Broken Glasses

[Nor'baal]

Bar Bar Drinks, Cantina
Nar Shaddaa

"The whole bloody Galaxy is going down the drain!'' Ace chuntered to himself, sat at the bar of the infamously volatile 'Bar Bar Drinks' on the Smugglers Moon. One of the other patrons muttered something into his glass, Ace studiously ignored him and called for another glass of Corellian Fire Whiskey. Nodding, the barman merely handed him the bottle - nearly empty as it was, thanks to the attention of the drinker before him. "I said one..." Ace slurred, seeing double "Oh...there is only one." he amended his thoughts, as his sight corrected itself.

Standing from his stool, he held the bottle in one hand and spread his arms wide, he staggered to the middle of the bar "And you!" he pointed in a wide arc to the other patrons "Did bugger all to help!" he added, with a lopsided grin. A few voices raised in anger. Well damn.... Ace thought, his brain finally catching up, all to late to stop the damage done by his words.


OOC - This is a death enabled OPEN thread. No force use is permitted, and only items (not gun or blades) found a bar may be used. All characters must be drunk upon entry. No armour.

 

[Panda Hermit 98]

Despite the idea that most people went to bars for alcohol, Sota only ever came to one if they did normal drinks too, oddly enough they tended to make them better than anywhere else. The Toydarian whiskey sent a cold burning buzz down the middle aged Bounty Hunter's throat and almost numbed her to the blistering heat of the bar and it's colorful cast of patrons. If anything, Nar Shadda was a fun place to kick back and relax, as long as you knew the right places, and as far as cutthroat bars went, this place was pretty honorable. Mind you, it had it's share of drunks with more than a little love for the sound of their own voices, as demonstrated by the slurring globhead that decided it would be a good idea to stand up on his stool and mouth off to everyone.

Judging by the looks he was getting, the faint sound of glass breaking, and the general feeling of alertness that now shot through her, Sota figured that the guy had just bought a one way ticket to the other side, and she couldn't help but let out a sigh and a soft grin. "Ah shrakh..."

 

[Rimrald]

In an attempt to ignore the loud patrons making a scene A'donii stumbled to the bar doing his best not to knock into the other unsavory types. The bar was full of them, some faces vaguely familiar but he couldn't recollect for better or worse reasons but he tried not to let it bother him too much.
"Fill 'er up!" He shouted as he motioned for his fifth old fashioned of the night.

Turning to view the spectacle taking place in the middle of the bar his instinct and time spent in said places gave him the feeling things were about to get ugly. Undesirous of getting his head knocked in he half turned back to the bar, sliding his hand over to a dirty plate that someone had just finished eating off of. A'donii rested his grip on it after hearing what he thought was glass breaking across the room and picked up his fresh drink.

 

[Nor'baal]

Glass breaking.
The burning heat of the slightly flickering lights above the bar.

It was just like the cage fighting arenas in which he had spent his teenage years. He spotted the man entering the bar (Sota) and pointed at him, ’’I’ll do you in mate!’’ he snarled, making a cutting gesture across his throat. But then, he saw the other one - and rounded on the shambling form of A’donii as the man staggered around.

”Come on then!’’ he snarled, lunging forward with a right hook ready, just like in the ring. He ducked forwards, in his mind the very image of the pro-boxer he thought he was, and smashed his right fist into A’doniis torso.