Arasuum's Palace: Mav, Pirur

[Diva]

Arasuum's Palace
Sundari, Mandalore

Death Disabled*
*This is a social thread, taking place well within the boarders of the Mandalorian Dominion. Any are welcome, but please think very carefully about what you are walking into, and why.

Named for the Mandalorian God of Sloth, the "devil may care" atmosphere of Arasuum's has quickly made it the hottest club in Mandalorian space. Built for sin and celebration, this monolith of culture has room to accommodate the finest tastes, and plebeian rates under one roof.

Inside there is always live music, and dancing; but they also respect the traditional ways, and have a large standing room brawling pit in the lower level. The main floor has a sprawling dance floor, smoking lounges, and a few champagne rooms; while the mezzanine is reserved for those who can afford to be seen there.

No armor or firearms allowed beyond the front doors, and nothing else any bigger than you can wear on your hip. Any spats or physical confrontations are to be taken directly to the Pit, or out the front door.

TONIGHT ONLY!
Arasuum's opens its doors to celebrate the independence of Mandalore, and the new Mandalorian Dominion. To honor the bravest of the brave there is a one night special:

Warrriors drink free.

Mav Mando'ade
Mav Pirur.

Spoiler: Tags

Prime Minister:
Veryc Almec (@Arclight ) (FL)
Chief of Staff:
Nalu Fibuna (@Nalu Fibuna ) (AFL)
Mand'alor:
Talia Al'saif (@Sreeya )
Protectors:
Aethon Kast (@Kori Buor(AFL))
Tannen Ashley Bralor (@Nalu Fibuna )
SuperCommandos:
Dak Veren (@Phœnix )
Abigail Soler (@Rae Anne Jarrus )
Q'san Genet (@Gian Greydragon )
Aria Deece (@Relent )
Mav Kote (@RedneckLoves )
Jemma Rhi'mans (@Proleptic )
Mikha'el Atin'al (@Loco)
Aryn Rau (@Arclight )
Saviin Echoy'la (@The Star of Chaos )
Nicolás Saprophyt (@Deviant )
Jatt Bralor (@Demetrios )
Tsunami (@Tsunami )
Aiden Fett (@Chask274 )
A'den Vhett (@Apollyon )
Kael Rodarch (@Branok )
A'donii Rodarch (@Rimrald )
Tau Lu (@Malon )
Jeyne Merrik, M.D. (@Padmé )
Lexi Frost (@Gamov )
Thyr Amnis (@Simonev )
Barr Wren (@Ecclessey )
Adkae Keldau (@SithFTW )
Jean Havoc (@Wit )
Dax Rowen (@Nerovec )
Karissa Kryze (@Prudence )
Korun (@The Maelstrom )
Asterion (@Kori Buor )
Telag Zar'af (@LordOfShadows )


Other:
Seera Lone (@DEC-1BL )
Jace Lorso (@Ecclessey )
Versae Almec (@Balla Vahla )
Jason Bates (@Richie B. )
Groode Spar (@Rimrald )

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[Wit]

Drunk out of her mind, Jean stumbled around with a stupid grin on her face, a poisoned zenji needle shoved into her hair to hold it up, and two helmets in her hands. She didn't really remember how she managed to get her hands on the helmets, but then being sneaky was her business. Oblivious to the fact that people were still on edge about the whole bombing fiasco at the funeral, she didn't think anyone would be that bothered by her walking around with two helmets in her hands and offering everyone bombs. Specially because everyone didn't share her drunk sense of humor.

Bombs on me bitches! She giggled as she raised the helmets above her head, each hand holding up a helmet facing upwards. Within seconds there were a magnitude of weapons pointed at her, because no one was allowed weapons meant that almost everyone had tries to sneak something in. Not realizing that it was the security that her drunken antics had attracted, she simply let out an even louder guffaw on what she thought was an ironic situation.

Man are you guys uptight buzz kills! Tilting the helmets sideways, she let the liquids they housed pour out, moving her mouth to catch the merging streams. I thought you fools knew how to party!

Oblivious to the reactions she drew as people sheepishly put away their weapons, she threw away the spare helmet and twirled the other one in her hand, making her way towards the nearest bar to get another shot.

 

[Arcangel]

Aryn was a nervous mess. She stood outside Arasuum's Palace, wearing a simple thigh length pink dress. She felt ridiculously stupid, she couldn't remember the last time she wore a dress. But at the same time she felt giddy like a schoolgirl on her first date. It was a rare occasion that Aryn was able to let her hair down, put on some make-up and feel pretty. Her father would have killed her if he saw her like this, were he still alive.

