This is Why I Don't Drink Often

[Dovinus]

There were very few times in Dovinus's life when he was allowed to go what he wanted without any strings attached, and usually the events that took place in those rare moments were his favorites. Partly because it was when he felt he was free from all responsibility and training, and partly because it nearly always ended in chaos. Like tonight for example, the young mirialan decided it had been awhile since he had explored the nightlife of the galaxy. He'd just been wondering around the streets aimlessly until he came across a cantina, had a few..beverages and now he was in a small fighting ring with a swarm of people yelling and cheering, swinging their fists aggressively as they screamed for their favorite contestant.

It turned out the establishment also provided entertainment, which consisted on throwing two heavily drunk guys into a pit with no weapons and let the crowd watch the pair beat each other to a pulp. Dovinus was in his element. He'd won exactly 14 fights so far with no loses, each time he knocked someone out cold he downed a shot of alcoholic liquid which he didn't actually know what it was called. His shirt had been discarded long ago, and now his green, tattooed skin was covered in dirt, sweat, grime and droplets of someone elses blood. Adrenaline and alcohol pumped though his veins as he was getting high on the angry shouting and sneering. As a large Gamorrean entered the ring Dovinus's lips curled into an excited and menacing grin. The hog like male was at least two heads taller then him, with one broken tusk and sharpened horns. Oh, he was going to enjoy taking down that sack of ham.

"OOOOH! wouldya' look at this guy ladies an' gentleman? Doya' think I can take 'im!?" he bellowed into the crowd, his voicing slurring under the influence of the drink. The crammed room's yells suddenly began to grow loader as people screamed their response down into the small area. Turning his animistic eyes back to his latest victim, cracking his knuckles before clapping his hands together.

"Hear that? You're goin' down."

 

[Talon]

Talon watched the green man fighting, he was good, in fact he was taking on a gommorian at least two heads taller than him. But how would he go against a female Sith Twi'lek, make that a sober female Sith Twi'lek. She looked down at the man who had discarded his shirt, she went over and signed herself up for the next fight.

@[member="Dovinus"]

 

[Aela Kellov]

Aela had stopped in this place not too often. It wasn't part of her usual route but then again the bounty she'd just collected was an unusual job to say the least. Still this warented a decent drink after a hard days work, only here she kept her armor on, with her helmet sitting on the table she'd been sitting at, just in case of anything would happen. Her prediticon came ture when she heard @[member="Dovinus"] basically making challenges out for anyone who thought they could take him. One look and Aela knew he'd likely get his rear-end handed to him by the second fight and that was if he got passed the first. She chukled to herself and leaned back in her chair to see how it would go, just as @[member="Talon"] made her way over to go next. Aela thought this would be interesting indeed.

 

[Talon]

Talon walked down into the arena and sent a smile towards @[member="Dovinus"] she let her robes fall down revealing her Sith Tattoes and armored underwear. She prepared for the battle and smiled at @[member="Dovinus"] again as if taunting him.

Spoiler

@Aela Kellov

 

[Dovinus]

Dovinus was blissfully unaware of the bounty hunter sitting at a table watching him, or the fact his next match was already booked. The sith apprentice now had the gamorrean literately by the horns, forcing him to say in place as Dovinus repetitively and brutally kneed him in the gut with strength that someone of the mirialan's size shouldn't have. The hog collapsed on the ground and spat out some blood before Dovinus kicked him hard in the side before turning him over with his foot. Smirking down at the alien the Sith grabbed him by the tusk and shirt and lifted him up with a little help from the the force, he held him above his head like a trophy and the crowd erupted in deafening cheers. Dovinus responded with a triumphant roar before throwing the alien violently into the side of the concrete arena walls. He had never felt so free, so alive. Dovinus couldn't decide if it was the drink pumping through him that was doing it, but he doubted he had ever felt so happy either.

