Down and Out In Nar Shaddaa

[Mary Bothans]

(and some rainy mood!)

The sky had been threatening rain for hours. When the clouds finally relented, the rain fell harsh and relentless. The neon lights of the city blurred in the night air. Evelyn was pacing the streets. The war happening in the Core attracted the attention of the entire galaxy. Good, well-paying jobs for a bounty hunter jumping around the outer rim were becoming difficult to find. She was dipping into her savings just to get through the nights and she was not any closer to discovering what happened with her father. On Nar Shaddaa, she was renting a small flat and staying put hoping to come across something on the wire. Many of her peers left the system and now were directly involved in the war effort. Evelyn was still young, and pretty and small and she often worried potential employers were overlooking her in a favor of more intimidating, or more capable looking individuals. It was frustrating.

Evelyn ducked under a ledge to escape the storm. The sound of the rain falling helped to soothe her worries a bit. She held out her hand from underneath her cloak and watched the droplets collect and run off together. The rain was clean. A deep breath, she closed her eyes, and the humidity filled her lungs. She was aimless for the first time in her life, no clear direction, no next step. If she thought about that for too long she might panic.

She continued down the street, pulling her hood farther down to cover her face. An eclectic mix of species and droids filled the covered portion of the walkway, and tiring of constantly twisting and sidestepping them, she stepped out into street and the rain was like a raucous chorus. She ducked into first decent-looking bar. Her cloak was wet and dripping on the floor. She took it off and offered it to the droid host. Her dark hair, save for a few loose strands were pulled behind her ears. She was dressed in mostly civilian clothes, no armor. A black form fitting top and dark grey trousers, and a small personal blaster hung loosely at her hip from a navy holster. She took a seat at the bar counter. She never did drink much. It wasn't becoming, wasn't professional. But tonight, she needed something more. Tonight she was determined to feel something else or forget, at least for a little while, all together.

 

[Oncaro]

"I really don't like this place..."

The saurian looked to his human associate, and cocked his head.

"You mean the bar, or the planet?"

"Both."

Vaas-Nal-Tor looked around the bar, his s-shaped neck swiveling. As far as drinking establishments on a rathole like Nar Shaddaa went, he figured this one wasn't quite so bad. Granted, he had never been to Nar Shaddaa before, so he couldn't exactly use a frame of reference, only reputation. His friend sitting beside him, however, seemed ill at ease. Cienna Laytham was a curious sort-- very pretty by human and near-human standards, and possessing an utterly non-threatening demeanor, Cienna didn't seem like a survivor. But she had somehow lasted over five years on the hellhole that was Gamorr, and her tone and physical demeanor indicated that she was familiar with this planet in at least some capacity. Most curious.

"... The bar isn't so bad," he said fairly. "Rather clean. Don't seem to be very many disreputable types."

"Oh please," Cienna replied, brushing her brown hair from her eyes. "For a Tiss'shar, 'disreputable' is just a guy who doesn't smile at you while preparing a dagger behind their back."

"You know my people so well," Vaas said, fixing one fierce yellow eye on her, but his tone was one of amusement.

"Hey, I learned from you."

"Mmm..." Vaas mused, looking around again. He noticed a human female hurrying into the bar to get out of the rain, and his head cocked curiously again. Young, lithe, moved to the counter almost immediately after arriving...

"Someone down on their luck," he said aloud.

"Huh?"

"There," Vaas said, pointing a clawed digit at the girl. Cienna followed this and frowned a bit.

"Yeah, but so are we. We've got, like, no money," she said in a tone that suggested she was trying to talk Vaas out of something. It didn't work, as the Tiss'shar stood at his full height of around six-foot-five. He wore nothing but a simple harness, like most of his kind, allowing his near-serpentine frame to be seen, from his elongated snout, to the black bands running down to his tail along his reddish-orange skin, to the two large, wicked sickle-shaped claws he had attached to his feet. If it weren't for the fact that most Tiss'shar were known for their business sense, one might easily mistake Vaas-Nal-Tor for a highly intelligent predator. And technically, he was precisely that. But it was not all he was.