Even the name of the place stunk of sin, Arasuum's Palace. Aryn almost felt ashamed of even being near the establishment. Almost. But for the most part she felt a girlish excitement at the prospect of having a few drinks and attempting to dance. Walking through the doors, Aryn was in shock. The establishment was absolutely packed, of course it would be, as warriors drank free that night. Pushing her way through the crowd, she made her way to the bar, passing a crazy drunk woman who was pouring liquor out of a pair of helmets into her mouth. Shaking her head at the debauchery, Aryn managed to squeeze through to the bar.

"Uhhh... I will have a Mando'ade please."

The bartender either didn't hear her, or was ignoring her as Aryn ordered the fizzy yellow alcoholic beverage. Speaking up louder in an attempt to be heard over the blaring music, she shouted her order again. The bartender looked at her and rolled his eyes before pouring her drink and sliding it towards her, bringing his hand up and holding up five fingers, opening and closing the hand three times before rubbing his thumb and forefinger together in the universally known hand gesture for credits.

Confused, Aryn stared blankly at him for a second before realizing what was happening. The man didn't think she was a warrior. Furious, her eyes narrowed, and as the bartender moved to take the drink back at the lack of forthcoming payment, her hand shot forward, grabbing his and pulling the man forward with a sudden jerk. Grabbing her drink off the table with the off hand as the man's chest slammed into the bar, she glared at the bartender for a moment as he realized his mistake. Letting him go, the man stood up and rubbed his shoulder, wincing, before giving her a nod. Smiling sheepishly, Aryn turned back to the club proper and sipped her fizzy beverage with wide eyes.

 

[Proleptic]

Jemma had always been a party person. The entirety of her youth had revolved around making poor decisions and getting kriff-faced at clubs. That was how she had become so awesome, of course. She had always been the life of the party, whether in a good or bad way, usually the bad, and she had just one rule: never let a drink go un-drunk. That philosophy would hold true throughout eternity, but it's true meaning would evolve with the winds.

Tonight, it meant forgetting Prudii-Kriffing-Kyramud.

The kessing Mand'alor had driven her to the depths of infatuation and insanity, pushed her to her limits both physically and mentally, and then just gone off and dropped off like a fly, and to some lousy childhood friend, no less! Jemma had more than few bones to pick with Prudii, but his current occupation as a deceased warrior made effectively communicating rather trying. That didn't stop Jemma, of course.

Flashback

"And y'know, I really miss Becky. She was the funniest thing, y'know?" Jemma rambled between drinks. The woman rubbed her eyes tiredly, but just kept up her routine, talking, drinking, and repeating. "I mean I never heard her speak, the darn bird would never talk when I was in the room, for whatever reason, but I just know she was funny, because she was yours, y'know?" The crazed woman took another swig from the unmarked bottle in her hand.

For all her insanity, Jemma had truly cared for Prudii. Of course, that care had began as infatuation, but it had evolved to so much more than that, for Jemma. She knew that Prudii never truly loved her, or perhaps even liked her, but he had the kindness to tolerate her, and that was something she sorely needed. The impact of his loss was hitting hard. The girl was devastated, taken back to the time when she lost her entire family. For the first time, she had let herself get close to someone, if in the most insane way, and it had been ripped away, just as before.

It only reinforced Jemma's idea that she was truly bad luck. She was just the universe's bad joke, at this point. "Why did you die, Prudii?" Jemma sad quietly, considering the drink in her hand with an oddly sober expression. She tossed the bottle aside as tears began welling up in her eyes, and she laid back down on the bed, clutching a keepsake from Prudii.

She didn't really know why she had it, actually. It wasn't even something special that they had shared. A sweatshirt given to her from Prudii would have been special. A piece of his armor would have been spectacular. Instead, Jemma was left clutching a sock, one which had met a short demise at Jemma's thievery. A sock was all she had left of her beloved Mand'alor, but she would hold onto it for dear life. She allowed herself to fall into a restless sleep, wishing nothing more than to have the one person she cared for back.

End Flashback​

Jemma had quite enough of crying, and she was ready to fix it. She knew it wasn't a slow process, and she knew this wasn't a permanent solution, but partying was the way to go if you wanted a band-aid. Jemma smiled to herself, allowing pleasant memories of Prudii and his wild parties to fill her mind. Ahh, that's better.

Jemma's smile turned into a elfish grin, and she hopped up on the bar, hoisting a cocktail in each hand, screaming to the club at the top of her lungs. "LET'S GET KESSING WASTED, YOU WHORES!"

