"Next round is on me" (Open)

[Nealon Zalman]

Nar Shaddaa, Dark Melody

Nealons eyes wandered through the bar, subtly stopping on the same group of girls every once in a while, the small bar filled by the entrancing voice of some twi'lek woman singing in some language he didn't knew or really cared for. The fancy drink in his right was half empty, and every minute the glass lost a bit of its content, either in his mouth or on the floor. Drinking and the finer motoric movements didn't worked well together. Again his eyes landed on the girls, one of them giving him a shy look. Offering a warm, wide smile in return he left his eyes on her for a second, before giving her a wink and Turning to the barkeeper, waving a handful of credits chips in front of the man. Dropping the credits casually in front of the barkeeper, he turned to the rest of the bar and loudly announced to everyone there:

"Next round is on me."

Only second later, he was greeted by a short wave of whistling and cheering, as most of the guest began to make their orders, including the girl he had been looking at. It seemed like it would be another great night, in a long list of great nights, followed by not so great mornings. Well not everything could be perfect. While the drinks were shared in the bar, he allowed his eyes to wander once more, checking out who he had just paid the next round for. Money was his weakness in two ways. At the one side he wanted all he could, pilling up credits at any given opportunity, but on the other he freely threw what he saved out of the window once drinks and girls were involved. It was a never ending cycle of spending money, only to complain about spending money, followed by earning new money. Eat, sleep, throw up, repeat.

Again his eyes meet those of the girl, and he knew that she would walk over to him soon, at least if nothing else would happen. And giving everyone a drink would hopefully ensure that nothing would happen. Some dead thug in the corner of the bar, or a fist fight between two drunk idiots would kill the mood pretty quickly.

[member="Donny Hex"]

 

[Toshiro Kurojii]

Toshiro, fresh off the nearby port, tightened the sash carrying both his long and small swords before entering the tap cafe. He was itching for a drink after a pretty long wait with his rifle being inspected. He was tempted after 30 minutes to knock out the guards and proceed without permission, but he didn't want any more problems during his short resupply stop at Nar Shaddaa. He made a beeline to an empty seat at the bar, and sat down, moving his swords to his sides so he could be comfortable. "Bottle of Phattro please!" Toshiro said, waving to the bartender. Toshiro quickly rummaged through his pockets and brought out some credits before, "Sir, it's on the house, someone offered to buy one round for everyone."

Toshiro plonked the credits back into his pocket and said, "How generous. Mind pointing out who it was?" The barkeep pointed to the man who offered the round, while taking the cap off a frosted Phattro bottle. "Don't go waving around those swords in my bar." The barkeep said before attending to other customers.

"What am I? A jedi?"

 

[Donny Hex]

Meanwhile, Donny sat alone by the bar, getting wasted to drown his own thoughts. While he wasn't particularly sad in anyway, sometimes it was just fun to do things like that. It was almost a surprise that such a young face could get into a bar like this, let alone a bar at all. Luckily, his finances covered him for that. He never really worked for his own money; His parents always had it. Come to think of it, he'd never earned a single credit for himself.

Commotion erupted across the place after somebody announced that the next round was on them. Donny sat calmly and quietly on his own as people began cheering around him. He didn't seem to care, in fact he almost seemed annoyed. Why should someone else get praise for something that he could do too? It picked at his mind, but he'd let it pass until he'd get another opportunity. His eyes scanned the room, eventually meeting that of [member="Nealon Zalman"]. Their eyes contacted for a brief moment before the latter turned, paying his attention back at some girl.

"Most expensive drink you got, I don't care what." he demanded from the bartender.

[member="Toshiro Kurojii"]

 

[Talmass Erillett]

One of the patrons, a young human, Bering armor on all but his head and a rifle strapped to his back, asks the the bartender for Mayrian Red Wine. He receives his glass, and retreats to a corner booth where he pours over maps and datapads while sipping his wine.

 

[Rebekka Brek Madak]

Madak was still stuck on Nar Shaddaa, in some slightly up-class cantina, sitting next to a jedi with swords. The androgynous nagai, wearing a military surplus jacket (without the militaria pins and patches), and having a low-slung bantha-leather holster in shades of blacks and browns, was sipping at a mystery brew which was slightly green and pleasantly sour, and smelled slightly acrid as well. It was the sort of horrible drink that you loved to hate drinking, but always drank more of it for the system shock value.

Bekka had completely missed most of what [member="Toshiro Kurojii"] had said, aside from the word 'Jedi'.

"Just out of curiosity, why would a jedi like you have swords instead of lightsabers ?" he asked the robed man next to him, side-looking at the scruffy looking jedi.

 

[Sarria Raeth]

She entered the bar, not that she was always that fond of drinking, but life experience had taught Sarria that if a person wanted to really know what was going on in the general location was found themselves was to visit the local bars. Sooner or later one of the patrons were going to be drunk enough to tell it exactly as it was. Or Something would roll across the holoscreen, or something else that she wouldn't normally see or hear had she been any where else had always proven useful to her up until this point, and so that is what she hopped for by entering.