Moving across the bar from his and Cienna's table, he stood behind the seated girl, looking down at her curiously. His tail swished back and forth in indecision before he decided to just speak.

"Good evening," he said simply, before realizing that his sudden dialogue and carnivorous appearance might just frighten the girl. A pity.

@Evelyn Yara

 

[Mary Bothans]

Evelyn watch two other patrons curiously from the corner of her eye across the bar. The Tiss'shar's full frame, even in the dim glows of the Nar Shaddaa bar, was indeed impressive - if not unnerving. She had never seen his species before. Sipping at her cocktail, she tried her best to ignore the new patrons. And yet they were moving around the bar and soon standing directly behind. She glanced up at the bartender for a brief bit of reassurance.

"Good evening," the Tiss'shar spoke from behind her. Was it talking to me? she thought. She felt the weight of her blaster at her hip. She turned slowly to take in the creature in full view, her hands still cup around her cocktail glass.

"Good Evening," she said in reply. Although, now looking at the creature in full she was unsteady and unsure of herself. Her eyes darted to the Tiss'shar's companion across the room. "I'm sorry, but do I know you? What can I do for you two?"

@Oncaro

 

[Oncaro]

Vaas cocked his head to the side somewhat, allowing a single reptilian eye to focus on the girl. She certainly did seem rather intimidated, and so he switched his gait a bit to be closer on face level, allowing his tail to be more horizontal.

"My apologies for startling you," he said to her, his voice giving a tone meant to soothe. "I simply noticed that you were not looking particularly upbeat. Now, my name is Vaas-Nal-Tor. My associate over there is Cienna Laytham. Would you like to come sit with us? I'm not very experienced with bar-going, but I have the feeling that you aren't the type to want to drink alone. You don't need to worry; I know I must look scary, but I'm not going to hurt you."

Cienna, though she couldn't hear Vaas' words, propped her elbow up onto the table and watched him. The poor theropod no doubt was longing for more interaction beyond simply Cienna herself, though she knew he cared deeply for her; after all, if he hadn't, she'd likely be dead. It was completely understandable, given this was their first stop since Gamorr. For a moment, she wondered if perhaps she should join him, but dispelled the thought. Vaas was capable on his own.

@Evelyn Yara

 

[Mary Bothans]

Evelyn looked on the Tiss'shar a bit suspiciously. Even standing lower, Vaas was a formidable, imposing presence. He filled the space around him and attracted the occasional nervous glances from the other patrons in the room. Yet, he seemed genuinely... friendly. Evelyn hadn't experienced that sort of demeanor in some time.

"My name is Evie," she said rising to her feet. She finished her cocktail in a single long gulp. "And I'd be happy to join you two. Do you drink?" Without waiting for his response she twisted back to the bar and ordered three more of the same cocktail, sliding loose credit chips across the counter. She held one glass at the base in her right palm, the other two she carried by pitching together the rims with the fingers of her left hand. "Lead the way."

She walked a pace or two behind Vaas, careful not to spill the drinks, and let him find a seat next to Cienna before setting down their two glasses on the tabletop. "It's a Corellian mix. It's fine," she shrugged while taking a seat opposite them, "but nothing that will change your life." She paused and the table, making eye contact with both of them in turn "Evie Yara," she said greeting Cienna, "it's a pleasure. I appreciate the company, trust me I really do. Especially on a night like this with all the rain. But tell me about yourself, what brings you to Nar Shaddaa?"

@Oncaro

 

[Oncaro]

Vaas, as it turned out, did in fact drink. Cienna not so much, but she took her glass anyway. As Vaas retook his seat and Evie spoke to them, they looked to each other.

Roughly two-and-a-half years of being each other's only real company worthy of the descriptor had allowed the two to function on a certain wavelength, having silent conversations in a matter of moments. A held gaze, a simple shrug, and Cienna looked to Evie.

"We literally just came here after spending years stranded on Gamorr," Cienna said flatly.