 

[Kori Buor]

The thumping electric beats of the music, the ghostly synthesizers, the deafening buzz of a hundred conversations happening at once, the spectral lightshow of a rainbow of neon lights, it was all part of the experience which only served to make Arasuum a place that people wished to come back to once they had left. As he felt the beating of the music fill his bones there was a man at the bar who was trying to enjoy himself. This place was nicer than the joint he visited on Nar Shaddaa, and despite the crowd and the stares he got from random people, he found it was easy to lose himself and everything he had remembered, everything he had experienced. Picking up a glass of tihaar, Asterion downed the two fingers with a single gulp. There was already a delightful buzz in his mind; he had been there since the bar opened slowly drinking himself away, and he could barely remember most of the names of the people he had cared about.

Grabbing the bottle, he poured himself another two fingers of tihaar, picking the glass in his hand and turning around on the bar stool right as a woman in a plain yet attractive pink dress snatched a glass of fizzy yellow drink from a bartender, drawing his attention for a moment, but it seemed like it was a minor misunderstanding as nothing else happened. Chuckling as the woman sipped on her drink, Asterion raised a glass to her in a toast. Another woman seemed to be drinking from a pair helmets, already completely wasted. Nearby another woman shouted out over the noise that they were all whores and that they all should get wasted. Muttering out his reply he said, "Already on my way there, girl."

Closing his eyes, Asterion enjoyed the buzz of the alcohol, the rhythm of the music, and the idle chatter of the people there. There was nothing to dull his pleasure, nothing he would let bring himself down. He was going to lose himself tonight and he didn't care who saw him, who stared, or who made a fuss. Manda, who knew what might happen, maybe he would challenge someone to a round or two in the fighting pit if the urge took him. For now he was simply going to enjoy his drink, enjoy the atmosphere, and see where the night took him.

 

[Phoenix]

He definitely felt like he deserved a bit of R&R. Sure, he enjoyed fighting - loved it even - and there was no shortage of work for him to do at any given time, but tonight he was just here to take a load off, drink, and have a nice time. To that end, he'd come out to a bar that seemed to be all the rage lately and they were offering free drinks, so why not?

He was so used to wearing armor wherever he went that it almost felt unnatural to be back in regular clothes again, but he'd managed to grab some jeans and a leather jacket and barely stopped himself from strapping on a pistol. Establishments seemed to be tense after the bombing and even the citizens like himself were as well. He compromised with himself and just brought knives instead. They didn't seem to care about that. Regardless, he didn't think there'd be another incident here with the amount of security he spotted on the way in. No, it would have been pretty dumb.

As he walked in he realized the painful truth: he actually didn't know a lot of these people. All the work he had done and most of the people he had fought beside to free Mandalore were gone. High attrition rate apparently. The thought was grim and heavy and the perfect cure for that was alcohol. So, he made his way over to the bar and slammed back a Keldabe car bomb to drown out the thoughts.

Another one, please, he yelled at the bartender over the pulsing of the music as he slid the glass back, fully intending to be drunk by the end of the night.

 

[LordOfShadows]

Telag wasn't too fond of night clubs. The last club he ventured into became a blood bath with him barely slipping out unharmed. He would have liked to forget that night altogether, but that memory wasn't about to leave him anytime soon. The night was young and he just needed to get a few of these free drinks. Tonight, he sported a red calf length jacket with black slacks with stylish boots. The weightlessness of his clothes made him feel vulnerable and he hated not having a weapon on hand. Well, rules were rules and he had to leave his blaster pistol at the front. It was a celebration to be remembered by all of Mandalore to then be forgotten behind lots of alcoholic beverages. The feelings he had were slightly nonchalant. Though, there was a tad bit of excitement that he may get the chance to bust some heads in the pit.

Arasuum's Palace was a pretty rad place. Telag probably would have enjoyed it even more if he been thirteen years younger. It was bright and packed with people. One thing's for sure is that Mandalorians knew how to fight and threw better celebrations. Telag relaxed his shoulders as he began making his way to the bar. He skimmed the bar for an empty seat and rubbed his beard before sitting in an open spot. He took a quick glance at one Mandalorian who seemed to be hammered to the Outer Rim and back again. He wasn't sure if she was purposely drinking out of the helmets or she was pretending to drink from the skulls of her enemies. Telag felt it was better not to stare. Plus, he had to quench his alcoholic needs.

"I'll take a couple of Hard Concordian Ales!" he yelled out to the bartender. The bartender nodded his head and placed two tall pints of Telag's beverage of choice on the bar. Telag pulled out a cigar from his belt and placed it in his mouth before the bartender pointed at the "Smoking Prohibited at the Bar". Slightly discouraged, he placed the cigar back into it's case. He lifted up a glass of hard alcohol and yelled out, "Kote at te Dominion!" He threw back the drink without stopping to breath. Before he knew it, he had already knocked back both beverages and yelled out to the bartender.

"Two More, Vod!"

