Trix and Porkchop go to a bar!

[Judah Lesan]

Loooooong weekend with nothing to do usually spelled bar hopping for Ric Ardellian, either that or a weekend in with LT. Marsh. Gods that woman had a way with men, though she was not the kind to settle down. Ric new she was just like him, even if they did date it would never be exclusive. Flipping through his little black book, Ric was about to make a comm call to his busty, blonde lady friend when another idea came to mind.

Porkchop had mentioned something about wanting drinks. The pilot was fun, very fun. His humor often left Ric grabbing his side it hurt some much from laughter. Okay change of plans then. Opening the right top drawer of his desk, Ardellian pulled the "Angels" roster out of the drawer and looked for Porkins comm frequency. Once he had it, he dialed.

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Dammit, voice mail. Well Ric had to leave a message. Maybe Porkins was flying a sim course or something.

"Porkins, this is Trix. Hey it's a long weekend and thought you might want to hit the bar scene. I know just the place! I promise you'll take a pretty lady back home... well... I promise you a shot at it, at least. Meet me at Red Barron's 1900 hours. Dress casual, but not too casual."

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18:57 Ric walked into Red Barron's and went right for the bar. He picked a view where Porkins was sure to see him. The ladies were already coming in to let their hair down for the weekend, and soon th booze would be flowing. Not wanting to wait too long, Ric ordered himself a quick pick me. A shot of whiskey to get him in the mood until Porkins got there.

[member="Lugus Porkins"]

 

[Lugus Porkins]

Lugus had set aside the afternoon for cleaning. One would thing a guy like him would be a slob but he took pride in his home/small loft he got on a bargain. The carpet was mangled. The wall separating the bedroom from the living room had a hole you could use as a second door. Windows weren't sealed right, and he may or may not have had over a million tiny unwelcome roommates that hid in the venting. He fixed it up himself however and made it livable. Nothing was left of how he got it, and his roommates were terminated. No one would even know the dump it was before. Quaint was his word for it. Not an elaborate home but then again not a shabby apartment. He liked it to stay tidy lest it turn back into the way he got it. Cleaning to him was also rock-n-roll time. He cranked the radio to eleven and listened to what he considered the greatest music of all time tandum sweeping and using the broom as an air guitar.

He pause for a moment. Then turned down the radio as he realized the comm was ringing. He made it just in time to hear the end of the message so he played it back:

"Porkins, this is Trix. Hey it's a long weekend and thought you might want to hit the bar scene. I know just the place! I promise you'll take a pretty lady back home..."

Lugus scoffed and chucked at the thought then he nodded and smiled at the next sentence.

"well... I promise you a shot at it, at least. Meet me at Red Barron's 1900 hours. Dress casual, but not too casual."

1900? Lugus looked at the time. It was already almost that late. The bar scene 'picking up' girls wasn't really his thing. In fact he rather hated how people would tell him love was out there. There was a lovely woman out there for him and he just had to find her. He found lots of lovely women that wasn't the problem. He decided long ago that his best bet was waiting for the woman looking for him. It allowed him to live his life much more relaxed. His only worry at the moment: What to wear. Ric was a stylish guy. Lugus favored nerd chic. Almost grabbed a sweater vest and bowtie but he smacked his hand. Casual but not too casual. His idea of casual was a t-shirt that may or may not have stains on it. Not too casual... Clean T-shirt? this was harder than Lugus thought. he would rather build a protocol droid that would pick the clothes for him rather than decide himself.

He imagined a stylish jacket would be something Ric would wear. As far as jackets went Lugus mainly owned zip up hoodies and blazers. A blazer wouldn't be a bad choice. Lugus smiled as the outfit came to mind. Old lightning hadn't seen the light of day for a while so he thought why not as he grabbed the special blazer with a lightning design on it.

Lugus arrived almost right on time spotting Ric at the bar. Unlike Lugus, he was tall enough to see over a crowd. Lugus smiled holding his arms out for a second before putting them down, "Trix, my man! What's today's scheme?"

[member="Ric Ardellian"]

 

[Juwiela Melec]

Bars were not a venue Juwiela usually found herself in, for a number of reasons. One of them was the fact that she was most certainly underage, which was an issue in and of itself. The second was that due to the recent notoriety the Rebel Alliance had been facing it was, simply put, taking a chance by showing up in a public venue. It wasn't as if she was necessarily constantly hunted, or hunted at all, but a bounty on her head was enough to make anyone cautious. The third reason was, well, she didn't exactly have all that much free time, or drink at all. The latter was due to her age, the former with the responsibilities that came with being Rogue Leader. But somehow, a bar was exactly where she found herself that night.