"I had to kill a bunch of mercs sent to kill me and damned pigs to get us off the rock, but I did it. And now we're here, planning out what to do next." Vaas said, equally flatly. "Might as well get that out of the way..."


@Evelyn Yara

 

[Mary Bothans]

Evelyn sipped her drink, trying to remain as un-phased as possible about the mercs. It's not that she was unacquainted by death now. But one of those mercs could have easily been her. And may have been someone she knew. "Oh?" she said in between drinks. "I'm not familiar with Gamorr. What is that like?"

 

[Oncaro]

Vaas suddenly gave a hissing snarl, and Cienna shook her head to him. He, however, ignored her.

"Dung," he declared shortly. "Dung! Gamorr has a reputation for being one of the worst places in the Galaxy to visit, and there's a reason for it: It's a dungheap! It's filled with millions of bipedal pigs who have nary an ounce of civilization to them; they live in squalor, they speak a guttural language, the males are brutes who are constantly killing each other over petty land disputes when they aren't kidnapping or killing innocent people, leaving the females to do everything else... And they just look abhorrent!

"... They do taste good though," he added as an afterthought, putting a claw to his jaw in a ponderous expression, and Cienna looked mortified, facepalming into both hands.

"... Long story short, don't go to Gamorr." she said, looking to Evie apologetically.

"... I mean, I'm not proud of eating them, I just did what I had to, I was starving!"

Cienna pinched the bridge of her nose. "Too much info, Vaas..." she said, before giving up and downing her drink in a single shot.

"He's... still getting used to talking to people again, and the subject of Gamorr kind of triggers him," she explained, and Vaas' lack of rebuttal was confirmation enough. She leaned in closer to the girl and muttered: "He had bad experiences there, let's just leave it at that for right now, yeah?"

"Anyway..." Vaas continued, returning to his calm demeanor. "Nar Shaddaa was just the closest place we found to stay at so we could regroup. We don't really have much in the way of money and are needing to survive."

@Evelyn Yara

 

[Die Shize]

The Vagrant Victor
Ambience

Spoiler

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“Can of krolp?”

Sat on the stool, Vintar looked left, looked right, looked into the bottom of his empty glass upon the bartop and still couldn’t figure out if he had just heard the Duros correctly. That Duros just rolled his eyes, or did something with them in that regard. They were glossy, so they clearly moved.

“Nuv. Crulp. Kahn Nuvcrulp. He’s a Kaleesh.”

Vintar drummed his fingers on the bartop, the last two taps indicating for the droid behind it to fill his glass back up. A Kaleesh? What in the heck do I know about a Kaleesh?

“Oh. For a second there I thought you were speaking about a…well, yeah.” He cleared his throat of sarcasm, keeping his eyes on his drink as he aimlessly turned the glass around.

“Now that you mention it, I may have heard the name.”

He heard a snort. It didn’t sound like the sound one made when they were impressed.

“Oh? Now you know who I’m talking about? Just a moment ago, you thought I was talking about a can of Huttese dung.”

Vintar smiled. There was that notion, there certainly was, and it was an amusing one.

“There may not be much of a difference, if we’re talking about the same person and the information you want on him . . . ” Trailing off, he reached a hand inside his black leather jacket and pulled it back out, holding nothing, as he rubbed thumb and forefinger together. “ . . . Information that comes with a price, friend.”

He heard a grunt. It didn’t sound like the sound one made when they wanted to pay. Vintar shrugged, keeping his eyes on the bartop as he picked his glass up and granted himself a hearty burn of the malty whiskey. The glass came back down with a satisfied sigh.

“Look, you Mandalorian mug,” insulted the Duros. “No more games. I’ll pay you, like I said, when you give me what I want first. That was the agreement.”

Agreement? I don’t remember making any agreement. Vintar shrugged. He may have entered this bar with just a jacket, orange pants and boots as black and leather as his jacket, but that outfit also included his CMB-12 pistol strapped to his right thigh. He didn’t think there was any need to remove it, but it was there in the event.