 

[Eccles]

"What about Viszla?" Barr inquired curiously with a warrior who claimed to have been at Prudii Kyramud's funeral, "Did you see either Caedryn or Ral?" The old man's enthusiasm was noticeable in his voice, yet the warrior at other end of the table had already befuddled his mind too much with free liquor to recollect the faces he'd seen. "Kessing drunk," Barr grumbled as he brought his glass of Bantha milk to his lips and scoured the main floor of Arasuum's palace. A good portion of the present warriors had survived his training methods, which was known to separate the warrior from the security officer, yet the old man couldn't help but feel a small dent in his pride as he looked at their fresh scars and tales of recent glory. Where had he been? he caught himself wondering, not deeming his tenure as Moff of Raxus important enough to mention. Sharing his uneasiness were some of the Mandalorians from Raxus who had left the Sith Brotherhood with their Moff and couldn't quite detach themselves emotionally from their cousins' tales on how they decimated the forces of the Sacred Band of Ziost, or how Talia Al'Saif, the Mand'alor apparent, fried a Dark Lord.

Barr nodded to one of his former underlings, who thanks to her looks was receiving plenty of positive attention from the male crowd, and she smiled back awkwardly. This wasn't their scene. Barr would have rather been in the wilderness of his beloved home, teaching her how to navigate and survive it when being hunted or doing the hunting herself. All his former underlings knew that they had a lot of training to go through before being able to measure up with the likes of Aryn Rau and Aethon Kast, but missing the celebration of the reclaiming of Mandalore would make a bad first impression. Barr emptied his glass of milk and for a moment stared at the glass, reminiscing about the time he trained a young man from the Coruscant Security Force and learned the famous recipe of late Crime Lord's signature drink. He grinned as he turned to the barkeep, "Spice up the next one."

 

[Q'san Genet]

Sitting at the bar, by himself, in his typical fashion, the Echani donned his only non-armored articles of clothing, a black dress shirt, with thin white stripes, with the longsleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of stone-washed blue jeans and non-combat oriented belt, with a short vibro-blade, instinctively fastened to his side, that acted more or less as an indication of his status as a warrior. He felt naked without his armor, much more so his scimitars, but there were reasons for the rules in place here. Anyone who's ever left a scuff mark on a Mandalorian's armor knows tha wrath that would be incurred upon them after doing so. So it's best to leave all that at home. The Echani no less wished he had some durasteel between him and the idiots around him however. He'd already downed six shots, and so was beginning to feel the alcohol loosen him up, and the feelings of paranoia began to lift, as he himself began to feel lighter on the stool he sat on.

"Hit me," Q'san said, plainly, slurring his words slightly, making little effort to talk over the blaring music, as he shoved his shot glass back at the the bartender, who poured him another shot of Mandalorian whiskey. The translucent brownish liquid was sucked down quickly by the Mandalorian, who was mostly just here to get trashed, and maybe take home some local broad for some mutually disappointing drunken intercourse.

He winced slightly as the whiskey burned its way down his esophagus, and slammed the shot glass onto the bar, hailing the bartender, who'd seemingly taken a dislike to Q'san, likely due to his Echani heritage, given the Mandalorian's past with the Echani people. Q'san could tell the man was not fond of him, he really just didn't care, and thought it funny, in all truth.

"Hit me," Q'san spoke again, almost with a monotone, before his eighth shot was poured. The poor bartender hadn't been able to move from his spot in front of Q'san for about five minutes now, and the fool left the bottle on the counter. Feeling mischievous tonight, Q'san drunkenly leaned forward, and grabbed the bottle by it's neck, and took a swig, despite the bartender's protest. Around that time, Jemma jumped up onto the bar belted, loudly, "LET'S GET KESSING WASTED, YOU WHORES!"

"I'm already halway there! Point me toward these whores you're talking about first!" Q'san shouted back, drunkenly laughing at his own quip, before deciding he needed the bottle of whiskey the bartender left unattended.

"Aye, vod, drinks are free, whole bottles are not!" the bartender shouted over the music from behind him.

"Aye, vod, ask me if I give a raetfolc's ass!" Q'san responded, slurring his words more havily than before, turning to meet the bartender, face-to-face. As their eyes met, Q'san opened his mouth again, "Actually, better if ya didn't, chances are, you wouldn't like the answer," he quipped, before chugging a third of the remainder of the bottle's contents, pulling the bottle away, as the burn in his chest and throat became overwhelming, even for a seasoned alcoholic like himself.

"I-E-A-I-A-I-Ooooo!" he shouted, drunkenly before pushing off of the bar, to cut loose, and not let the hard-ass bartender dampen his mood.

