Of All the Gin Joints in All the Towns in All the World...

[Scott Calaghan]

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Somewhere on Corellia​

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Scott had managed to slip away from the masters of the Ruusan temple and get away from training for a little quiet time. He decided he should go to a cantina, but he didn't feel like going to one of the downtrodden ones that have dancers and loud music, no. He went to his dad's favourite bar. The Drunken Dagger. It was an old fashion placed, still with wood floors and chandeliers instead of the glowing neon lights that most have nowadays. He had his first drink here and was going to have his last. The place had a classy, but homely feel to it. The people in here were nice and welcoming and while they may not be intergalactic pirates, they have their share of interesting stories. So, Scott fluffed his shirt and walked up to the bar and ordered a bourbon.

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

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The Drunken Dagger

A curious name. And Riletta found herself on Corellia. The days that followed her husband's disappearance and subsequent death had been hard on her. She had loved him, as much as he had destroyed her and her daughters lives and set out to destroy everything they had worked so hard for and loved, she still loved him. And probably always would. However, if one is to continue to live one must move on. Serendipity had told her as much, interesting how good advice comes from those with the least experience in the ways of the world.

But still she feels the wound of it all and to take her mind off the situation she decided to go out for the night. Riletta does not know anyone on Corellia, well anyone that would join her for a drink, most of her scientific colleagues do not indulge and remain within their respective labs. She had once told Seren she needed to get out more, and so she decided to take her own advice as well.

The transport taxi dropped her off right outside the door. She paid the man and entered the bar. Stylish to the core, tasteful decor and colour scheme fell softly on the eyes coupled with the ambiance of the lighting giving the place a mellow orange/yellow spray. To feel good about herself she dressed in her favourite frock complete with matching shoes, not every was lost to her.

Approaching the bar, she noticed the place is quiet which made catching the attention of the barman easy. Riletta ordered a white wine which soon appeared before her, paying the man she took her first sip.

 

[Craig Janson]

[member="Riletta Gaquier"]


Craig was on Corellia to establish a source with Corellian Engineering Corporation for a consistent source of parts for his starship servicing and repair business. He had completed the appointments scheduled for the day and had an evening free before another round of negotiations started the next morning. He was rarely indoors and the thought of an evening inside his high-rise hotel room was almost more than he could bear.

He knew he had to get out for awhile and knew he didn’t have any desire to go to the seedier places that might be found on Treasure Ship Row or the Blue Sector. He asked the hotel’s concierge to recommend a quiet bar and restaurant near enough to walk to and was given directions to a place that seemed suitable from the man’s description.

Craig entered the Drunken Dagger and not for the first time wondered at the source of the name. It seemed mildly illogical to his engineering-trained mind that liked things neat and predictable. The place was nearly deserted as it was still early in the evening. He took the place in at a glance and saw what he expected… an elaborate bar with its associated tables that surrounded a small dance floor adjacent to a raised area for a live band. Upstairs was supposed to be a 5-star restaurant. Perhaps after a drink or two he would go up and give it a rating of his own.

He stepped up to the bar and ordered a double Whyren’s, neat. The bartender was prompt and courteous and poured a generous glass earning him a similar tip. Craig pointed to the grand piano next to the band stand and asked the bartender, “Mind if I play a tune or two?”

“Help yourself. The live music doesn’t start for another couple of hours,” came the reply.

Craig took his drink back to the piano passing a very attractive brunette with the most vividly colored, beautiful eyes he had ever seen. He smiled at her somewhat sheepishly when he realized he was staring and nodded a greeting to her in passing.

Reaching the piano he made himself comfortable on the bench and placed his drink on a napkin on the piano. He sat for a moment remembering all the times he had sat beside his daughter, Jennifer, playing duets with her. He sighed softly at the memory of the loss of his family and began playing Jennifer’s favorite composition, Pavane Pour Une Infante Defunte.

Finishing that, he took a sip of his Whyren’s and waited for some inspiration as what next to play.