ORCtoberfest - Trash Manda ​Edition

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Ember Farseer"] | [member="Kinsey Starchaser"]

Kurt wasn't sure how, but somehow as they had made their way from the hangar to the station center he had ended up with a drink in his hand and an odd sort of flower arrangement hanging around his neck. He was pretty confident that both of them had been acquired by some legal means, at least he hoped so, and Aram had the same so at the very least if he got arrested and detained he would have some company to be spending time with.

A small comfort to be sure.

The two university students wandered through the station for a time, not paying particular attention to anything around them really and slowly nursing their drinks. From what Kurt could tell everything around them was pretty relaxed and each corner had it's own little party. For some reason he half expected all of this to blow up somehow, but that might have just been the cynic in him.

Or maybe that was the atmosphere of the galaxy at a time.

A thoughtless shrug rolled over Kurt's shoulder, and slowly he glanced towards the end of one of the rooms. A frown set on his lips. "Kinsey?"

The word was said more to himself than anything else, a thoughtful look crossing his face. Aram glanced towards his friend, clearly wondering what the heck was going through his mind. The former Courier thought for a moment, wondering what his...acquaintance? Friend? He had no idea what to call her, would be doing here.

 

[Strider Garon]

Strider found it to be an honor to travel with Yasha as her personal bodyguard. Who better to watch the Mand'alors back then one of most dangerous men in the galaxy. Armed to the tits in true mandalorian fashion, Strider had stood close by as he watched and observed the social. He turned down every drink that came his way and only hydrating through the hydration system with in his beskar'gam. The job of keeping the young woman safe was a job best done sober. This was by all means not a safe place to be and anyone could tamper with drinks and food that is offered. He needed to be one hundred percent on his game, trying his best to ignore the pain of arthritis that plagued most of his joints. Old age is a b$%#.

Now, this gathering was not suppose to go sideways. Meet and greet and discuss the future. That was the jist of the the briefing he got. So when some senior citizen sitting at the bar rose to his feet, determination in his movements. His voice was lathered with confidence and practiced authority, called upon the Mand'alor's uncontested surrender and for her guards to stand down, Strider was somewhat taken off guard. He did not see that coming. He did not see that someone had big enough coconuts to be brazen enough to try and make an arrest of the leader of Mandalore.

There was no way this vigilante? Civil servant? hallway monitor? was going to get the chance to detain Yasha. Not while Strider drew breath. So in response the heavily armored and weapon laden mando drew his blaster pistol upon the Old man while at teh same time thumbing a thermal detonator. A show of deterrence was the next step in use of force, but Strider was not to be taken lightly. He would without hesitation end everyone in this room if it had to come down to it.

"Stand Down!" The old mandalorian warrior's deep resonating voice was etched with ice. Killing came just as easy as breathing for the legendary soldier. Even though his body began to pump adrenaline into his blood, he was still able to focus with a cold calculating mind on that task at hand. "I believe we will take our leave!" he said, while placing himself between Yasha and the man that wished to arrest her.

[member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"]

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Caupona Station​

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It didn't take long for this supposed mark of 'let's get together' went south.

In fact, she wondered if that broke a record or two. The girl talked about her scheme or company, or both Mishel wasn't entirely sure which of the two was which and then another came into the conversation and then you had one man acting like he was absolute. "Maybe you oughta actually get Vilaz," she interjected and looked over at @Julius Sedaire as she ambled off her bar stool and walked toward him. "Last I checked she just came to say hello, also wow." Mishel got a look at [member="Strider Garon"], "look like you stepped out of an old holofilm, anyway, if you wanna go law and order, do it somewhere else."

She looked back at her spot at the bar, and at [member="Ember Farseer"] and wondered about heading back over there.

Something told her that whatever time she had with the Jedi had ended. Dropping any expectation of learning any more of the force from him, Mishel looked over at the older than dirt guy in front of the Mandalorians and headed away from him. Mishel headed back toward [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] and the group there, time on Coruscant not only bought an opportunity to catch up with family but also time to heal, physically anyway. She overheard one man call the girl Kinsey, and this time as she took her perch back on the bar she decided to turn herself to the conversation and at least give it a little more though.