 

[Sreeya]

Talia was already quite drunk before the others had begun to arrive. She had simply been out of sight in a sketchy back room somewhere. With Coruscant done, with her people free and with a tremendous title she didn’t ask for, Talia felt it was time to finally let loose. She had already downed a few shots, a buzz beginning to hit her already. In the backroom, she had sprinkled spice over the chest of a giggly twi’lek woman. Talia leaned in to snort it directly, face pressed against the woman, gasping and shuddering at the immediate effect as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, “God….damn..” more girlish giggling from the twi'lek.

“Er… Mand’alor…. Other you planning to go out there?” A man poked his head in, blushing furiously. Talia grumbled, playfully slapping the twi’lek woman’s behind before making her way out to the crowd. Her eyes were already bloodshot and she hoped nobody would notice right away. The music and ambiance hit her at once, only adding to her euphoric state of mind. Talia plastered a grin on her face as she made her way towards the public.

Talia was adorned in a little, black dress that ended just teasingly around her thighs. The strapless dress meant her fully tattooed back, shoulders and arms were on display. This would be the first time many of them would see her out of armor. Talia also wore heels, which took her already tall height to little past 6ft. She moved to the beat and bobbed and shifted through the crowd, grabbing two champagne bottles with sparklers on them as she danced and moved past the crowd.

She immediately saw a bunch of soldiers sitting in a row at the bar. Talia made her way over unceremoniously, pouring champagne into their glasses if they had any in front of them. Actually, she didn’t care to see if the glasses were empty or full, these assholes were getting champagne either way. Talia made it over just in time to see Aryn knock over the bartender, earning a proud laugh. She clinked a bottle against Aryn’s glass in cheers. (@Arclight )

Talia spotted Jemma right away, eyeing her curiously. She had a feeling she should have been less than pleased with the woman, but she was too spiced up and drunk to care. Talia raised her bottles, “Ayeeeee!” She poured into both of Jemma’s glasses before moving on. (@Proleptic )She came across ‘Asterion’, the sight of him making her pause. For a second or two, she gazed at him, as if struggling to say something. But she recovered quickly, pouring into his glass before moving on. (@Kori Buor)

She spotted Dak and grinned widely, “Eyyyy if you wanna be my bodyguard, you better do some guarding on the dance floor!” She laughed as she poured into his cup, accidentally splashing some on him instead. Talia opened her mouth as if to apologize, simply shrugged and stumbled on forth. (@Phœnix)

She spotted the bartender trying to stop someone from smoking a cigar and looked menacingly at the man until he weakly told Telag to get his cigar back out. (@LordOfShadows)Talia then wandered over to Barr Wren (@Ecclessey), filling up a glass near him and pausing as she looked at him. She had seen or heard of him before, but she couldn’t entirely place it. Deciding that she wasn’t capable of calculating her thought process, she went on to slam down both bottles in front of Q’san right before he left the bar, “Enjoooooooyyy!” (@Gian Greydragon)

With that, she strolled back out to the other side of the bar, spotting the Jean woman that had been the one to kick off the attacks to kill the bomber at the funeral. Talia grasped the woman by the forearm, bodily yanking her from where she stood and dragged her out towards the dance floor. She slid her hands down to the woman’s waist and began to dance to the beat, others now beginning to join in and let loose. Someone handed Talia a shot and she didn’t hesitate before throwing it back. (@Wit)

 

[Rimrald]

Strutting through the streets A'donii traveled, flanked on either side by another warrior from Clan Spar all dressed in blacks and grays. Three piece suits and over-coats with studs in place of ties and clearly out for a night on the town, A'donii's head freshly shaved on the sides and his hair pulled into the tight bun. He played with the set of knuckles in his hand for a moment before stowing them in his sock and checking a silver pocket watch. He set it back in the vests pocket and looked up as they neared the front door of the club Arasuum's Palace 'warriors drink for free tonight' and A'donii wasn't about to argue, pushing past the forming line A'donii approached the security at the front door. Stopping him to search for weapons someone in the line called out in anger that there was a line to which A'donii looked back and spat on the ground saying "Warriors don't wait" to which the security didn't argue, and let the three pass.

Entering the front door A'donii was quickly blasted by the reverberation of the music and the lights flashing all around, producing a flask he finished off its contents and pushed his way to the bar where he flagged down the tender with a quick slam of his hand and a beckon. Asking for Glengoolie Blue, neat he turned to witness a multitude of weapons being pulled on a woman with two beer bucket helmets and simply chuckled knowing no one would pull anything in a building literally crawling with warriors. Downing the glass he slid it down the bar and signaled for three more as the other two from the clan joined him at the bar, a set of humans roughly all the same size and wearing similar attire.

