We Fall Down, We Get Back Up...

[Alkor Centaris]

He swayed into the bar quietly as merrymaking barked on both sides of him. Booze sloshed the floor and pint glasses slammed onto tables as men sang incoherent songs, jovial and without a care among them. Alkor brushed past women dancing together and noticed two men on either side of a round table, stalemate locked in the throes of an arm wrestling match. Their grunts were swallowed by the sound of a voice to his right.

"Can I get you a drink, sir?" The droid croaked in an aged voice that belied a damaged vocal unit. "We have most vintages from recent years in stock, as well as several varieties of local and regional brews-" The mechanical voice halted abruptly as the Corellian held up his hand.

"Ale," he answered. "Just ale, whatever kind you can manage." He hardly cared about what he drank at this point. Ord Mantell City happened to be the closest large, civilized destination in the sector Alkor could manage to refuel. His knowledge of galactic possessions and occupation was scant at best, so whether he happened to be in territory that qualified as friendly or not, he was ignorant of. Therefore, he wore his lightsaber beneath his cloak for good measure, but he made sure it remained well out of sight.

The droid whistled a few sounds that Alkor did not recognize- he never cared to learn Droid talk, or whatever the hell that language was. Leave that to mechanics and machines, he figured. Starships could translate for their pilots. That's all that really mattered. When it turned back to the Dark Jedi, it bowed its head slightly.

"We have Nabeen, if that will suffice?"

Alkor cringed, then sighed. "Fine, if that's all you have," he answered. "Everything distilled outside the Core may as well be piss, though," he sulked.

The Droid seemed to ignore the second comment. "Coming right up, sir. Thank you for your business."

"Thanks for the drink," Alkor muttered. He turned his gaze back toward the group amassed in the bar, then took his place at a table off on his own. The ale came back quickly, and he took it from the droid. He tasted the drink and sneered. "Piss," he reiterated. "But it'll have to do."

In no particular order:
[member="Lugaid Sigurdsson"]
[member="Aramir Eldarion"]
[member="Azula Feanor"]
[member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]
[member="Livna Zios"]
[member="Natalya Thane"]
[member="Seanna Vel"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Livna had been truly lucky. Since her escape from her former Lady, Priestess Tiin, she’d been able to make a few credits here and there without delving into any unsavory lines of work. Not that she hadn’t considered it. Some days it seemed like the couple of credits made by waitressing or dishwashing – essentially for employers who could not afford droids – was not worth the bone-tiredness at the end of the day. Being a dancer or someone’s companion… those easy credits, luxury living, traveling, spice… all of it had an appeal to her.

But she’d just come from an abusive relationship. There was always that risk she’d fall headfirst into an even worse predicament. Specifically her encounter with Sith Lord, Marcus came to mind. The galaxy is full of Prazutis’s and Marcus's, thought Livna bitterly. Men who will use you up and spit you out, with nary a thought or a care to your own needs, your hopes and dreams. She’d scraped up enough credits to travel to Ord Mantell City to visit with an old friend from Iktotch. Once she’d caught up with Oran, an Iktotchi playmate she’d had as a kid, she went alone to a cantina to relax. Oran had a lovely family, children, responsibilities. Hard to even fathom, thought the former servant. Livna was nowhere near domestication.

The bar atmosphere was raucous with patrons in the throes of drinking, dancing, fighting or all three. Livna slipped inside barely detected until a hoarse and oxidized droid asked her what she wanted to drink. “Do you have any wine from Iktotch?” Livna was used to drinking the strong, red wine of the Caprine, made from vineyards in her own backyard, but she knew the wine wasn’t exported widely across the galaxy.

“We don’t have Ikotchi wine, Gentlebeing, but we do have Honey Wine.”

“Oh that sounds very good,” remarked the blonde Caprine. “I’ll have that.” Once the droid came back with a tall flute of the golden, bubbly alcohol, she gazed around the bar until her green eyes landed on a dark-haired human sitting alone at a table. Gregarious by nature, Caprine were extremely social creatures; Livna was no exception. But still, something told her to approach with caution, a prickle of wariness. She decided to play it safe and sit at the table just beside him in case he was more introverted than she.

[member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Aramir Eldarion"] [member="Azula Feanor"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Natalya Thane"] [member="Seanna Vel"]

 

[Garza]

There was always something to do in a bar. Unlike some who enjoyed drinking all too much, and others who cared little about themselves and almost drowned in their own vomit and liquor, I preferred to simply enjoy the burning of a nice whiskey sliding down my throat, and a little bit of a bantha beef stew. Sure was good around these parts anyways. It wasn't like there was anything to say no to here. Considering I stayed in the back, puffing on an old pipe that I had found within my old home. Or at least what I thought was my old home.

My favorite part was to see people waste their lives away. Parting too hard, drinking so fast their throat was on fire, and even seeing people prey on those who felt like having a "good time" However, it was here that I watched people. Get a sense of how many in this Galaxy operated. The usual of the Jock like idiots who cared more about the size of their manhood than Galactic War. You had the cunning, and deceitful women who stood beside them. Using them for their credits, reputation, or just for pleasure. Very likely, all of that was being done at once.

