Open Grand Opening!

[Syrina Ro'shyn]

-Theme-​

There was once a time Syrina aspired to own her own business. Serve drinks, dance on a stage, tease all genders and all races. She knew it would work out one day, but there was a mild problem.

It required effort. And though her Mama had blessed her with brains, she hadn't blessed her with the will to pursue things that required effort. And there were many things she would pursue, but in her own spare time. So when there were talks of new cantinas and open slots?

Suddenly, she was feeling very thirsty.

Long black crystal earrings dangled from pierced, black-tipped ears. The thick 'mane' in black was brushed back and up in almost impossibly perfect curls, while steep curves were draped in the thinnest, sheerest of fabrics. Taking a page from the famous Billie's book, she had 'dressed' as much as she could be bothered to. A skimpy black bralette could be seen beneath the sheer, tight glittering fabric of her top, complimenting the stripes of cream and black on orange fur. Shorts, almost tight enough to threaten to burst apart if she bent the wrong(or right) way stretched over thick hips, and tall, thin black heels perfected the ensemble.

She was intrigued, her knuckles still throbbed from punching the lights out of the last kid who tried to cop a feel. She didn't ask for nothin' tonight, and she wanted in for many reasons. One, she heard the owner was hot. Two, she saw on a space-tweet that there were good drinks. Three, her Insta was flooded with mentions from 'friends' that suggested she check it out.

But a girl never came alone. Two of her friends tagged along, a busty Twi'lek named Kelani and a sweet dish of a Echani who called herself Micha.

No fights, huh?

Shame, she wouldn't mind thrashing a few soakers.

"Good evening!" she called out as she entered, offering a cheeky grin and a hearty wave as she did. Edible body glitter sheened on cheeks and... cheeks... scattering a little as her eyes were immediately arrested by the bar. Ooh boy, did tensions seem a little high here! She arrived at the right place, this place was thrumming.

A hungry tilt glinted on one fang and golden-green eyes.

"Kel, Mish, order what you like. Hello lovely people," came the low purr, then cocked her head at the stunning woman at the bar. Syrina could appreciate beauty, but this woman took it to another level. "Are the patrons allowed to treat you, as well?" she inquired, giving a small wink. "I'll have what she had," nodding briefly to Kiara with a breezy grin, "but if there's a drinking challenge, it sounds intriguing." She cocked her head briefly, eyeing what seemed to have been a tense situation. Her height was helped by the heels, she loved the vantage point of being a little further off. Her friends likely wouldn't stay for long, but Syrina?

She had all the time in the galaxy... and judging by the looks of this crowd, she could make a fortune once they got drunk enough. They looked fun.

@Sreeya @Wit @Mr. Teatime @Charles @Zay @Nor'baal @Logan @Altaris

 

[Nyx Vika]

Nyx couldn’t help but laugh at the display. This was exactly the kind of publicity that would ensure that her business had a booming start. To her surprise, the men appeared to be complete experts with the drink. She thought she saw Xol getting riled up, but he was promptly diffused by Ki’s artillery fire that resulted in a dickslap that hit harder than Emil’s public accusation about the Jedi probing his mind. Nyx was half concerned the Tognath would blow a gasket, but he appeared to find it just as funny.

The Rattataki was observant by nature, and she snapped her fingers to bring another round of Emil’s Harems for everyone. Her golden gaze trailed over the new patrons as they filed in, observing the Firrerreo that had an almost regal way of carrying himself followed by a stunning Cathar. Nyx flashed them both a grin, motioning for them to take a seat.

The tired looking man out front was actually a very drunk customer who was mistaken for the bouncer. However, he played the role enough for Voren to pass through. The man, thinking he was being helpful, poked his head inside and shouted at the top of his lungs, “HEY WE HAVE EMRYC THORNE HERE! MAKE HIM BUY ALL YOUR DRINKS!”

Nyx’s eyes went wide as she searched the cantina for the ISC President. Was he really here?? While publicity was good, this was not the kind she wanted, especially with all her Syndicate history. She looked all around for the trademark tall half Sephi, but the only hulking figure in here was Zaid.

She blinked in confusion before glancing down at Voren to give him the round of drinks. Nyx looked over at the others, beaming as they began on their second round. She had neglected to mention that Emil’s Harems were incredibly strong. Every single person that hastily chugged it would be hit like a freighter.

The music switched to something a bit downtempo but still perfect to start grooving. Nyx looked over at the Cathar and smiled at the question about treating her, “Sure, babe, but I’m not brave enough to take on the Harem,” She grinned. Nyx tapped her manicured fingernails against the bar to the rhythm of the song. She knew it wouldn’t be long before at least someone started dancing and really got the place popping. Nyx was still wondering if the ISC President was lurking around somewhere... was he in the refresher? Wasn't that where he got kidnapped last time? This was really not the kind of publicity she needed...

@Wit @Altaris @Zay @Logan @Charles @Nor'baal @Mr. Teatime @Killa Ree

 

[Darth Stolas]

The overdramatic face-off between twitchy Tognath and tall Orcolan seemed increasingly weighted toward the former doing something foolish. At least, right up until an ominous horking that reminded Morgan of a sick cat came from off to the side. A yellow projectile careened, spinning almost artfully on its way, and slapped Xol smack on his mask.