Retrieving their drinks they pushed through the crowd seeing a multitude of drunken warriors heckling staff and making asses out of themselves. A'donii produced a small leather day case with three cigars in it handing one over either shoulder to his company as they made their way to a lower level and into a smoking room. Generally filled with older Mandalorians and assorted company they grabbed a loveseat and chairs in the corner lighting their cigars and sipping their drinks, A'donii waved over a server ordering a bottle of Glengoolie Blue and throwing her a credit stick. The smoking lounge directly overlooking the fighting pit, A'donii settled in and contemplated going in the ring..

 

[Balla Vahla]

The VIP lounge was, by far, the best place to be.

It was elevated from the rest of the chaos so she could watch as people seemed to enjoy tipping over the bartender and making plain fools out of themselves. Versae Windgo Almec had been made a fool of enough in her life and was not about to join them, but that didn't mean she couldn't sit back and watch it all happen below her! She could hear the thumping of the loud music threw the glass that protected her from people if they decided to throw things up here, which... Shockingly enough happened often. Even more so when they realized someone famous was up in the VIP lounge.

Versae knew she would be pretty safe in this bar though, none of the Mandos who knew her seemed to be paying attention and the civilians among them weren't the type to listen to her music or look at her paintings. Speaking of her paintings... She turned, her face to the see through glass that separated her from the chaos to see the wrap around painting that covered the walls of this room.

The painting itself had been a commission. This bar had paid her quite handsomely for it and it was more her unusual requests. The painting covered three of the four walls and it was like a panoramic picture of the bar downstairs, starting at one end of the painting you saw the bar. Loaded with drinks and girls flirting heavily with the bartender, a couple Rodian appeared to be making out. Moving on it showed the door to the bar, where some guys had just been let in. One of their fists was bumped into the air while another was checking out a girl on the nearby dance floor. The dance floor had been V's most difficult part of the painting. It was filled to the brim with people of all races, all in different states. Some looked happy as they danced on the floor, others lost in their own world. Holograms of twi'leks danced above them and a band was playing on the last frame.

It was almost as if she was down on the main floor right now, standing amongst them. She had put so much effort into each and every person on the dance floor... It was life like.

Realism was her favorite style. Hyperrealism taking a close second, but she always willing to do more. But this bar had been very specific about what they wanted so she obeyed.

V took a sip from her glass as she walked around the room, looking at each of the faces of the party goers in the painting. Recalling just how long it had taken to make each face. V was wearing a gold and black dress, that covered up all her scars and made it quite happy. Black and gold were often the colors she wore when on missions or out in public. It distracted people from her scars and the gold reminded them of her station above them... A bit egotistical but she didn't want anyone to try and grab at her.

She still wasn't doing so hot with human contact...

 

[Wit]

Surprised to find herself suddenly pulled into the arms of someone far taller than her, Jean's drunken brain took some time to register that it was Talia, who she now knew to be the mandalore, a big shot in this part of the Galaxy. Though why someone called someone a planet was beyond her. Picking up a mug of some sort of ale from a passing server as Talia downed hers, Jean moved in closer to the taller woman.

So you're Mandalore. This planet's called Mandalore. That makes you Vegeta, right?

Giggling at her own brilliance, she spread out her hands to embrace the woman, but ended up smashing her mug on the head of some innocent patron behind her. Not noticing that only the handle was now left in her hands, she embraced the woman as she laughed, though doing so made her realize how tall the woman was.

You're too tall to be Vegata. You could be Nappa, but you're not bald enough. Again letting out a giggle, she leaned back a little to praise the woman top to bottom. Or, are you? All that did was bring about another burst of laughter.

 

[Nerovec]

Dax entered the club with a small grin on his face. He was wearing a fashionable blue blouse and an expensive looking watch.

The handsome young man looked around the club for a moment before heading to the bar and ordering a drink. The Bartender nodded with a small grin and handed him his drink, he noticed the medium sized scar Dax had running over his eyebrow and the several other scars on his arms and nodded knowingly before moving on to another costumer.

Dax took a sip of his drink and looked around the club, seeing if he would spot anybody interesting or maybe even a good looking girl looking his way.

 

[Seera Lone]

The music was booming in her hears, she was breathing heavily, covered in sweat. Both of her fist raised on either side of her face looking at the other warrior in front of her, she looked frail and weak but she was smart and agile also. The small Mandalorian woman was against another warrior and he seemed to be fairing much better than she was in the pit, but she didn't care she wanted to win, to prove to everyone present at the bar she was a warrior too.

