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[Darth Draugr]

(OOC: This is open to ALL PCs. Here to relax and enjoy a drink)

It was Benduday. The end of the week and after long days of training with his Nightbrothers on Dathomir, Lord Draugr looked to relax on a planet he wasn't on very much for the sake of being unrecognized. He was wearing his usual incognito attire to add on for good measure. Walking through the streets of the planet Lothal. It was under FWA control, but with the proper equipment in a ship and hiding within the crowds as you pass by, you remain fairly invisible. Something Draugr was looking for.

Entering the pub named The Crooked Smile, Draugr found a booth that was empty. Seemed a good spot to sit and drink. This was time to unwind from the work he was putting in, and as well the memories he looks back on negatively. Sometimes just sitting and letting out the pain in the form of drinking is just what a man needs these days.

"Server.. two doubles of the strongest you have.."

Draugr tossed over a few credits to the server before she walked away to grab his drinks. The pub was fairly full but also relaxed for the time being. It was only 21:15 so maybe it would pick up closer to 22:00 or so. Usually how bars and pubs and cantinas work.

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[Ori Ardell]

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"To: Ardell, Ori
Topic: Payment

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Keep up the good work!"

Ori scrolled through his datapad as he approached The Crooked Smile. He checked his credit balance and sighed, returning his datapad to his pocket afterward. He was quite fond of Lothal, a potential retirement destination, although that day was a long way off. Loan interest was a pain in the...

"What can I get you?" The person behind the bar asked, bringing Ori out of his thoughts.

"Whatever the local specialty is, that'll do," Ori responded whilst taking a seat. A few moments later the bartender returned with a grin, in front of Ori they placed a glass of yellow-green liquid which almost appeared to be glowing when the light caught it in the right way. He could already feel the headache he would wake up with if he drank too many.

After parting with some credits, Ori took a sip of his drink followed by a hoarse throat clearing as the liquid burned the back of his throat. The bartender let out a small chuckle before leaving Ori alone. Sufficiently embarrassed, Ori found a quiet corner to sit in.

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[Xol Zaa Fenn]

You know what they say; If you want to find scum, check the saloon.

Xol was not just any scum, though. He was an aspiring gunslinger that could one day surpass the legacy Preef Callo left behind. The Tognath wasn't well known or anything like that yet, but his recent contact would surely help in conditioning his skills to perfection. That way, when the time came, he would be ready to become one of the most feared Bounty Hunters in the galaxy. And if anything, Xol was aspiring to the legend of Cad Bane more than he was the Rodian gunslinger.

Xol entered the bar garbed in his normal rustic attire, leather jacket with darker clothing and jetboots, that made him look like a cowboy of sorts, just without the hat- which reminded the Tognath that he needed a new one. He spotted a lonely character- younger by the looks of -hanging around by his lonesome in the corner of the bar. Xol didn't like corners. They were the first place your eyes looked to when entering a room and they actually pinched any escape if you get cornered- hence that very phrase; 'Getting Cornered'.

"Uba ye wanya bai, pomheba. Kava hatkocanh uba bacaka wa dondichola see pacmona?" <You look lonely, kid. How would you like a bit of company?> He chuckled as he stretched to relax a bit, placing his feet out on the table. "I speak basic if you don't understand Huttese- though I suggest you learn it if you have time. Might save your life one day."

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[Neera Nazneen]

There was a commotion around the club's main watering hole, with an oddly diverse group of patrons. There was laughter and banter, all seemingly in high spirits. One, in particular, was eager to flash some credits. "Hey, another round! And none of that cheap stuff neither!"

Cheers could be heard as drinks lined up along the counter. Neera could hardly contain herself, she was positively radiating in ecstasy. The heist went off without a hitch and now the merry band of misfits was celebrating, none too discreetly either.

"That space magic of yours sure is handy. Couldn't have done it with your weird - Ow! Hey, what was that for?!"

Neera, having just kicked her Twi'lek accomplish, was totally unapologetic. "Hey, hey, hey. Less talky, talky. More drinky, drinky."