Maybe a little RnR was what they all needed, in the grand scheme of things. After all, being on the warfront for such an extended period of time certainly couldn't be largely beneficial, in the end. Everyone had to take a break sometime, and this was their chance. Or, well, at least hers and [member="Sannika Brynn"]'s chance. She wasn't entirely sure whether the rest of the Rogues would deign to show up later in the night or not, but they were certainly welcome to if they so wished. They hadn't had time to really sit down and talk as a squadron, at least, not when the topic was anything but what their next move would be, or the orders that were given over the comms in a dogfight. A bit of relaxing was nice.

Dressed casually, which to her was anything but a flightsuit, in a pair of faded jeans, black combat boots, a grey t-shirt and a flight jacket, she walked slowly with her hands in her pockets. Truth be told, when it came to situations like this, she was out of place. Piloting she could handle, it was something she excelled at, her natural environment. Social scenarios were another matter. It wasn't as if she was a complete stranger to them, but rarely did she find herself having time to discuss anything but war. It was a luxury hardly anyone could afford these days. And now that the opportunity had presented itself, there was no going back.

Well, improvisation had always been her thing.

[member="Lugus Porkins"], [member="Ric Ardellian"]

 

[Sannika Brynn]

Every pilot knows a pilot when they see a pilot, and this place was full of pilots! Some were the good kind, some were the bad kind, some were the rookies, and some were the chubby old geezers who came here in hopes of being asked to tell old war stories about milking a single half-empty fuel tank in a Z-95 out of Charros IV with nothing but a paper map of the galaxy. And some--sadly--were the huddled Corellian breed who were here to drink away recent memories of the loss of their homeworld. It was these men and women that Sannika truly felt badly for.

She held a private moment of silence, but was soon rushing to Juwiela's side to kick off the night. She was just here for some fun, so there was no reason to be down about things. There was plenty of time for that later. Wars kind of brought such thoughts around on occasion. But here was a fine establishment for a bit of celebration!

The tukian fighter pilot was garbed in a fancy gray pilot's coat that was reminiscent of older times--times before anyone in here was born. But that was cool, because she was aiming for a bit of a retro aviator look, anyway. Too bad Juwiela could not really appreciate style. Rogue Three wondered how this sort of place 'looked' to the Miraluka pilot. Though, maybe Sannika was missing out. Perhaps there was something more magical that the blind one beheld through whatever strange method she saw things. Even so, the twi'lek kind of liked her physical eyes. "Can you see sounds?" she asked above the noise of the techno-rock that was being flooded into the bar. "'Cause I bet this would look snazzy!"

Finding a seat near some hefty pilot dude, the green one tugged Juwiela onto the stool next to hers and rested her elbows on the counter. What to order? She may or may not be legal, depending on which planet this was.

[member="Ric Ardellian"], [member="Lugus Porkins"], [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Thane Drexel"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

"Porkchop," Ric said with a smile as he motioned for him to sit down at the bar. "First thing is first man, liquid confidence. A shot of whiskey, then my good man, we're gonna get you on the dance floor and see if we can find you a lady friend..."

Ask Ric what his goal was, it was to get Porkins laid. The guy needed to get out more often, and if he was interested in the ladies, he needed to talk to them, date them. Right so it didn't have to be about sex, but Porkins needed to at least know what he was missing out on. A bar wasn't always the place to meet Mrs. Right, but it was a great place for miss right now. Fun, that was plan for the night. Porkins was gonna learn to let his hair down, hit on the ladies, and learn from his mistakes, because well, Porkins had warned him before that a crash and burn was likely. That was how one learned though.

The lightning jacket was gonna have to be the first thing to go though. Ric made a mental note that he might want to take Porkins shopping to get some clothes to go out in. It was a statement piece though, and right up there with the pilot's personality. Maybe he could pull it off, but he certainly didn't look ready to have a night on the dance floor.

Naturally Ric noticed the two ladies next to them. One was a miraluka, the other a Twi'lek. The Twi'lek sat right next to Porkins. This was going to be interesting. Trix smiled nodded with his head to the fighter pilot.

"Don't look now, but a pretty hot Twi'lek just sat down next to you... better say hi," Ric said as he took a drink of his ale. "Offer to buy her and her friend their first round."

[member="Lugus Porkins"]n | [member="Juwiela Melec"] | [member="Sannika Brynn"]

 

[Lugus Porkins]

Lugus took a seat next to Ric swirling the shot of whiskey around in his left hand. Couldn't hurt he guessed. Only one. He downed it in a quick motion then looked back at Ric, "Woo, gunna be shaking our grove things. Like shaking what my momma gave me." He didn't comment on finding a lady friend. He was sure that wasn't going to happen. Even if he did leave with a girl on his arm, he would take her home and call it a night. He wasn't a guy that would take advantage of a situation. If Lugus knew Ric's plan of getting him some action, Lugus would have given him the "talk" about how that was for marriage and love. How Ric would really pay for it and learn his lesson if he found out he had a child somewhere in the galaxy.