 

[Noatyr Moldmerr]

Laughing quietly to himself, Noatyr watched the events unfold around him. [member="Mishel Noren"] had given up on the Jedi she had been sitting with, [member="Jaya Tandris"] was a woman who looked like she was ready to drink until the party was over, and now [member="Julius Sedaire"] had stood up from his seat to detain [member="Yasha Mantis"].

Of course, the young woman wasn't alone, and [member="Strider Garon"], who was probably her body guard, had suddenly leapt into the center, warning the other man to back off.

Noatyr laughed a bit louder this time, this really was going to be an entertaining party. He might really end up enjoying himself here. He took a swig of his drink and leaned back onto the bar, waiting to see where things would go from here.

​''Never a dull moment whenever somebody tries to make an arrest of someone else during a party.''​ He thinks to himself, causally ordering another round from the bartender.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

Sandy-brows arched as some guy, [member="Mikhail Shorn"], with an air like one of those rich, spoiled kids on the upper levels of Coruscant sported. Completely titled. Their little round bar table was getting crowded. The drunken Duros reached over and clapped the glacial blue-eyed stranger jovially on the shoulder. Hard.

Kinsey's attention was back on the man that seemed to have the weight of the verse on his shoulders?

The girl offered a nonchalant shrug in response to his...observations. Kinsey Starchaser was no conartist. Or extortionist. Didn't mean she didn't take advantage of certain opportunities, though. They were all adults here. She wasn't holding a blaster to anyone's head. And if the drunken Duros, who was beginning to slog some beer over Shorn, happened to actually show up for a tour he'd paid for, the young starchaser would oblige him.

But oh, oh?

HE was interested?

Body still turned half in her seat, shoulders squaring off with [member="Ember Farseer"]. The real question was, did this man have credits? She leaned an inch or so closer. "Depends what you're interested in. Ever hear of the Jandoon system? Some say it's haunted. Or the Wild Regions or Unknown Space. Corellian Trade Spin. Hydian Way. Any tour can be customized," voice trailed off as she caught several things beyond the man's shoulder.

Potential scuffle between a bunch of bucket heads and some old dude.

[member="Kurt Meyer"]? A bit sloshed?

Lips pursed. Heat was turning up in here. The urge to split was starting to seep up from her bones. The explorer offered the man a simple card with her first name and contact info scribbled in rough handwriting. Clearly low budget. Oil stains on one edge.

"Name's Kinsey. I'll be headed to Terminus soon if you're itching for a side trip."

Another girl had come up close. [member="Mishel Noren"]

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

So [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"] was the first one to take a serving of the Asobi 95% tihaar, and he will realize in time just how hard that drink really is. So hard, in fact, that one may as well use it to degrease or disinfect an engine. And then [member="Jaya Tandris"] also had a shooter filled with the very same Asobi 95% tihaar sent her way, with Janick being oblivious to [member="Julius Sedaire"]'s attempt to detain [member="Yasha Mantis"] for questioning. Plus Jaya or Noatyr would realize Janick is scantily-clad, perhaps too much for actually taking part in the NAP talks, and that's if either person actually saw her body. I might have fought these guys on Utapau, just that perhaps that might have been a little excessive. I'd rather just stay here and drink the azeotropic goodness in a tablespoon, away from the commotion, she thought, while dashing her hopes for NAP negotiations right here. And potentially cause [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] to not want to get involved in this mess, assuming that Cass was, in fact, coming. But she didn't know Cass too well, beyond having trained her as a pilot before Cass was a Mando in the first place.

"Check carefully for the reactions of the others who drink the Asobi 95% tihaar: doesn't mean you refer to it as pure azeotropic goodness that it actually represents goodness to others" Griet warned.

"It's about marketing: I talked about purity and azeotropism, not how it was azeotropic goodness, admittedly in a tablespoon"

 

[Sal Katarn]

Beer sloshed on Mikhail's pants. He frowned, patted the Duros on the shoulder, and looked straight into his eyes.