Taking yet another shot to celebrate his victory, a red twi'lek jumped into the dirt as the limp body of the gamorrean was being dragged away. All tact dismissed as a result of heavily drinking, Dovinus stared blatantly at the female's heavily tattooed body. "Well...ah...hey." He slurred, slipping back into his starting stance with his fists slightly raised.

"Here for a dance?"

@Aela Kellov
@Talon

 

[Aela Kellov]

Aela leaned forward to watch as the twi'lek stepping into the ring. She had to give her this, she looked damn fine in the get-up she had on. And the fact that she was red gave the possibility of her being a sith. This would make it more interesting. As impressive as some would find it that he'd taken down a gammorian, Aela wasn't one of them. She'd dealt with their kind enough to know every weak point and strategy for dealing with them. Maybe the man would have a better challenge with the new girl, and if he could take her down then maybe Aela herself would step in to show him how things are done. With another quick sip of her drink she waited to see things start off with a smirk on her face.

@[member="Talon"] @[member="Dovinus"]

 

[Talon]

Talon got into her beginning stance and smiled as her opponent roared into the crowd, while he was doing this Talon charged aiming to tackle him.

@[member="Aela Kellov "]@[member="Dovinus"]

 

[Dovinus]

Dovinus managed to turn around just in time to see the twi'lek charge at him at alarming speed, much faster then anyone else he had fought tonight had. Even when he was pretty plastered, he could tell something wasn't right about this woman. A aura of darkness followed @Talon much like the one he knew he carried, which could only mean one thing...there was another Sith in the house. Just managing to wrap her his arms around her torso as she came rushing in and flipping her quickly onto her back so she fell to the ground with a slam. He didn't want this to turn to ugly, after all, he came here for a good time. While she was still down for the count Dov took advantage of his species agility and quickly climbed out of the arena much to the crowds disappointment. They all began booing and throwing curses around as he weaved through the people, before accidentally staggering into a lone woman's table. Smirking the young man jumped up onto it, and waved goodbye to his audience.

"That's all fornow folks!" He bellowed, just to see the swam yell even more, before leaping down and smiling at @Aela Kellov. "Sorry miss, enjoy ya' drink." He said with a wink, before dashing out the front door with a joyful whoop.

Once outside the cold air hit him, the temperature not effecting the wide smile on his face. The blows from past fights suddenly hit him however, the mirialan becoming painfully aware of the angry green bruises and his broken nose. The metallic taste of dry blood lingered on his lips from a gash he hadn't even known he had.

"Stang..." He cursed under his breath as he assessed the damage in his reflection portrayed in the building next door's window.

 

[Aela Kellov]

Aela's eyes narrowed when she watched @[member="Dovinus"] make a break for it. What a utter coward to run from a fight with a girl. Next thing she knew he'd leaped onto her table, winked at her, then made for the door. she stood as the crowd still booed at him before looking back to @[member="Talon"], still in the ring. She walked over to the side as everyone else was starting to calm and said "Can't believe that guy didn't even give you a chance." she huffed a little and added "Maybe he thought you'd be too much for him."

 

[Talon]

@[member="Dovinus"] had made a break for it, he was obviously scared of her. Next thing @[member="Aela Kellov "]was yelling about how her opponent was scared to fight her, she flashed a smile to her and mouthed the words: "I know"

 

[Aela Kellov]

Aela looked back towards the doorway before looking back to @[member="Talon"] and smirking. "Hey?" she asked, leaning forward. "You want to go find him and kick the crud out of him for the hell of it?" She asked with a mix of enthusiasm and also a bit of coyness in her tone. The way she looked at the twi'lek was deep and she couldn't help take her eyes off her, especially given what she was still wearing.

@[member="Dovinus"]

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Jerrick was running from...well he didn't know all he knew was someone shot at him and nearly missed his head. He kept ranning suddently running into a man who looked like he got in fight with a rancor, and the rancor won. Jerrick fell on his back. "Shabmanwhered you shabla come from!?" He asked the man