You had the Simple folk who came in for a drink or two with friends. Just to think of the old times, and then move on. You had people who wanted to party, and most of all, the sulkers. Drinking whatever was available, and even if it tasted like chit. It was one particular man who was alone at this point who had decided to do just that. I smiled as I took another puff of the pipe before taking a swig of whiskey. Even more so when a woman was speaking of a planet I had not yet heard of. She having horns, and her skin... strangely hairy. However, it didn't look ugly at all. She pulled off the look quite well. I only wondered where she came from, and why she was here? A beautiful face should not be in this kind of place.

Staying back in my little corner, I took one more puff before needing to refill the pipe with tabaco. Lighting it with a snap of my fingers, I breathed it in one more time. Feeling the sweet smell waft towards my nose, and feeling the burn in my chest. It felt so good right now.

[member="Livna Zios"], [member="Alkor Centaris"],

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Kurayami had decided that unlike his last fighter that he built, he needed to give the new interceptor a good shakedown run. See how comfortable it was to be in for prolonged periods of time. It wasn't even a full meter taller than he was in height and was not very spacious in terms of width though. The thing only came in at slightly longer than an X-Wing. Though after putting it through multiple simulations and finally getting in the thing and flying it out this far, he had to admit he was just as comfortable, if not slightly moreso in this than his A-Wing.

He was not here to talk up his new design though, he was here for a drink. He always seemed to find places with a good mix of people who frequented them. His gait was relaxed and confident, as he removed his helmet the slight smirk on his face and constant movement of his eyes around the area was a give away that he was not used to things going slow around him. He was cautious, and this time the saber wasn't on his hip in plain view as it had been before, it was stashed carefully in his utility belt. There were two pistols hung in thigh holsters, ancient designs that had been upgraded to be useful in this day and age, CZX-4 blaster pistols. His posture suggested that he was not unapproachable or looking for a fight, though by the same token it didn't suggest he was overly friendly.

He walked slowly up to the bar and leaned against it, resting his elbows and forearms on the counter, glancing down the length of it to either side of himself. As the bar tender approached him to ask for his order, he told the man to give him a Namana nectar and to just open a tab. After being served his drink he went back to scanning the cantina for any familiar faces, and he practiced reaching out through the Force to see if any presences stood out. The act was not aggressive or intrusive, it was just a way for him to check his surroundings with greater ease. Kurayami had always prided himself on situational awareness and adaptability in most any circumstance. The focus required for him to keep searching the area was greater than he had anticipated and he didn't want to start any problems here, so he stopped and concentrated on his drink. To any nearby it would have been clear he was a Force user in some respect, though he oddly didn't feel like either a Jedi or a Sith. Whether he was fully aware of any of this was completely debatable to any nearby who took note.

Though he turned his attention to the cantina at large and leaned back against the bar he made no move to approach anyone. He let his mind drift as it would, not that such an idea was a good one most days, but the euphoric nature of his chosen drink kept him focused on happier times. And the cantina seemed more than familiar to him, Ord City was where he had landed right? With how many cantinas he had been to it wasn't surprising that after a time they began to blur together, hell sometimes he and Aquila Squadron basically operated out of them. The thought brought a slight chuckle from Kurayami as he enjoyed the anonymity here, even if there were some who gave sidelong glances upon seeing the coloration of his armor and the yellow '013' on the helmet hung at his hip and that was emblazoned slightly larger on the back of his armor just below the collar. In response he just raised his glass in a salute and nodded subtly before taking a sip.

[member="Aramir Eldarion"] [member="Livna Zios"] [member="Alkor Centaris"]

 

[Seanna Vel]

Finding herself with some time off that was a change with her business. Even so she couldn't help but feel a smirk on her lips tonight. Knowing that what those sweet lips of her would be tasting soon enough that was the fine whiskey. That very thought made her feel so over joy, even so much looking at her two men that she had brought with her, drinks on me tonight boys. Just maybe this was a duty as a boss that she doing with the loyalist of her men that she brought with her.

Flipping her long hair upon her shoulder it was time to get this drinking started for this little redneck sweet heart.

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As she step in tonight with out her make-up her hair down it was time for the Nerf rancher to get down. Even then she wasn't one to do nothing but that have a good time. There her men went right for the whole that was the drinking one to order up. Before she could get up there to the barkeeper. " You heard right I"m buy these two all the drinks they want tonight. " , giving that playful wink. As she eyed the keeper first then those around [member="Livna Zios"] caught her eye why wouldn't such a lovely as she was do just that. One would be a fool not to think something odd even those one like her didn't seem to be one would image to be in a place like this. Rolling up her sleeves a bit. Sweet Whiskey, on the rocks.

Turning around as she lend the back of her arms against the bar, as she let her very greenish eyes out in the place. Feel something that was the face the one that seem to be in a corner by him self. Now that was a site to see her business partner [member="Aramir Eldarion"] of sort to be there such an old man like him.

Upon here this one [member="Alkor Centaris"] say something under his breath about piss, Couldn't help but slip him a smirk. Sweet pea, if every want the good stuff could come visit my brewery sometime, we got good stuff , whiskey, wine, rum and ale." giving him a playful wink of her, she was here to relax and have some good time drinking, meeting others with the same passion for drinking, what was that in her mind only she could say that was for the others to guess.

[member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]