A Night of Fun

[Zaq Alphax]

"Keep it comin'," he murmured to the bartender. Zaq Alphax sat, hunched over the bar, blaster at his side. He had come to this cantina to get drunk and forget it all. Sometimes, your past catches up to you, and today he felt exceptionally unwell. It was as though the souls of every bounty he had gone after were coming back to kick his ass.

The bartender gazed at him worriedly, most likely because he didn't think the man could afford the tab he had accumulated over the night, but kept pouring until the bounty hunter's cup was filled to the brim with some alcoholic drink. Zaq had forgotten what exactly he was drinking.

He was deep in thought, oblivious to everything else around him. The cantina was bustling tonight, with the people at the bar sitting elbow to elbow. The space around them was warm with the body heat of dozens of life forms, and the atmosphere reeked of booze and grease. It was just the type of place people came to Nar Shaddaa to waste their credits.

The bounty hunter took a sip of his drink, holding a cigarra in his other hand, now taking the time to gaze around the room and take it all the faces.

 

[Salazar Z'Garrus]

Salazar had been going to quite a few bars as of late. He had a lot he wished he could forget, and booze helped as much as anything else. After swindling a young bounty Hunter out of his credits, he thought he would live a little before leaving the Smuggler's Moon. Wasting no time, he walked up to the bar, shoving past two of the patrons, a nameless drunk and a bounty Hunter, who looked like he drank more than he could handle (@The Matt) ordering two shots for himself. The nameless drunk nearly fell off of his stool, but stood up, drunkenly glaring at Salazar before walking to another end of the bar.

 

[Rallick Nom]

Another night, another bar. Ral's life had become too mundane. This hunt of his was getting tiring, and more and more he seemed to be attracted to alcohol as an escape from his frustration. How was he supposed to find this rumored exile cell if they kept on vanishing every time he started getting too close.

Pushing away those thoughts, he made his way towards the bar and reached out between two men (@The Matt @Gian Greydragon) and pulled a bottle of what looked like the expensive stuff towards himself. Pulling the cork open with his mouth, he spat it away before taking a good chug of the drink, only to find the taste was nowhere near his liking and ended up spitting it all out, spraying the men at the bar with a mixture of booze and saliva. Great, he thought as he lowered the bottle to his side, that should make them happy.

 

[Zaq Alphax]

Zaq was rudely jolted in his seat by a newcomer who caused another patron to leave. The bounty hunter almost fell off his chair when the guy bumped into him, and he spilled a little whisky on the counter. The bartender gave them both a stern gaze. Turning to the brown haired man, who was now drinking two shots, Zaq frowned. "Hey, bud, watch it," he muttered, not unkindly, before turning back to his own drink.

He was jolted once again as yet another new person made a beeline for them and spit all over them. Now visibly upset and soaking wet, Zaq stood, chair clattering behind him as it fell to the ground due to the force of his rise. "Alright, listen, pal. You can come in here and be rough--it's a cramped place, I get it--but the moment you spit all over me, we're gonna have a kriffin' problem." He backed away, holding a bottle in his clenched fist, its neck in his hand. He slammed the bottle on the counter, shattering it and turning it into a rather sharp weapon.

"Am I gonna have any more interruptions now, or can I drink my kriffin' alcohol in peace?" he asked, shouting the last part. The nearby patrons had drawn away from them with furtive glances. It seemed as though no one wanted to step in, but they were ready to watch if a fight were to arise.

@Wit @Gian Greydragon

 

[Salazar Z'Garrus]

Salazar laughed as the Bounty Hunter type got visibly and verbally angry. "Simmer down, Princess Pissy Britches, or we really will have a problem. It's the same dribble you're probably drinking, just outside; absorb it through your skin or something. Now quit breaking bottles, before you break a nail," he said between downing his shots, leaning gingerly against the counter, his free hand hovering over one of his pistols. A snide smirk crossed his face. Salazar wasn't the least bit intimidated by the moody drunk. "I've met Exiles with fewer mood swings than you," he said, hailing for two more shots.

@The Matt @Wit

 

[Rallick Nom]

Ral was irritated, frustrated, and in no mood for putting up with any sort of drama. He wanted to find those exiles, and maybe the best way to do that was to let them find him. With the man (@The Matt) having broken a bottle to create an impromptu weapon and threatening him, Ral's patience ran out.

With the bottle still gripped in his left hand, the one closer to the other man (@Gian Greydragon), he dropped the bottle and sucked in the Force. He also grabbed his vibroblade off of his belt with his right hand, releasing its blade even as his hand was rising and with the weapon pointed upwards and the upward motion of his hand to raise the blade he would attempt to stab the man under his chin, the blade slamming up through his brain and out the top of his skull. At the same time he was on the alert, Force held on the ready if he needed to defend himself.

Never raise a weapon unless you plan to use it.

 

[Zaq Alphax]

"I see this is gonna be that sort of party," he said. He stepped sideways to the left, parallel to the bar behind him, as the man swung out at him and threw the bottle at his head. Zaq knocked over several glasses and bottles on the bar, causing them to fall and shatter at their feet. A small bit of his cloak was sliced cleanly off by the vibrosword, but no other harm came to him.

He had dodged the initial attack, and while the man would move, Zaq would take his stun stick off its belt and aim a blow diagonally down onto the man with the vibrosword, hoping to hit him between his neck and his shoulder. Should he hit, the man would likely be knocked out, or at least lose control of his upper body. Still, it could be worse. The man should be happy Zaq did not use a vibrosword, like he did.

The nearby patrons had fled now, likely assuming this would have been a simple hand-to-hand fight, only to find themselves sorely mistaken. Some had taken their chairs to the edge of the group, only to leave them vacant once they ran away.

@Wit

 

[Salazar Z'Garrus]

Salazar watched as the situation devolved into a fight, one that would surely end in death for one or more of these individuals. Not wanting to be left out, he extended a hand, gripping one of the more full bottles of booze on the bar, a 2 gallon jug of vodka, as the bounty Hunter turned to strike at the man wielding the vibrosword, and slung it, aiming for the back of his head, with enough force to break it over the back of his skull.

@Wit

 

[Rallick Nom]

Ral grinned as the man he had attacked stepped to the side, the thrill of a fight setting in. With the Force flowing though him, he moved quickly and raised his left hand to prevent the stun baton from hitting its intended target. Catching the man's wrist, he broke the momentum of his swing and would also prevent him from moving in case he tried to evade Ral's next attack. The attack itself followed as soon as he caught the man's wrist. Ral twisted his vribroblade so that its edge pointed sideways and swung it towards the man, aiming to cut through his neck and separate his head from his body.

If the other man's attack also connected the bottle would probably collide with a dismembered head and send both toppling away to the side.

@The Matt @Gian Greydragon

 

[Zaq Alphax]

Zaq could see the man reach for the jug out of the corner of his eye. Before he was able to act on it, the vibrosword-wielding newcomer grabbed him by the hand, so Zaq immediately lifted his leg out to kick him in the kneecap as hard as he could. He was in the middle of the action when the vibrosword cut through his neck, beheading him and killing him instantly.

His stun stick clattered to the floor, rolling away under some table. The bounty hunter's corpse fell, sprawling over the bar and knocking over the rest of the bottles on it. His head came to a bouncing stop a meter away from the 3. In the end, the bottle had hit it as it fell, causing it to be knocked even further.