“It’s not that simple. I’m more of a…middleman. I can only point you in the direction of an upper man, shall we say, who can tell you what you want to know.”

A sudden thud made a few glasses jump on the bartop and a bottle to wobble. Fortunately, Vintar had since lifted his own. He was unfazed by the fist that had slammed down and the grunt that followed.

“Easy, friend.” Vintar tapped his fingers against his pistol’s grip. “Let’s not cause a ruckus. Tell you what, you pay me half now, I’ll give you the contact, and if he proves to have what you need then you can give me the rest. Sound fair?”

It was reluctant, he could tell, but the Duros snorted something of a half-agreement that made Vintar smile. “How far do I have to go?”

“Not far at all. He’s, uh . . . ” Scratching the back of his head, Vintar turned around to face the rest of the bar. He found just what he needed after scanning tables and patrons. Perfect. “You see that long-snouted, long-tailed, lizard-looking person-thing over there?” He jerked his head to indicate. There was a pause as the Duros just sat there blinking. Vintar held his smile and turned back to the bartop for another swig. “That’s the upper man.” The Duros just then downed whatever it was he had been drinking and dropped a pouch full of credits in front of Vintar. That’ll do. He wouldn’t count just yet, savoring the moment as the Duros rose from his stool and made his way toward the designated table some twenty feet away.

“Excuse me,” the Duros spoke to the reptile-thing upon reaching the table, blinking its red eyes at one individual and then the other, though it might have been hard to tell. “I’m looking for a man, a Kaleesh, named Kahn Nuvcrulp. I was hoping you might be able to tell me where I might find him.”

 

[StandbyRanger]

The rain continued to pour down as the night continued on, and any of the bar's patrons who forgot that fact were reminded by the entrance of yet another stranger. The door slid closed, muffling the coming rain once again, and Sunny shivered. The cool air of the air conditioned bar kissed at his damp clothing, so he took off his coat; Sunny didn't hand it to the service droid, but instead hooked it on his finger and hung it over his left shoulder.

He studied the bar carefully, trying to pick out a free spot to park his behind. Sunny spotted an odd sight doing this: a Tiss'shar accompanied by two good looking human women. Though he never had direct dealings with the space lizard kind before, he envied the walking leather coat at that moment. Maybe he'd sneak a picture of the Tiss'shar later on in the night, smack it up on his website and see how many conspiracy theorists try to convince people that the lizard men are trying to take over the government.

Sunny spotted a Duros making his way from the bar to the trio, and decided to fill in the hole that he left. When firmly planted in his new seat, Sunny fished out his cigarettes from his back pocket and promptly lit one. Blowing smoke up into the air, he beckoned the bartender over, raising two fingers, "Get me something strong, would ya?"

 

[SlingRah]

Larr sat at his table, drink in hand. He stared at the greenish liquid in the glass, listening to the people around him. The table to his left was quite interesting. Three people trying to find their place in the Galaxy, not unlike himself. He thought about joining their conversation for a moment before deciding to stay seated. He would surely do nothing but hinder the trio. Though he was mostly recovered from the incident on Corusant, he could still snap at any moment, and he knew it. He raised an eyebrow as a man approached the table. "I’m looking for a man, a Kaleesh, named Kahn Nuvcrulp. I was hoping you might be able to tell me where I might find him." Larr saw this as an opportunity. An opportunity to get Zed off of his mind. An opportunity to do something other than sit and dwell on all the things he wished he could change. Turning his head, he shot a reply to the creature. "A Kaleesh you say? I know not of his whereabouts, but perhaps I could assist you on your journey to find him. I haven't exactly been the most active recently, and an opportunity to do something other than drink is an opportunity worth exploring..."

 

[Mary Bothans]

Evelyn watched Vaas grow irritated with wide eyes from behind her glass. She was not familiar with the planet, or his species, or the struggles he was describing. And although he was becoming angry, he did not seem threatening, despite his size and fearsome appearance. Cienna was also reassuring. She seemed to offset Vaas' social troubles. She sipped her cocktail, the liquor warming her throat. She laughed. The alcohol was starting to find a home in her head.