Not to mention Lugus hadn't even got a kiss on the lips yet. He almost kissed a Selkath once. She shifted lightly how ever. His lips hit the side of her face and like hitting an oil spill his face slid off hers and into the door frame. Needless to say he didn't try it again.

-"Don't look now, but a pretty hot Twi'lek just sat down next to you... better say hi."

Lugus turned slightly only to remember Ric said not to look. Lightly glance. He peaked his eyes over and notice the lime green Twi'lek... Well she was interesting looking at least. Lugus didn't really have a thing for Twi'leks. What should he do? He paused eyes slightly wide. Pick up line? He didn't know many most were nerdier than he was. Complements? He was sure she had a nice face he could complement that, right? ... MAGIC! Girls like magic tricks. This was the way to go.

-"Offer to buy her and her friend their first round."

Duh... This was the obvious thing to do. Lugus smiled turning to check the prices of the drinks first. His jaw nearly dropped. THAT MUCH? He could honestly say he didn't spend to much time or money in a bar. He grumbled mentally the moved on around looking at the back of the twi'lek's... head tails? He paused raising his hand holding up a finger his mouth slightly open. She didn't see him yet. He needed to get her attention in a very calm and casual way. He final just decided to tap on her shoulder.

"Hi," he somehow managed to get his voice a lot more higher pitched and girlier than it already was. He cleared his throat and tried again, "Hi, Could I buy you lovelies the first round?" Well that wasn't awkward. Lovelies? Were did he pull that word from. He motioned his hand oddly and managed to call the bartender over.

[member="Ric Ardellian"] [member="Sannika Brynn"] [member="Juwiela Melec"]

 

[Juwiela Melec]

It was odd for Juwiela to ever really relax of late. The pressures of war tended to take any opportunities for such and promptly disregard them, instead making time for training runs and their live action counterparts. Being in a place like this, where her only real worry was what to order and how the two Rogues would spend the rest of their night. Cracking a smile at Sannika's question, she shook her head. "Colors? Not quite. It still looks pretty crazy to me. In the good way, of course." While she didn't perceive the world as every other physically sighted being did, her way of seeing was still sophisticated enough that she was able to pilot, and pilot well. To put it simply she saw the Force signatures of every being, regardless of whether they were sensitive themselves. It made for color, at least.

Everyone had a certain look to them, whether they were pilots, mechanics, soldiers, doctors, or anything in between. That went for how they were viewed through the Force as well. And if there was one type of person this bar had an abundance of, it was pilots. Never had she been in the company of so many others that would know exactly what she was talking about when it came to the dogfights she'd been in over the years. Well, they probably wouldn't know exactly what she was talking about. She still saw battles in a different light than anyone else, thanks to her lack of physical eyes. That meant the controls of her ship had to be adapted auditorily as well. But they would still get the idea, at least.

Two individuals that caught her eye right away were those men nearest the pair. It seemed they had come to the same establishment together as well. There was a look about them... Fighter pilots. Finally. Maybe they'd have an interesting conversation or two before the night was done. Before that could begin, however, an inquiry was posed to them first. If it had been physically possible for her to blink in surprise she would have. Never had she considered the possibility of being approached that night, but as she did with everything, she adapted quickly. Turning her head to look briefly at Sannika, she flashed a half-smile. "What d'you think?" Legality was always an issue, after all.

[member="Lugus Porkins"], [member="Ric Ardellian"], [member="Sannika Brynn"]

 

[Sannika Brynn]

Well, there was this... okay guy right next to her as of a couple seconds ago, and already he was saying hello. This was not exactly new for her. She should really avoid bars in the future if she was looking to go unnoticed by the opposite gender. But the fact was that maybe she was hoping for that sort of attention. Maybe.

"Yo," Sannika replied, a slight wrist-bending wave accompanying her greeting as her eyes made contact with that head full of hair. Hair was a strange thing to her--in a nice, way, she supposed, but it was so foreign to her and her kind. A twi'lek with hair? That just did not work. But it was a lot more convenient for wearing helmets than her lekku, she had to admit that.

Now, what did she think about the offer of drinks? Why not! Except that her dad was sort of an alcoholic. Not that it made him a bad guy or anything. She loved her father and he loved her. Just one drink could not be too bad, right? She was old enough to at least get away with it. "Yeah, let's!" she whispered back to Juwiela.

Scanning the taps, the Rogue Squadron pilot suddenly realized she had no idea what was good and what was not. She really did not even know if she would like liquor. But the nice guy was offering... "Do you have any suggestions?" she asked the man, a small smile directed towards him. Was it okay to accept drinks from strangers without getting into trouble? This was the first time she had had to face this sort of decision. Maybe she should just dive right in. "I mean... Nothing too heavy, right?" The twi'lek laughed a tinge forced, but she was going to be nice to this guy for now, whatever the situation was.

[member="Ric Ardellian"], [member="Lugus Porkins"], [member="Juwiela Melec"]