"You're tired now. You're going to go to sleep."

"I'm tir-" the Duros' head thunked onto the bartop.

A bottle of amber liquor floated down from behind the bar and into Mikhail's waiting hand. A glass floated into the other. He poured himself a drink, then turned his back to the bar and glanced over at the crowd.

Didn't take long to see some guy, [member="Kurt Meyer"], staring fixedly at the girl next to Shorn.

"Hm." He raised an eyebrow, then tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention, "Either Phi Sigma Phi over there is reeeally into drunk Duros, or he is," Mikhail waggled his brows, eyes widening mischievously, "into you."

Cue smirk.

[member="Kinsey Starchaser"] | [member="Ember Farseer"] | [member="Mishel Noren"]

 

[Noatyr Moldmerr]

​Feeling slightly groggy, Noatyr set his glass down, and stared at it, as if trying to discover it's secrets. It was odd. He felt far more buzzed then he should have.

He was a man who could hold his drinks, but somehow from drinking only two shots worth already made him feel like he needed a snooze. He stared at the empty glass for a few more seconds, then up to the bartender. He considered complaining that whatever had been put into his drinks had been far to strong, but he didn't really feel like causing even more trouble.

Instead, he flipped a credit onto the table and leaned back onto it, resting his head on the table, as he pinched himself. That's when he noticed [member="Janick Beauchamp"] and her scantily clad body. He shook his head a few times.

​''I should keep my rear right here, no idea what I'd do when I'm already feeling this buzzed...''

​​His hands reached into his robe and he produced a transmitter, which he began to fiddle with, trying to keep his mind off of the rather attractive woman, and keep himself occupied before he got bored and let his buzzed brain go wild.

 

[Zyrias Pax]

Location : Caupona Station
Objective 2 : What Happened?


Head pounding as though the floating rocks of the Ryloth Rock Garden were bouncing around in her brain, Zyrias groaned and turned over on her side. She could have been on a mattress, or she could have been on a sofa, but either way, she tried to shield her eyes from the dim light in the room.

Twenty more minutes of sleep later, and the teenage criminal woke up again, mouth so dry that she felt like she’d face-planted into the Dune Sea and had been left there to bleach like a rib cage.

This in and of itself wasn’t an uncommon occurrence in Zyrias’s life, but normally she remembered something from the night before. Looking down she noticed she was wearing some dude’s pajamas. That normally meant she’d gotten too rowdy the night before and a generous soul had put her to bed with or without some fondling.

But when she sat up, scratching her short blonde hair - there was no way any of her wigs would have survived the debauchery - she noticed two men across from her. One lay in a potted plant, and the other one was ready for action, but they both wore feminine dresses.

The sight was so startling that Zyrias wolf-whistled and began to laugh. As the one fella tried to rally the other one awake, she said, “I hope this wasn’t a game of spin the bottle gone wrong.”

[member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Abruptly before she was able to formally enter the diplomatic conference room, Yasha was stopped short by [member="Julius Sedaire"].

“Munin?” Yasha’s helmet curved quizzically to the side, and she let out a loose, sardonic chuckle. “You do realize I was the subordinate at Utapau? Munin was Akaan, the Cuir Rekr of War. I was Katlaydr, the Cuir Rekr of Technology and Science. Ra Vizsla was Mand’alor when we attacked your people. Munin was not my subordinate then, and he is not my subordinate now. Although Munin was a friend to me and to Mandalore when I was young, he is no longer. You ask Mand’alor the Infernal to answer for dar’manda.”

[member="Strider Garon"] launched in the way, as loyal and eager a friend and guardian as any the young Mand’alor could dream for. His presence created a welcome sense of security in the young pregnant woman, and although the situation became suddenly tense, she maintained a tall and regal body language. Under her buy’ce, Yasha smiled as Ambrose Vizsla and Ka’lo Farr readied their blaster rifles, a few more of her guards angling to bring her to an exit and away. Yasha raised her hand, and the rifles lowered.

“Alor Garon, and my Yalilyr will continue to stand by my side, Jetii. You can understand we are all on edge here. This is not an easy day for the Coalition, or for my Empire, and I will not deny Alor Garon, nor my Yalilyr the honour of serving as they will.