Lilting laughter shook the Firrerreo at the sight, a cloud of smoke bursting from his lips as he'd been mid-drag at the time. Even the banana's unfortunate victims laughed, diffusing some of the tension. At which point Morgan paid Xol little further attention. He could feel how utterly nervous the being was, but frankly, he wouldn't care unless it brought trouble.

Not his circus, not his monkey. As the saying goes. Rather he returned the Rattataki's welcoming grin. His expression widened at the Orcolan's greeting, tilting his head ever so slightly at the nickname. It seemed appropriate an Orcolan wouldn't shy from commenting on them. Morgan's charmingly flashed his razor fangs at him before he turned back to the show.

Crix went down next, shamelessly working the length of fruit until he reached the coconut prize at the end. During the smuggler's celebration, Morgan's own drinks arrived and he finally caught the name of it. Emil really just kept taking a pounding from those tabloids. A short laugh left him, spurred further by a sign's nearby advertisement of "Palpatine Punch." A powerful Sith Lord reduced to a fruity drink was immensely funny.

He tasted the coffee drink first, though he ended up distracted by the big guy ducking down to tackle his Harem. Dark brows rose at the ease Zaid displayed, goldens glinting with playful mischief during the brief moment their eyes met during the deed. Quite smooth all and all, and topped off with a challenge. Morgan could be competitive and liked his games. If he hadn't already decided to try it, that would've convinced him.

"Guess you'll find out," Morgan answered playfully, taking a held-in drag of his cigarra. The Firrerreo bent at the waist, bowing his head down toward the drink. Tip first, fangs delicately skimming the banana's surface on the way down, clearly in no rush. The frosted fruit's length disappeared bit by bit past his lips, lingering a little on each section. A soft clink signaled his hitting the end as his teeth firmly, but carefully, took hold of the glass rim. It tilted for him to drink the creamy concoction at the bottom, steadily drinking from the stronger-than-expected cocktail.

He righted the glass properly before his fangs let go and he sat back up. Cooled smoke clouds plumed from between his lips as he finally exhaled. His tongue flicked to catch a stray bit of coconut milk. Golden eyes returned to Zaid with the same self-confident smirk as earlier. "Do I, big guy?" he asked, amusement dancing behind his eyes.

Morgan's head tilted toward the door when Emryc was mentioned as if he was listening for something, then turned to look. No sign of the very obvious half-Sephi left him bemused at the announcement. As funny- and a little embarrassing- as it would be randomly run into the man twice under unexpected circumstances. Idly he wondered if Emryc would try the drink. Probably not, for the calories if nothing else.

Cathar and friend's arrival got a once-over, but Morgan was abruptly drawn from all their glittery glory by a change in song. Morgan decided he liked this place and, humming along to the tune, reached into his jacket to pull out a pre-loaded Authority Cash Voucher card. It was slid over toward Nyk. "Have any spicy mixes?" he asked, offering a challenge of his own. "With citrus."

"I'm called Morgan," he added as he turned back to the Orcolan. Morgan stood from the barstool and leaned his side against the bar. "Swing with me, big guy?" A smirk and a head-tilt toward an open area where other patrons were already starting to get up and groove. "Dancing, that is."

Either way, he took another Java drink and wandered off to join in, body quickly sinking into the sound and moving to the beat with the rest. If he was joined, all the better.

@Altaris @Logan @Zay @Wit @Sreeya @Mr. Teatime @Killa Ree

 

[Xol Zaa Fenn]

"Bah..." Xol huffed as Crix made clear the Xol wasn't his employer or something like that. He was only trying to warn the smuggler of...whatever was getting at his nerves. He occasionally looked over his shoulder to see who else entered the bar- he still felt cold and sick, and it wasn't the whiskey he had downed earlier.

The Tognath tried shrugging it off, but it just lingered, and he hated it. So, Xol kept tabs on who Crix was hanging around with, laughing with, drinking with, in case someone pulled something stupid.

He still disliked the Orc-man and Xol wasn't afraid at all of the physical power Zaid probably possessed. Xol had experience on his side and he was as agile as Vahla gymnast, able to draw his machete and slice the brute's throat faster than he could say 'Deepthroat'.

Blaster bolts don't care how rock hard your six-pack is anyway, and Xol could bet that even Crix could draw faster than the Orc. That is, if Crix wasn't drunk or high- which Xol continued to worry about.

Was that cold feeling coming from the Orc? Or was it someone else? Xol shook his head and slid over to Kiara, the only other tolerable person in the bar. "Crix canta Dobra loca. Dobra tee. Kaa baa mo, hee jeeska da bmheh vehpobaee uba." <Crix thinks I am crazy. I am not. Something's off, so keep your wits about you.> He said in a hushed yet serious tone.

"Please?" He slurred.