Loose lips were bad for business. To many, she was a skilled infiltrator and a helluva thief. What many didn't know was exactly how she did it. There was more to it than just sleight of hand. A whisper here, a little trick of the mind there. Sure was useful when she needed it but still, it wasn't something she broadcasted unless absolutely necessary. The 'space magic' made some people skittish and the last thing Neera needed was unwelcome attention; she'd made her score, now was the time to lay low and reap the rewards. With her cut of the profits, she had enough to keep in her comfort (for now, at least).

Still, the Nagai couldn't help but shudder, her dark-eyed gaze flickering from one patron to another. Was it cold in here or what? Something was giving her a weird vibe but kriff, maybe it was the drink making her tipsy. But damn it all if it didn't taste sweet!

 

[Telo Nass]

Telo Nass, the sith champion slowly wandered the streets he was here for reasons of his own attempting to track down someone from his past, but this was neither here nor there for now he simply searched for nourishment, it had got quite late the rumble in his stomach and a dry cough reminded he hadn’t eaten or drank since the morning.

Floating next to Telo was a black and orange astromech droid it’s thrusters making a light humming noise as the pair came to a cantina ‘Beep, boop boop, beep boop.” Said the droid, Telo shook his head in response “No B10, wait for me at the ship.” The droid gave out a dejected “Booooop.” As it floated off back to the hanger bay where it would wait for its master.

The bouncer didn’t give Telo a second glance as he moved through the automated door, taking shelter inside. It wouldn’t be clear that Telo was a sith at first glance, he wore a brown simple poncho over his black attire, a simple enough disguise but it was certainly suitable.

Moving towards the bar he rested his hand upon it, waiting for them to finish up with the other people at the bar. Once it was his turn, the barman asked “Whatchu want?” Telo’s eyes batted, taken back by the poor service but he wouldn’t be detoured “Dru’un in fish sauce please, a cup of water and whatever the local ale is.” As he handed over a few credits and pointed at a table in the corner of the pub as he made his way over and taking a seat. His hazel eyes glanced across the bar taking in the environment and it’s patrons.

 

[Darth Draugr]

While sitting alone in the corner, Draugr noticed patrons coming in one by one. All seemingly looking to enjoy a drink and relax. A good place to do exactly that was right here. Some looked to speak with one another, others seemed to be alone. Draugr chose to sit alone as well. All he wanted was a good drink and time to think about the past without being interrupted by either of his apprentices with a bombardment of questions.

It was good they were eager to learn, to become more powerful, to be the best. But in a sense Draugr wanted time to be the best himself. He wanted time to enjoy his achievements and now was that time. So he would look back on the past and remember all that he had accomplished.

The Zabrak took a drink of the blue liquid in his cup and leaned back in his both. The music was too jazzy and upbeat for the Sith's taste but it would do for now. Better than if it were no music and just the chatter of the others in the room. Their voices would undoubtedly become far more annoying than he could handle.

 

[Xol Zaa Fenn]

Space magic? Did Xol here that right? A Force sensitive thief, by the looks of her, in a bar on Lothal of all places.

Bull. Shit.

There was no way Xol would have encountered two Force sensitives in row in just two outings. So, he the Tognath Bounty Hunter strolled up to the suspected woman, slid her a drink, and studied her skeptically. "Doth mee pateessa saptkhe? Mo doth ua ritke kankahuesa mee yocola? Heoi pee Jee canta Jee babau kaee sey ' Bmola Kosea ' an Dobra tee bla see haku bacaia doth." <Is your friend right? Or is she just really drunk? Because I thought I heard someone say 'Space Magic' and I'm well aware of what the Force is.> He challenged the woman.

Maybe she had some bounty on her head! Or maybe her Twi'lek friend was a drunk as she looked. Still, Xol was interested- she wasn't no Gram Van Alasdaire, that was for sure, and maybe she wasn't as honorable as the Vahla was so he had an excuse to kill her and take her head to the nearest bounty board.

Other than that, all this girl would get from his challenge was just a challenge. More of a bet or gamble than a threat, like if she could prove it, his buddy would owe him a drink or two. Hopefully she'd prove it, so Xol could play it off like he lost a bet. "Pim nallya bu saconba chahse an Jee hatkocanh lee chalya uba bo dee yocola Dobra vehpobaee bai logna." <Answer the question carefully and I'll give you one of the drinks I'm about to win.> He chuckled mischievously.

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