The other warrior, seemed to do much better because he was wasted drunk, but Seera was as sober as when she was in missions, which means she hadn't had a single drop of drink. Wearing a simple tank tank, fighting wraps around her fists and a pair of 3/4 pants, heavy boots she waited for her opponent to drunkenly charge at her as he had been doing for most of the fight. When he did charge, he threw most of his weight forward attempting to finish her with one straight to the face. She dodged to the side, lowering her body in a quick motion, used the momentum of her movement to position her fist and explode in an option motion, bringing her fist straight in the fighters stomach.

The amount of drinks he had that night splattered with bile all along the floor as he collapsed himself in the puddle, leaving Seera Lone as the clear winner of the fight. She raised both fists up in the air and jumped up and down in excitement. She soon was escorted out of the pit, with warriors left and right praising her victory over vomit puddle stilled knocked out....or passed out in the middle of the ring.

The Mandalorian woman walked her way to the bar, covered in sweat, eyebrow bleeding all over her face, same with her nose, her black tank top was soaked with blood and sweat, scrapes and bruises covered her body, but there was a smile on her face, as she looked at the barman. "Do I look enough of a warrior for you now?" She asks, finally wanting her drink that had been denied of her for not looking like a warrior enough. When she finally got it, she turned and noticed a face, and another face she knew leaving the bar. The Mand'alor was leaving Aryn after filling her drink. All the pain that she felt right now vanished at the sight of the Mand'alor and a smile crossed her face, as she made her way to Aryn, who was one of the only visible Mando she knew that she could see right now. " You !" She'd say pointing her with a finger, drink in the other hand. " Let's chat ! " She said in a cheery fashion. It was obvious that Seera was at her first drink still, she looked sober enough for that.

 

[Phoenix]

His eyebrows rose as he saw Talia walk out in a mini dress with tattoos clearly showing. In fact, they even surpassed his own and looked quite impressive. He let out a whistle as she walked up. WELL, you look nice tonight. It's not quite the usual armor tonight is it?

She hoped no one would tell her eyes were bloodshot and she was stoned, yeah, that was a good one. She clearly was intoxicated already which was clear from the fact that she then proceeded to spill champagne as she poured it pretty much everywhere except the empty glass in front of him. He laughed at her shamelessly. Starting the party without everyone else, tisk, sisk, tisk.

As for the dance floor? I'm not drunk enough for that yet. Not even close, he said as he reached out to grab the new drink that had been slid across the bar to him. He drained it quickly - this was about getting drunk after all - and set off to find new conversation as Talia walked off.

He moved down the bar until his eyes fell on a man with a cigar in hand ( @LordOfShadows ) and he moved into the spot next to him as he proposed... something of a toast and threw the drink back. With a drink in one hand and his other reaching for a lighter Dak said, I'll drink to that, vod, and raised his glass in the air before following suit with the man.

Need a light? he asked holding his lighter up for the other man to see, though he was unsure if the other man would turn up his nose at using a lighter instead of matches. Some cigar snobs would but Dak didn't care. Dak, too, had a cigar in the wings that he thought he might smoke later in the evening if the time was right, but for now, he was happy to light up a fellow soldier. Screw the rules, the Manda'lor had given permission, what was the bar going to say?

 

[Arcangel]

Aryn was taken by surprise as the Mand'alor, of all people, clinked her glass with a champagne bottle. Awestruck, Aryn quickly popped the straw of her drink into her mouth, because thats what your supposed to do after clinking glasses right? Mostly it was just to prevent herself from saying something stupid. As she begun to suck up thr citrus-liquor mix, Aryn's eyes went wide in shock as Talia began to pour champagne into her glass. Glancing down at her glass and realizing it was quickly filling to the brim, Aryn drank faster in an attempt to prevent a spill. Of course the Mand'alor kept on pouring, turning it into some kind of race. Eyes proceeding to widen until they looked as if they would pop, glancing up and down between the brimming cup and the now grinning Mand'alor, Aryn ran out of breath, and with a sputtering cough, quickly reached out with one of the hands that she had seemingly forgotten about and tipped the champagne bottle up. Before she could say a word however, the Mand'alor was off, filling other bar patrons glasses to the brim with the bubbly wine.

Looking around to make sure nobody had seen the embarrasing incident, she accidentally locked eyes with a handsome Mandalorian in a blue shirt (@Nerovec ) and smiled sheepishly before rapidly averting her gaze to catch sight of a bloodied woman walking towards the bar. Recognizing @Seera Lone , Aryn grinned as the woman came over wanting to chat. "Look at you! Just get out of the pit? You look quite the warrior!" giddy at seeing a familiar, and more importantly, approachable face. "How will the men here be able to resist you now? I know i sure couldn't." Laughing for a moment before realizing what she had just said, Aryn clamped her lips back down on the straw protruding from her drink, which at this point had been completely replaced by champagne. A rush filled her head, and Aryn realized that slurping down her drink so fast might not have been a good idea.