I will answer your questions.

You will not detain me, especially not when the purpose of this function was to promote rectification and hopefully healing between our peoples, as daunting as that healing may be. Might I suggest we step to the conference room Queen [member="Sanya Val Swift"] prepared, so we avoid disturbing the revellers? Let the others have their party and their drinks, and we shall conduct ourselves to this and other business.”

Nodding her helmet-clad head to the conference room, Yasha walked into it, knowing her guards would follow. Sanya would be there. It was her hope that agreeing to answer questions would be enough to ensure peace without bloodshed.

“Now, Jedi Sedaire… how can Mand’alor help?”

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

[member="Yasha Mantis"] ¦ [member="Strider Garon"]
[member="Julius Sedaire"]

As the younger woman dressed in armor and a noticeable baby bump approached Sanya shed smile warmly. "I thank you for coming all this way to meet with me and welcome to Caupona..." She said greeting the woman politely. "and yes le..." She'd soon be cut off by an old man one she didn't directly or indirectly know. Heads turned and several people rushed over. not only was there Mandalorian guards but Sanya's royal guards rushed to their feat along with security details readying their stun blasters. It seemed many was on edge especially with events that happened almost three months ago. Instantly the mans words caused her to frown and even touched a nerve with her, the man had no idea what he was partially speaking about and began to order where she could and couldn't go on the station she owned.

It didn't surprise Sanya that the Manda'alor's guard tried to usher the woman away to a safe location as the tall rough looking guy aimed a blaster at the old man. Yet Yasha had seemed to get a quick handle on things. "I had no intentions not to leave anyway Mand'alor." she said raising her hand gesturing to her guard to stand down then a second to enter the room. As the mandalorian woman and her guard walked past Sanya blocked the door way blocking the man. Her darkly expression showed her furiousness.

"I don't know who you are or what gives you the damn right to act as you have authority on Inquisition property that has been declared as neutral territory. but you are out of line. I'm not here just on the terms of my world... that was secondary due to it been my own interests. I was requested on behalf of the coalition. Thanks to your stunt you may have just cost it. That's on your head not mine." She spoke with a hushed voice and a strict seriousness to it. "You are lucky I'm not detaining you right now and shoving you into a cell." The words came as bitter and slight anger giving no chance for the man to respond to her stern telling off. Even her black tail flicked at the end. She'd hand the man a slip of paper to choose his meal. "Write down what you want to eat." The feline woman moved from out the way before he could reply.

The room now seemed crowded with many people in there. The guards seemed to remain standing and that just wouldn't do. "Please everyone sit. There are seats for a reason." A small chuckle escaped trying to lighten her own mood. "If you could all pass these around and write what you'd like to eat. if you are not hungry feel free to leave it blank." Sanya moved around to where she had hung her robe on the back of the seat and sat down looking at all in the room. The woman was curious to how everything would now play out. Diplomacy would potentially be off the table until things could be resolved. There was no telling how long that would take.

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Cassiopeia was originally there to help with the negotations - she, after all, had been accompanying the Mand'alor on a few negotations ever since her joining of Clan Australis and in effect, the Mandalorian Empire. It was an honor that Cassiopeia cherished. She had went from essentially nothing important to someone who had at least some importance. It was a remarkable change for the girl who had been hopping from planet to planet on teaching gigs.

After some confusing communications between her and the negotiators, she wasn't entirely sure the plan of action. As such, she decided to simply just enjoy the party that was going on. She'd find her way to Yasha if needed, after all. In the meantime, she entered the party area... Where, as expected, most people were either already laying wasted on the ground or were just now starting to get their drinks. She seemed a little late - okay, very late, to the party.

Her goal, too, however, was the bars. Wearing one of her favorite dress, she headed towards one of the bartenders until she noticed [member="Janick Beauchamp"], her pilot instructor. She grinned big and waived as she walked over to Janick, curious as to what she was selling. Her attention focused on Janick made her completely miss the attempts on to detain Yasha. "Janick!" She grinned widely as she stepped in front of all of her drinks. "Did you say tihaar?" She perked a brow, looking in front of her. It made sense to meet Janick here - after all, she was part of the ORC. Heck, she might have been too if Kaine hadn't swooped and brought her on.