"So what brought you together then?" she said with a chuckle, addressing Cienna, after Vaas calmed down.

But just then the Duros approached the table. He came over fast and aggressively and leaned over them when he spoke. Her eyes darted to Vaas who seemed taken aback and then to the Duros again. She was concerned for Vaas' reaction. Just across the room, she shot a quick eye at the man who was sitting at the bar watching them with expectation, she scowled at him and her eyes narrowed. She paused a moment "I'm sorry, friend," Evelyn spoke to the Duros trying to diffuse the situation. She smiled, "but we don't know, I'm sure-" but she was cut off as another man approached the table and addressed the Duros.

All of this was happening quickly. She set her cocktail glass on the table, and sized up the two individuals. It was growing crowded at her table, she felt pinned to the wall.

@Oncaro

 

[Oncaro]

Vaas, on the other hand, didn't really feel anything except mild confusion. Boy, were they becoming popular or what?

For some reason, he suspected it was because of himself. He knew Als-Mok-Tor wanted him truly dead, but he was fairly certain none of these people knew that; now that Vaas was off Gamorr, he knew Als-Mok-Tor would be far more discreet about any attempted assassinations, as was the Tiss'shar way. Blinking, he turned toward the Duros and cocked his head slightly.

"My apologies, sir," he said. "I've never heard of this Kaleesh you speak of. In fact I've never met any in person. This man here seems willing to help you, and I agree that attempting to find him likely beats sitting in a bar."

Cienna groaned. "Not an adventure, Vaas..."

"No, not an adventure, just me musing over an idea..." Vaas replied idly, before looking to the Duros.

"Is there money involved? I'm not asking out of greed, but we really do need money."

@Die Shize @SlingRah @StandbyRanger @Evelyn Yara

 

[Die Shize]

Recurring Ambience

Spoiler

The Vagrant Victor​

Having since turned to face the bar again once the Duros was left to his own devices and had ventured to the designated table, only the back of Vintar’s head was watching the scene unfold. His eyes, meanwhile, were on the vast array of liqueurs and ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall and then some. The stool beside him, surely warmed up from one Duros’ ass, had then been made empty but was just replaced by the rear of some other patron. That was expected; the bar was appropriately filled on account of a rainy night and seats were in short supply. Smoke was not. It made Vintar wish he had stocked up on his own.

“Coming right up”, the skinny droid spoke in a feminine voice that sounded like a cat being drowned. Her frizzy pink wig didn’t do her justice. As the droid moved, Vintar tapped his fingers against its arm.

“Hold on.” He turned to face the smoker beside him with a knowing smile. “Strong, huh? Try the Captain’s Special. Make it fatal.”

With a titter, he turned his head back center and sipped from his own glass, finding that now was the appropriate moment to tuck his pouch of what’s-inside-me into a pocket. No sense in keeping it laying around on the bartop. Whatever the result of his suggestion, Vintar nodded at the man’s pack of smokes.

“Don’t suppose I could borrow one of those and a light to go with it.”

OOC

Spoiler

Oh man, this is probably going to start getting me in trouble.

For storyline purposes, I’m separating the NPC control of the Duros out into its own section, which really isn’t that different than a single sentence of NPC control. In this case, however, I’m just giving that NPC a little more life and a few more paragraphs.

This does not mean I suddenly have a fourth character. I can’t PVP with this NPC and if a PC decides to kill this NPC then consider this NPC dead etc. etc. Again, this ‘control’ is just for present storyline purposes in this thread.

The Duros​

The woman had caught his eye first. The very utterance of an apology was enough to send an unsettling blink of his dark orange eyeballs at her and the blue slits that were pupils gazing into her soul. “I’m sorry” was usually a phrase spoken in such a way, as now, that meant something more along the lines of “I’m sorry but I absolutely cannot help you”. He knew the woman was getting ready to say that when another interjected. Hope, at least. Luko the Duros forgot about the useless woman and looked over at the man adjacent.