For now it seemed most of the people were speaking amongst themselves and were rather casual about it, which lead her to believe the local area at least was fair stable. If it were not the tension would be higher than it was currently. She ordered a zoochberry cream to not look out of place by not drinking. She seated herself at the bar and waited for her drink to arrive.

The requested drink arrived, the bartender sliding it to her after she had parted with the required credits. The conversation closest to her had to with swords and possible jedi. She turned her head in that direction vaguely curious as to how it would play out, and wait to see what reply he would receive.

 

[Toshiro Kurojii]

Toshiro wiped away the condensation of the top of his Phattro and took a sip. He took the time to scan the bar for anymore drinks he could afford, apart from his free bottle. After a couple seconds, he heard a man questioning Toshiro's swords. Toshiro was surprised that someone called him a jedi. He isn't particularly fond of the jedi, he finds them hypocritical and infuriating. Since Toshiro didn't have the luxury of learning about thousands of years of jedi history, he only knew the stuff his father told him about them. Corruption, espionage and trickery to get what they wanted. Even if it was for the greater good, all that power should of been used somewhere else.

"Good question... It's because I'm not a jedi. Wouldn't dare be one." Toshiro said, taking another sip of his Phattro. He adjusted his swords so he could sit more comfortably in his chair. Toshiro was blissfully unaware that his choice of clothing and that his weapons were always in sight were one of the many hallmarks of a jedi knight.

"I mean I believe in the force, but I wouldn't be a part of a ancient corrupt institution that, in my opinion has screwed up the universe to a infinite degree....... But that's just one opinion, I don't know what you think of them." Toshiro said, who usually kept his opinions to himself because his multiple employers were of many factions and ideologies.

[member="R. Brek Madak"]

 

[Rebekka Brek Madak]

"Well, you totally look like a jedi, with the robes, and the belt, and the hairstyle. Hell, all you need is a brown hooded cloak 3 to 5 sizes too big for you, and a lightsaber." he said to the not-jedi, who fiddled with his swords again. [member="Toshiro Kurojii"]

"I also agree, the jedi often do a right funny job of karking things up but good, but at least they try to make things better. Now, the Sith, their flip-side counterparts..... Those are some motherkarkers that you wanna stay away from, or die trying. I saw a sith once, across the way, and let me tell you, that this Fengawa was rolling deep in the scary. Real frelling deep. I got creeped out and mortally terrified 8 ways to next AND last sunday, just glancing, at him, from across a hangar bay." and brek sipped the green drink, and twitched at its sour strong-ness to cover a cringe from the memory.

 

[Toshiro Kurojii]

"Good advice, but I'd like to see a sith after two high caliber slugthrower rounds from 100 metres. I've heard those lightsaber thingies don't deflect bullets. Give me 5 bullets of 7.92 millimetre armour piercing and a banthaload of credits and I'll kill one." Toshiro replied, sipping his drink and scanning around the room. Toshiro turned back to the man and said , " What's your name stranger?"

Toshiro usually never socialised, not because he didn't want to but only because he was super busy with work, whatever that might of been. He has travelled a lot but never stayed to make friends, he made business contacts. Performing his jobs professionally was a priority, no matter what it was. His lifestyle needed a lot of credits to keep going. Toshiro used Nar Shaddaa to sell the animal skins which looked like more expensive animal skins, to try and fool the sellers for more credits. Luckily, it has worked. Nar Shaddaa to Toshiro was a quick money making destination, all the businesses needed raw materials and he supplied them, which varied in quality but still sold them.

[member="R. Brek Madak"]

 

[Rebekka Brek Madak]

"Most call me Brek Madak, or variations thereof. Friends get to know my first name." he said, offering his hand for a handshake, and a deviously coy smile on his face.

Madak was something of a freelancer, doing odd-jobs of this or that. More recently, he had been doing small time thump-and-fetch work for the Hutts, finding small time wanted's who always managed to disappear into the woodwork, but never quite managed to be smart enough to run off-planet in a ship. It was good enough money for food and rent, and a decent crate of ammo packs for the pistol every few weeks.

it was also fortunate because less recently, he was without a ship, thanks to some less than friendly 'friends' he had hooked up with on a 'big score' job. It didn't work out for Brek, and they made off with both his cut of the credits, and his ship. Since then, he has had to rely on the public transit freighters, which was not very fun.

[member="Toshiro Kurojii"]

 

[Toshiro Kurojii]

Toshiro would accept, and lightly shook Madak's hand. "My name is Toshiro Kurojii." He said, bringing his hand back to his half drunken Phattro bottle. He took another sip before slamming some credits down and asking for another bottle.

Toshiro bloody loved drinking. Alcohol made him more aware, made him more sociable........ all the while making him a terrifying man if he drank too much. He always had the occasional drunken fight before, which always ended up in brutal injuries and even sometimes death. Even though he had no problem killing while sober, when drunk he had no off switch. However today was not the day for mindless drinking, just a couple minutes of relaxation before flying to hunt some more animals. He didn't want to stay in Nar Shaddaa long, ecumenopolises (Cities which covered a large part or all of the planet) gave him headaches. No plants, no organic ground or river formations. Even though Toshiro liked technology, he hated the fact that he was standing on what could of been a beautiful planet.

[member="R. Brek Madak"]

[member="Sarria Raeth"]