Maybe it was time for a little R&R. It had been an intense few months, after all. It had been a while since she got herself really drunk, after all.

 

[Noatyr Moldmerr]

Eyes moving from his tinkering to the newcomer who had just begun calling out for [member="Janick Beauchamp"], who was now approaching her. Well, that solved the mystery of who the woman was, still, he couldn't place his curiosity in her. He didn't recall meeting her anywhere before, and he certainly wasn't charged with capturing her or some other job involving her, so why did she stand out so much?

Might have just been her clothes.

Noatyr realizes he's staring and moves his eyes back to the transmitter in his hands. He resumes pulling and replacing wires in the device, trying to rid his mind of the oncoming wave of crazy.

He really regretted those drinks now. He'd have to ask what those drinks had in them sooner or later, because he really was beginning to loath the light sluggishness he was feeling.

​''Floating...glasses...''

​He mumbled to himself. He shook his head a few times.

''Not the time to be losing it. Focus you fool.''​ He yelled mentally at himself.

Still, something kept nagging at him, almost telling him to go and interact with Janick and [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"]. He could feel the temperature of the room beginning to increase, so he pulled off his robes, setting them down next to his stool. It felt better, looking more casual, now that he sat there in his usual clothes, without the robes covering his entire body.

He still felt tempted.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

"And it's not just any tihaar: Asobi 95% tihaar, the best azeotropic drink you'll find this side of Mandalore, 95% alcoholic content" she told [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] when she finally made her appearance, loud enough for Noatyr to hear it as well.

Yes, Janick was attractive to some, like [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"]. And Cass, too, seemed to be beautiful to Janick's eyes (to the extent Janick could appreciate beauty given how common she feels it is): plus, Cass was rather intelligent from what she knew about that Mando girl, albeit different from Alyssa or Griet. But clearly she was blushing and her skin's pH thus rose; for this reason she would say that she has turned basic. She'd rather stay out of the commotion and perhaps Cass would as well; it would be wise for Cass anyway. With both people's eyes on the tihaar, the tihaar reserves are steadily decreasing, while realizing that Noatyr isn't taking it too well to drink such strong booze. To the extent she knew Mandos liked tihaar, there were hardly any tihaar brewers that, to her knowledge, actually talked about how azeotropism constrains the ABV content of products from alcoholic distillation. Just that when Cass approached her, she might have a question about how she wanted the tihaar delivered to her. And yet she knew that ice was a common item ordered with tihaar, Asobi 95% or otherwise.

"Would you like ice with your tihaar?"

 

[Noatyr Moldmerr]

His eyes widened. Oh perfect, he had drank one of the strongest alcohols he had ever heard of. He had heard of the stuff before, drank it a few times even, but never so strong, he wouldn't have even considered it unless he had more time to develop his resistance to it.

Noatyr felt a bead of sweat roll down his cheek, and he couldn't help but smack himself for being so stupid. He really should have been paying more attention to what drinks he was being served.

He felt like a real moron, but also couldn't help but feel giddy. That was probably the tihaar though.

​He figured this was either intentional, there was a shortage of other drinks and he was just unlucky, or this was just a big joke. Whatever the cause, he felt his vision swim for a few moments, and he realized he had to do something about this before he passed out or his alcohol infused brain let him go haywire.

​So he did the only logical thing he could think of:

​''Got anymore of that Asobi 95% tihaar barkeep?''

 

[Julius Sedaire]

https://youtu.be/J_GpqDCs8ys​

[member="Tryp West"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Zef Halo"] | [member="Daro Tarsi"]

[member="Keira Ticon"] had the kids for the weekend. Julius Sedaire walked into the bar with a grin. Flowing green sleeveless robe and space geared head to toe, and he immediately sauntered to the bar, brown leather shoes heeled in durasteel making a merry click. He put down a bottle of luridly colored green liquor with a scrawling caligraphic font across it's parchment label. Absinthe Aing-Tii it proclaimed.

