The Romping Rugger [OPEN]

[Catherine Soja]

ooc: Assume my post came after that one [member="Orick T'ane"]

 

[Orick T'ane]

OOC : Fixed [member="Catherine Soja"] it was my mistake.

 

[Breanna Volsh]

Bree entered looking around she knew she could find company. It had been weeks since her departure from home. This place held potential as her gaze continued to sweep the room she moved with a strong confident step.

Her clothing accented her body hang loose but wrapping at the hip showing her waist and full assets. She made it to the bar and ordered ale. She liked the grain taste.

Taking a deep breath she relaxed.

 

[Catherine Soja]

She noted the woman [member="Breanna Volsh"] who entered and the attire. Well now she felt poorly dressed. She looked to [member="Orick T'ane"] and spoke. "Since I was maybe 8 years old." She took a gulp of water. "But yeah so been a long time. Really miss running off to look at the ship yards they were sending up in parts."

 

[Orick T'ane]

He nods as he finishes his glass, giving the newcomer a once over... definitely trouble. Turning he refills his glass responding to [member="Catherine Soja"], " I loved looking up at those ship yards, the view is amazing, but if you haven't seen it from space, you're missing out. " He stops and almost seems lost in a memory. " I haven't even thought about home in a long time." Taking a sip of his wine, he tilts his head and gives her a hard once over. " I should know better than to ask, but why did you wander into a place like this? "

 

[Catherine Soja]

She looks around slowly and gives a small push of her robes giving [member="Orick T'ane"] a glimpse of her light saber. She then covered it again. "That explain it?" She asked. Her eyes noted each patron slowly before she sat back finishing her water. She could not help but feel like she wore a green burlap sack compared to [member="Breanna Volsh"]

 

[Orick T'ane]

Tilting his head, he downs his glass quickly. " Never a dull time when I wander into Hutt space; that explains the wardrobe, though. This a social call or should I find another establishment to haunt? " He chuckles as he asks, his question taking on a light tone, though the meaning seems serious enough. " Are you even supposed to be alone? I thought you had to have some sort of chaperone with you to teach you to stay out of trouble."

[member="Catherine Soja"]

 

[Catherine Soja]

She sighed. "Just relaxing a moment hopefully thats all." She said to [member="Orick T'ane"] "In the end I am kinda on a waiting list for masters. Lots of things happening due to the war." She looked over to him "Not a fan of my lien of work I assume?"

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

“You are welcome Sir, however, I am indebted to Adiara’s knowledge of the place as much as you”, she offered by way of introduction to the Mandalorian before giving her name. “I am Aerin, Aerin Firebrand” she finished with an inclined nod of her head.

Adiara’s comment to her regarding the map, forced her lips to press together in hope of suppressing a smile, which of course never works. He would see her amusement as much as she noted his charismatic smile. Of course he would never tell her his reasons for frequenting this place nor should he, especially on Nar Shaddaa, the wider galaxy equally as closemouthed about the giving of information.

Her eyes followed Adiara walking to the bar area once more, falling over his physical form and gait. Men are not alone in watching the wiggle walk away, women are just better at not getting caught at it. She also noticed the increase of patron entering the Rugger, two others seem to have entered into a deep conversation and a young girl looking around as if she was looking for someone, however her attention returned to the table and the Mandalorian.

“Is the whiskey to your liking?”, she asked taking another sip of her own drink and watched as he removed a covering over his head. He reminded her of the men of Midvinter, and their sporting of clan tattoos, in ready visibility, her clan tattoo is located elsewhere and only would ever be visible to someone intimate.

Then the ice arrived to the table, a large bucket of it, for which Aerin would be eternally grateful to Adiara for. She put her glass down on the table immediately and took a large handful of the ice, allowing it to sit in her hand for a moment before placing some of it down the back of her neck. The show of relief evident on her face as her skin began to cool. Some she popped in her glass of whiskey before placing the bucket on the floor and removing her boots only to plunge her feet into the cooling ice. An audible sigh escaped her lips and she smiled feeling the stifling atmosphere succumb to the cold. At least around her.

“Adiara you are priceless”. She gave him a full smile.

[member="Catherine Soja"] | [member="Orick T'ane"] | [member="Breanna Volsh"] | [member="Adiara Drelas"] | @Teroch Gra'tua​

 

[Noamd]

Through the door came a pair, the Infamous [member="Cross Ikon"] and Nomad Crimson, they were there to decide the fate of the galaxy in the duel of all time! What no of course not they were there to see who could hold more liquor, of course this was the first time Nomad would be drinking meaning he would be at a disadvantage.

Taking no notice of the other patrons, they sat down at the bar the first waved appeared.

 

[Cross Ikon]

I sat down at the bar, grinning like a demon, and tapped my fingers on the marble surface. This little contest Nomad had challenged me to was like a matter of course. With my mind made up, I looked at the bartender.

"A cold one and a bomb, if you would. Need to put my young friend here in his place."

