good drink every once in a while..

A sigh escaped him as he watched the drunk try to grab the girl, although he was quite surprised by her retaliation. You've got to be pretty brave to pick a fight with someone larger than yourself- Suddenly, the drunk fell to the ground, and a simultaneous snickers could be heard throughout the bar. Xaefo shook his head, even more surprised when [member="Silara Vantai"] actually approached him afterwards. He couldn't quite make out what she had said to the man, on account of the noise, but his face lit up like Christmas lights from whatever it was. He pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes for a moment. What is that girl thinking..? Opening his eyes once again, he would continue to watch the situation from his seat.

His first assumption was that she was trying to sell herself to him, and he wasn't about to let that happen. The young girl had seemed nicely dressed, so what reason would she need credits for? Regardless, Xaefo stood to his feet, shaking his head quietly before turning to pat [member="Shiro De'Vol"] on the back. "Good talk." he said, making his way to the door. As he made his exit, he couldn't help but to notice a hefty tip, likely left by some baffoon who had too much to drink. Indiscreetly, he would stick it into his coat pocket, looking around to make sure no one had noticed what he did. If anyone did, they were rather quiet about it. He would sit outside, leaned up against the wall until the girl came out with the drunk, assuming she was going to at all.

[member="Sero Valrel"]
[member="Vash Ordo"]

 

[Vash Ordo]

[member="Kiyen Korr"] had left a tip for the bartender, valuable money that Matteus could have thrown down the drain. That was if the bartender wasn't going to spend it in a similar way. Matteus' vision was beginning to blur at this point. He could barely make out the people any more, just their general figures and voices. He noticed the figures that surrounded where his eyes were previously set at [member="Silara Vantai"] . One was the large man in armor from before, and now there were two more. Another well-sized man, sans armor. And a smaller one. If Matteus wasn't completely hammered, he'd be able to see that it was just a kid, no more than 3 or 4 years younger than him.

One of the blurs was making it's way over. It was of course the girl he had been eyeing all night, if for no other reason than the fact that she had intrigued him. Shortly afterwards, Matteus felt woozy, tipping backwards and falling off his chair, crashing into the floor. He giggled uncontrollably, too drunk to know why it really happened. Everybody was clapping, applauding the man for seemingly being a klutz. He wobbled back to his feet, leaning on the counter in front of him. Just one more sip. He thought, raising the mug.

Before it touched his lips, he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He turned around, a drunken grin on his face. She leaned in yet spoke at a normal volume. It had helped him comprehend what was happening though. Cheering was heard all around from the space buffoons. "D-don't belon.. wih thiss crowd?" His word were so slurred it barely sounded like a sentence. "Eh.. why not." He shrugged. "Lead the way!" Matteus shouted, placing his mug back down.

[member="Sero Valrel"]
[member="Shiro De'Vol"]
[member="Xaefo Mardekin"]