"Alright, you lot... There is a party to be had! Open your wallets to aid these fine people, and your mouths and livers so we can chase away the sad days of the recent past!"

With that, he motioned, and the bartender handed him a line of five glasses twice, in rows, and he began pouring the liquid. The Absinthe was from an Aing-Tii receipe, and not designed for non-monk consumption. One shot caused as much intoxication as several of any other whiskey, two was dangerous, and if you were conscious after three, you were guaranteed to hallucinate. And he loved it.

"And any who can keep pace will get something out of it after the ER visit..."

 

[Zef Halo]

Zef remained unfazed at his daughter describing 'who' Daro was. Maybe decades back the irritation would clear show. Now? It was somewhere down deep, deep inside reserved to himself. Right next to his regret of the decisions he took as an impatient, avaricious youth. You learned to do that over the years, lock up everything in a chest only you knew about. A chest so far away from your conciouss that you sometimes forgot the way to it. That was the key to accepting reality and dragging yourself from one day to another.

You just keep moving on forward.

While always looking grumpy on the outside, perhaps that was the case ever since he accepted the fact he was old. Zef had a real hard time accepting that, he'd feared it more than death when he was young. Heck, the smuggler never really thought he'd live to be this old. Quick mind, quick feet and quick draw were probably to blame. Despite the usual negativity on his face, today Zef felt...happy. An old crazy true friend to remind him of the good ol' days, his daughter and a bar. Happiness lied in simplicity.

The alcohol came in quickly in front of the trio's attention with the smuggler not wasting a moment before taking a sip.

"Now ain't that a story? Daro Tarsi talkin' about moochin'. His most sacred talent." Zef gave a rare smile to his friend before looking up to Joza. "I like myself more without the tin can, either, kid. That fethin' thing can be suffocating as heck." The smile faded into slight bitterness. While never fully immersing himself into the Mandalorian culture completely, Zef couldn't help but retain a certain amount of care for the culture of his mother that he never saw. Perhaps that was what always made him do more than just glance at news about Mandalorians. The mother he never met.

"Pillagin' homes and burning family ain't never been my kind of thing." While he could not explain the adrenaline rush when one went into battle, the scoundrel always had some sort of principles. Heck, even Mandalorians did at some point. But now? Flyin' all the way from that part of space to here for some crystals? Not his thing. "I heard you almost got yourself killed. Well done." Behind the tones of sarcasm remained a feeling of concern. Zef had known how to remain expressionless ever since he was a teenager running with thug gangs on Nar Shaddaa. But beneath the facade there was a father's care for a daughter. Maybe a care that was thirty years late, but you know - semantics.

Taking another sip from the drink, a voice came in through behind him and Daro was quick to introduce the source of it. He gave the tall girl - Miss West - a side glance before his eyes fell on the Mandalorians a dozen feet away from them drinking. He was no Force user, but Zef Halo could feel the void from his friend's eyes. He'd lie if he didn't feel a chill ran down his spine not out of fear from Daro but out of fear what in galaxy would the mad man decide to do. Recklessness, a trait often demonstrated by Zef, was incomparable to that of Daro. Heck, recklessness is softly said about Tarsi.

Zef felt the need to switch the topic of conversation rapidly.

"What in the galaxy is that freakin' speech, kid?" He turned around with his barstool to face Ms. West. "I've been all 'round the damn galaxy and this thing altho soundin' somewhat familar, I just can't karkin' put my mind to it."

Before he could await an answer, an old, hell probably Zef's age, man that struck familiar in his eyes showed up. The air with which he walked and the proposition with which he introduced himself could only lead to one conclusion - Corellian.

Had to be.

Zef was sure he did not know the man personally but he was almost sure he'd seen that face somewhere. Wherever it was, the smuggler would probably never recall but free drinks - good ti-

"Absinthe Aing-Tii? Swear I hauled that to some poison maker years ago." He commented before downing his own drink. "But with the set of people all around me right now, I think I will take up your offer."