[member="Nomad Crimson"]

 

[Noamd]

"I hope you know I'm not going to back down" Nomad said at Cross, his head tresses were dancing around sensing everyone's emotions, well almost everyone's. Two glasses were placed in front of the duo "On three" Nomad said picking up the glass.

[member="Cross Ikon"]

 

[Orick T'ane]

Shrugging as he notices the two new people enter the cantina, he turns back to [member="Catherine Soja"]. "I respect your kind well enough, bit too high minded for my liking, but I can appreciate the good work your order has done. You people do seem to have a knack for attracting trouble, at least in my limited experience. As long as you're not trying to preach your mystical ways at me, we're good." He smiles as he notices a bucket of ice being delivered to the table of warriors. Eyes lingering long enough to notice [member="Ærin Firebrand"] place the bucket on the floor and drop her feet into it. Shaking his head he reaches into his coat in response to a faint BEEP



Taking out a small data pad, he taps at it for second before dropping it in disgust. " I really hate Cartel customs."

 

[Catherine Soja]

She could feel another force sensitive here and looked briefly to [member="Nomad Crimson"] before she looked back to [member="Orick T'ane"] "I thankfully have fewer customs issues. Most will not realize they let me in through my own choice." She said having gone through many cartels check points through the jedi's typical mind trick. It wasn't always useful but typically most customs for cartels were not very good at resisting.

 

[Orick T'ane]

He chuckles as he pours the last of the bottle of corellian wine into his glass. " Yes, I've seen it first hand. You wave your hand and whatever you want, just kind of happens. I don't have the luxury of mystical prowess at my whim. I am either at the mercy of the Cartel's practices or I grease the cogs with a few credits. Too bad you are doing this whole 'protector of the innocent' thing" He says as he waves his hand at @Catherina Soja . " That little trick could help with my profit margins quite a bit."

 

[Breanna Volsh]

Bree was accustomed to the side glances, and the nods that motioned towards her. Her species was known for such things. Once, just once she would like to meet a stranger that did not immediately think the worst, but gave opportunity to show her own worth.

The ale was rich and dark she could smell the grains that had been brewed to make the glass that she held in her hand. She looked around carefully she could see [member="Catherine Soja"] and her partner [member="Orick T'ane"] so intent was their conversation she wondered what it was that held them so rapt to one another.

There was an accent that carried towards her Bree’s gaze moved over to where she thought the accent came till she came to where [member="Ærin Firebrand"] was enjoying the surroundings of the Romping Rugger.

She lifted her glass to take another draw when through the door came a Nautolan [member="Nomad Crimson"] how very interesting however his gaze did not wander anywhere within there was purpose to his step and he was not alone [member="Cross Ikon"] a red haired male that she felt she should know .

Yes this definitely seemed the place to be tonight. Bree sipped her ale casually playing the game of watch the people and see what falls out.

 

[Teroch Gra'tua]

Teroch started lightly nodding while [member="Ærin Firebrand"] was still mid sentence, acknowledging that fact that he was ready to drink sludge. As the mercenary was about to turn his head and inspect the newly arrived patrons he stopped due to the woman stating her name, inclining Teroch to do so himself "Well," the man said while leaning foward a bit "I am Teroch Gra'tua, born and raised mando." He said that sentence with almost too much eagerness, but he quickly took a sip of his drink before anything could be said. With names shared Teroch turned to the side to look at the patrons, noting all of their activities and locations within moments, letting the man turn back to Ærin before he started looking suspicious. As the woman across from him asked him about the whiskey he just drank, smiling for a moment before he started speaking "I love it, I was practically raised on the stuff... And most other Mandalorian alcohol." Teroch reached a hand up to scratch his chin, as it had recently grown itchy, due to thick and uncomfortable hair growing in, forming a slight stubble on the lower half of the mans face. After scratching his chin Teroch reached towards the bottle of whiskey, refilling his glass before taking a sip.

[member="Ærin Firebrand"]
[member="Adiara Drelas"]
[member="Nomad Crimson"]
[member="Cross Ikon"]
[member="Orick T'ane"]
[member="Catherine Soja"]
[member="Breanna Volsh"]

 

[Cross Ikon]

I shook my head sadly at my green-skinned 'pupil'. He was never going to get me this way. With my hand tap on the bar, another Bomb came out to us. Good, good. Time to down these first ones, first, however.

"One, Two, Three"

I threw my head back and laughed as the bomb went towards my stomach.

[member="Nomad Crimson"]

 

[Noamd]

[member="Cross Ikon"]

Nomad consumed his drink in a simliar way to Cross, however it was slightly too strong and nomad coughed a few times. "You ready for round two?" he asked smiling.

 

[Catherine Soja]

She chuckled. "Not quite that it also has limitations. And we can't be using it to just get whatever we like thats kinda an abuse of power." She said to [member="Orick T'ane"] She noted [member="Breanna Volsh"] look at her as she turned her head. "Oh um Hello can I help you?" She asked trying not to look how she felt namely entirely out fashioned. She may as well have been a sand person next to a angel she figured compared to the curvaceous woman beside her.