 

[Chask274]

Leaning against the fighting pit railing with his fourth glass of the night in hand, Aiden watched the proceedings with an intrigued expression. From the fighting on Mandalore, to the funeral, to his work on Roon, he was certainly happy to be able to enjoy a night of fun and entertainment. Getting free drinks for the entire night certainly helped kickstart his relaxation as well. A chorus of excited shouts from the other spectators drew his attention back to the ring, where a clearly drunk fighter had charged his smaller female opponent. Recognizing the woman as the engineer from the mission to the Roonian shipyard, he smiled as Seera sent her opponent to the floor in a puddle of his own vomit. 'Well, well, what she lacks in strength and size, she certainly makes it up in speed and smarts.'

Taking a sip from his drink, he began working his way over to the bar. He was dressed in a plain t-shirt, nerf-hide jacket, dark jeans and some sturdy boots. Said boots had a knife concealed in each one, but they were there only as a precaution.

Sidling up to the bar, Aiden noticed that Seera had struck up conversation with another familiar face from the shipyard. Aiden approached the two as he gulped down the rest of his glass before grinning at Seera. "Great job out in the pit, Seera. Glad to see you've got some fight in ya." His tone was playful, and he was obviously enjoying himself. He nodded in greeting to Aryn, who seemed preoccupied with the generous helping of champagne the Mand'alor had given her. "So, how's the evening been going for you two?"

 

[LordOfShadows]

He side eyed the bartender as he placed two more drinks in front of him. The man who joined him in his toast offered to light his cigar. Telag didn't care how he lit it. As long as he was able to knock off the edge of another bad habit he happened to pick up, he was fine. Mandalorian cigars couldn't be beat in his opinion. Though, he probably was a little biased toward his own culture's products versus others. "Sure, vod. I'll take that light," he appreciated while placing the cigar in his mouth waiting for a light.

While holding the cigar in his mouth, he reached out to shake the gentleman's hand (@Phœnix). "Telag Zar'af of Clan Zar'af! Always good to meet a fellow Warrior," he spoke with a smug look. The bartender looked at him with a wide eyes and just shook his head. Telag had slowed down a bit on his drinking a took a large gulp of his drink before setting down and replacing the cigar in his mouth. The alcohol had already started to effect him a bit not too much. He mostly went for the hard drinks because anything softer felt like sparkling juice. Telag took a deep breath and exhaled a cloud of smoke into the air, he thought back to his first crew and how he wished they could of been here with him. Though, that was the past. It was a different day in a new era.

He removed his cigar before taking another swig of ale. Telag glanced across the bar looking at lots of rosy faces. A Rodian was swaying back and forth repeatedly and went head first into the counter. Telag chuckled a bit. Maybe he would remember this night after all. The dance floor was pretty lively, but a bit too lively for him. He just wanted to drift himself away to the Pit and go a few rounds. Though, he figured about now there weren't too many sober warriors left. Telag had to admit that drunk fighting was not as fun as fighting sober. He preferred to be able to calculate his opponent's movements than just going berserk. "How's the celebration summing up for ya?" he asked slightly tipsy to the veteran next to him.

 

[Rimrald]

Getting up from his seat in the smoking room after watching the woman best the male warrior he couldn't help but wonder if it was the familiar figure he knew, as he rose he realized how much he had drank so far quickly losing his balance a smile crept across his face. Reaching over to fill his glass he was surprised, they had finished the bottle and to his calculations a third of it was in his stomach plus a flask worth from earlier in the evening. Setting down the last third of his cigar he tried to regain some composure to at least walk without stumbling too much, making his way back to the bar area with an empty glass in hand pushing past the dance floor he spotted Talia who was certainly beyond half cocked and a few other faces he might recognize.

Knocking into a smaller man A'donii was pushed and told to watch where he was goin only to reply with
"Whelll why don't youh watch where ur goon pal!" Slurring a decent amount he only smiled harder as the evening was shaping up to be interesting, still a tad wobbly he made it to the bar where the familiar female figure was standing flanked by someone in a pink dress and a male slightly taller than he. (@Seera Lone @Chask274 @Arclight )
Making his way to the counter of the bar he stepped to the side of the females as the man had the other occupied, setting the glass down he knocked on the bar and shouted
"Glengoolie Blue, neat! And fill up their glasses vod!" Motioning to the three on his left side he then turned and looked "Seera! I thought that was you down there, good stuff!" attempting to compose himself he spoke clearly as he could and extended a hand to the other woman stating his name and smiling, then gave a simple nod to the other male Mandalorian present in sign of respect.