The scoundrel motioned his empty glass towards the absinthe bearing man with the wise beard.

"If it ain't free, though, my friend here will take up the bill." Zef slightly shoved his ol' buddy Daro Tarsi.


[member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Tryp West"] | [member="Daro Tarsi"]

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Cassiopeia gave a pleasant smile to [member="Janick Beauchamp"] as she explained her drink. 95% alcohol content? Sheesh, this thing was an instant drunk kinda drink. She nodded as she thought about drinking it - how fast did she want to drunk this day? Fast? Slowly? She paused to take a moment to smile at Janick, a beautiful woman in her own right. Not to mention, a businesswoman - a woman who sold liquor. That was amazing in its own right.

She nodded, "Yeah, I'll take it on ice." She smiled as she received the drink from Janick and the other man came over to get some more. She perked a brow, noting the sweat that was on him already. The extremely strong tihaar apparently was already working its magic on him. She grinned, finally noticing the Queen & the Mand'alor. It looks like the negotiations were still on, after all. "I have to go, but I'll be back." She nodded to Janick and made a motion towards the negotiation area.

Heading off, she arrived next to the Mand'alor, the Queen, and Strider. She stood beside the Mand'alor, her asobi tihaar in hand, giving a small curtsy towards the Queen and the Mand'alor. "I deeply apologize for my tardiness." She gave a smile towards the two women and Strider, "Cassiopeia Caranthyr. It's an honor to be here."

Following the Queen's instructions, she went towards the table and sat down. She crossed her legs and took a sip of the tihaar - her eyes wide at the intensity of the drink, a small cough escaping her lips. She could drink some tequila, but this? This was a whole new ballgame. While not necessarily hungry, maybe she should eat something with this kind of drink...

[member="Sanya Val Swift"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

"Yes" she told Noatyr, while getting another ice rock for his tihaar.

Yes, the Utai Magic Circle sold booze, yes, Janick was one of the two that discovered the alcohol wells that led to the Asobi 95% tihaar in the first place and, because of it, Griet and her shared their royalties from the tihaar's profits but it didn't refine the Asobi 95% tihaar. Just that [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] got her diminutive serving of tihaar in a glass that people commonly used to drink Corellian whisky and other similar drinks, on ice, before going to the NAP talks, before preparing another tablespoon-sized serving of the Asobi 95% tihaar for [member="Noatyr Moldmerr"] to drink. And neither person actually asked. Looks like we are the biggest brand ambassadors for the Asobi 95% tihaar out there, and because we have, together, royalties to the tune of 1/7 of the profits, our likenesses often appear in the ads for the tihaar, she thought, and it was because of the royalties that they received a copy of the Asobi 95% tihaar's income statement, even though it was not allowable to be part of the producer's financial statements. And that Cass didn't know about her real role in the Asobi 95% tihaar, no more than Noatyr did.

"Do you know anybody who would like to purchase tihaar, either for private consumption or retail sale? I'll give you the wholesale contact information if you want"

 

[Noatyr Moldmerr]

He could barely understand what was being said anymore, the magic of the incredibly strong alcohol filling his systems and blocking out most common sense.

Noatyr felt like he could fly without the need for a ship, as he sat there, his brain trying to function, and his system trying to build the immunity he had for so many other drinks. It might take some time, but soon enough the effects would wear off, and he might actually be able to drink more of the tihaar before it had any effect.

The drunken stage would wear off soon enough, it never lasted too long before his natural immunity to alcohols wiped the effects out, but while he was drunk, his normal personality and decency faded away, and he began to drunkenly flirt with [member="Janick Beauchamp"], attractive woman that she was.

​''Y'know...you might be the...best lookin woman in the entire galaxy, but what the hell do I know? Maybe the whole damn universe.​ This drink 'ere, is the best damn thing, next to you miss...''

The side of him that was still able to process mentally smacked himself. he sounded about as attractive as a bantha. He wasn't even using her name in his drunken slur.

His free hand had already dropped the transmitter that had been held with care up until that point, and the device hit the ground with a small clatter. Well, there went his coordination.