“Yes, I say.” How many times do I have to say? “Assistance would be assistance but I’d rather you just know who I’m talking about and where he is.”

Luko rolled his eyes. Now it was the great lizard’s turn to apologize. Didn’t they realize that he wasn’t looking for apologies or excuses? I’m looking for Kahn Kriffing Nuvcrulp for kriffsake. It was that name in his head and the conversation he had just had with the idiot Mandalorian that took his memory back a minute or two ago. Wait, he said this here lizard would be able to help me . . .

“Anything beats sitting at a bar, especially with a Mandalorian.” Luko coughed. “Anyway, yes, money is involved.” No. No. Too late. I’m done. “I just paid half of mine to that kriffing Mandalorian mug!”

Luko slammed a fist on the table and jerked his forefinger in the general direction of the Mandalorian sitting smugly at the bar with his back turned like all of this was one big joke. Luko, however, immediately sought to catch his composure as soon as his bulging eyes blinked at the patrons before him. His rapid breathing was checked as he cleared his throat. It was his turn to ask for an apology.

“Sorry. I’m a little worked up. I don’t like getting the runaround and I can’t tell exactly who is the one giving me the runaround. I’ve been through five people to get to here and here is ultimately nowhere and all I want is to know where in the farkle Kahn Nuvcrulp is.”

He paused, blinked and thought, then he seized the nearest drink on the table and downed it. He didn’t care who it belonged to. Probably, the owner wouldn’t either.

 

[SlingRah]

Larr was a bit agitated by the duros. Not only because he had rejected his offer, but also because he had just taken his drink. Larr turned his head upwards to face the Duros. "That was my... Nevermind. Listen, we obviously don't know who or where this guy is, so you had best leave us be. Go ask elsewhere. I'm sure someone somewhere knows his whereabouts- unless you and I are just as delusional as each other, in which case his existence is questionable..." Larr took a deep breath before standing up from his table. "Gaurd my seat, will ya?" He asked the trio to his left, then headed for the bar to grab another drink.

 

[StandbyRanger]

Sunny caught what appeared to be a very mean spirited look from Evelyn, which even if he misread the direction of her gaze, he still smirked at. He waved at her suavely before returning his attention to the bartender, "Hmm? Oh, right."

Sunny extended a cigarette to Vintar, and followed it up with lighting it once the man had accepted the offer. As Vintar would be lighting up his cigarette, Sunny took a glance towards the pocket that the bartender had snuck an unknown pouch into. Most likely a bag of credits, possibly given by the inquiring Duros now assaulting the Lizardman-and-troupe, "Captain's Special, eh? I haven't had one of those since my time at Ord Mantell; but the Special didn't involve any booze. Just a lot of grease, and a wooden paddle..." Sunny shifted uncomfortably in his stool, a forlorn look on his face; it was gone after a moment, however, replaced by a chuckle, "Sure, man, I'll take you up on the offer. Make it a double, and let's see how much of the night I can remember."

As he awaited his drink, Sunny could feel another person approaching the bar; he craned his neck to see it was one of the poor sods who had been accosted by the agitated Duros, "Rough night, eh," he directed towards Larr as he approached, "What wonderful company you have to spend it with."

 

[SlingRah]

Larr smirked, something he hadn't done in a long while. "They're just a trio of people finding their place in the Galaxy. Pretty relatable." Larr slapped some credits on the counter and waited for the bar tender to approach. "I'll take a glass of Darkoma. And please, no ice." The bar tender wandered out of sight to prepare the mix. Larr took a seat and turned to Sunny. "So what brings you to the smuggler's moon?"

 

[Sebby]

There was way too much going on. The war on his home planet of Coruscant made it hard for Nolan to think about his next move. Searching for the Jedi wasn't easy, and he had been wondering about the state of the rest of the galaxy for a long time now. He managed to find some wealthy individuals on Nar Shaddaa to steal from to keep enough credits to stay here, but it was a bad idea. He usually escaped the trouble from bounty hunters by leaving a planet entirely, but there was the small problem of his missing ship. He really hoped he could find it soon to get off this moon and find the Jedi already!

Nolan had been stuck here for so long that someone seemed to take an interest in his junk heap of a ship and fly off with it. Or...maybe he forgot where he left it in the first place. He only hoped he could find it soon, because those wealthy people did not take kindly to thieves. But what's a few credits to someone who already has a ton?

Nolan was spending the day wandering around the streets, hoping to find his ship somewhere, but he had no luck. To make matters worse, it started to rain. To make matters even worse, some bounty hunters hired by the people he stole from started chasing him. He really needed to find a better way to conceal his identity. He ran through the streets with his hood over his head, making his way around the crowds to keep from bumping into anyone. He had no idea how long he had been running, but he needed to lose those hunters quick.

After a few abrupt turns and jumps across bridges, Nolan finally managed to lose them. The fact that he was so used to this was coming in handy. He hurried to make his way to a public place, confident that he wouldn't get attacked by any hunters there. He came across a bar nearby and went inside with his clothes soaking wet and panting like he was running a marathon.

When he got the attention from some patrons for his sudden appearance, he had to play it off. "Ah, what an exhilarating workout!" He shouted, stretching his arms above his head and putting a smile on his face. He approached the bar and waved over the bartender. "Can I have a flameout, please?" He eyed a table off to the side as he waited for his drink. There were tons of people there. "Is there some kind of party? Whose birthday is it?"

 

[Oncaro]

When the Duros had slammed his fist down onto the table, Cienna had started with surprise, and Vaas, though he was far from frightened, let out an agitated hiss. He was highly protective of his only friend, and anyone who wound up scaring her could get on his bad side; proof of that would only need to be found in the rotting, eviscerated corpse of Bunto, the Gamorrean whom had enslaved them both for a long while.

But then the Duros apologized, and while Vaas relaxed, his eyes were narrowed.

"I assure you, sir, none of us at this table are giving you any sort of runaround. I've never heard of the man you speak of. But perhaps you should take some deep breaths and think, and instead of asking people for the man himself, ask for someone, anyone, who can actually get you the information you seek-- an information broker. Now, if you will excuse me, I'm going to get another--"

Vaas attention was drawn to another young soul who ran into the bar in a manner similar to Evelyn, then loudly tried to play off what he did in such a manner that even the most inexperienced civilian would know he was lying through his teeth.

"... Another drink," he finished, before sighing in resignation and standing. "And no promises, but I might just be able to get you your money back."

With that he stood back up to his full height, and moved toward the bar. He didn't try to find a place to sit, but instead waited patiently behind the four males who were unintentionally congregating together.

@StandbyRanger @Die Shize @SlingRah @Sebby

 

[StandbyRanger]

"Probably the same thing that brings everyone to this place, friend," Sunny responded to Larr, "cheap booze, cheap thrills, and not so cheap women." He glanced back at the lizardman and troupe for a moment, his eyes catching Evelyn once more, before he placed a few credits on the bar in front of Larr, offering the kind gesture of paying for the stranger's drink; he was feeling generous today, "Name's Soloman. Yours?"

As Sunny awaited the reply, yet another soul burst through the door. He chuckled audibly, "Hopefully it's your birthday, kiddo. They usually don't have kiddy-tables in bars." Sunny remembered when he was that young; fake ID, stolen credits, trial and error with whatever booze was cheapest. Whenever his ID didn't work, he was fast enough to distract the bartender and reach over the counter to snag whatever loose bottle was around before bolting. Good times, though he was glad he left them behind.

When Sunny attempted to turn his attention back to the bar, there was the giant lizardman staring silently at him. He let out a small eek and nearly jumped out of his seat, but managed to restrain himself, "By the Force, scaly dude! Has anyone told you that you're way too quiet for your size? You'll give a guy a heart attack..."

@Oncaro @Evelyn Yara @Sebby @SlingRah @Die Shize

Spoiler: OOC

Here's an OOC thread, since there's six of us now.