@Logan @Zay @Sreeya @Mr. Teatime @Altaris @Wit @Nor'baal

 

[Zaid Durmaz]

Zaid couldn’t help but laugh at that moment, his baritone rumbling lively through the air. Having successfully tackled Emil’s Harem and downed his creamy reward, Zaid was visibly in a great mood – and the steady buzz of alcohol in his system certainly helped that fact. While his species was known for their higher-than-average tolerance, the coconut beverage was significantly stronger than anticipated, and Zaid was feeling the full effects.

The half-Orcolan was feeling warm, happy and comfortable - and any cautious glances to his surroundings had largely ceased by this point. Instead, Zaid’s attention shifted to the Firrerreo, no lack of amusement in his tone as he issued that challenge.

He arched a brow and leaned forward a bit when Morgan started to lean down – brown eyes filled with amusement as he watched. By the time the Firrerreo tilted back the glass successfully, the half-Orcolan took once more took to rattling his fists against the counter – slipping in a suggestive whistle as he cheered the man on.

Zaid leaned back against the counter, flashing the Firrerreo a sideways, tusk-filled grin when the smaller man spoke once more. The half-Orcolan crossed his arms once more, regarding Morgan for a moment before answering. “Oh,” He began, “I never had any doubts you were anything but an expert.” He declared, giving a playful wink.

Syrina and her companions arrived, and Zaid naturally found his attention drawn in their direction – brown eyes gradually flicking between each of the ladies before finally settling on the Cathar herself. “Hello to you too,” Zaid gave her a ‘what’s up’ jut of his chin. Before he could say more, Zaid’s attention was pulled away by the random dude claiming Emryc Thorne had just arrived.

Zaid blinked a few times, taking a moment to scan the cantina for the half-Sephi only a few inches shorter than himself. He shrugged after a few moments, determining that it was all in jest and that the half-Orcolan was, in fact, the only one here that needed to worry about smacking his head on the doorframes.

He glanced down at Morgan when the Firrerreo properly introduced himself, once more flashing the smaller man a sideways smirk. “Zaid.” His gaze flicked towards the dancefloor when the offer of a dance was made, an almost unenthusiastic look on the half-Orcolan’s face.

While Zaid possessed a variety of talents, dancing simply wasn’t one of them. The half-Orcolan was – unsurprisingly – rigid and inflexible, lacking the kind of fluidity to move his body to any kind of rhythm. Nevertheless, the heavy buzz of alcohol in his system meant that the half-Orcolan was far more willing to embarrass himself than he might normally be.

“Fuck it.” He finally declared after a moment, opting to down whatever was left in his glass before making his way towards the dancefloor. Zaid turned back towards the bar, giving Nyx and Hal a thumbs up once the next round of Harem’s were brought out – indicating that he would be back for his in a moment.

Dancing first, deepthroating after.

Zaid gradually made his way onto the dancefloor, moving close to where Morgan was already sinking into the beat without a care in the world. While the Firrerreo was graceful and precise with every movement of his body, the half-Orcolan looked like he was made of stone by comparison. It was very clear he didn’t know what he was doing, and for now, he simply played it safe by casually swaying his body from side to side – rocking to the thrumming beat of the music. Bold as he might’ve been, Zaid purposefully didn’t put his hands on the Firrerreo unless indicated.

“So what brings you here, anyway?” He asked, moving to dance a bit closer to the Firrerreo – quite literally towering over him on the dancefloor. “You don’t strike me as the type for cantinas on the wrong side of town.”

@Mr. Teatime @Sreeya @Zay @Logan @Charles @Wit @Killa Ree

 

[Crix Dolan]

Zaid showed everyone in the bar exactly how you were supposed to drink Emril’s Harem. Crix jotted down a couple of notes just to be safe, the guy who followed also, crushed, AND the one who came after him ALSO crushed. Crix flashed a grin at Kiara and somehow restrained himself from teasing her.

The music changed and Crix whipped around at the supposed arrival of Emyrc Thorne. The smuggler spotted the imposter from across the room and had to work to control his temper. His mood soured instantly and he decided it was best to catch his breath outside.

He managed the get the twi’lek bartender's attention and got a Dantooine cognac before clapping Xol on the shoulder.

“Don’t cause any trouble, I need a breath of fresh air.”

He winked at Kiara then skirted the dancefloor so as not to disturb the impressive display Zaid and his partner were laying out. The Smuggler couldn’t help but wonder if there was anything the half-orculan couldn’t do.

Crix made it outside and welcomed the familiar hum of city life. As habit would dictate he lit up a cigara and took in the view. The budding inebriation began to dredge up ghosts of his past and he debated crossing the street and leaving, but he didn’t. Instead, he leaned up against the building and took a sip of his drink. He swirled his glass and fought back emotion as the memory of his devastated home fought for prominence in his mind. He missed who he was. He was terrified of who he was becoming, but his decision to walk this line was finite and he knew there was no turning back.

@Sreeya @Logan @Altaris @Charles @Mr. Teatime @Nor'baal

 

[Kiara Shan]

Things in the bar were beginning to heat up and Kiara was having more fun than she'd had in a long time just watching the chaos unfold. It had been too long since she had hung out in a proper dive bar surrounded by Syndicate hooligans. Cracking a slight smile as she watched Zaid and the golden-eyed newcomer saunter out to the dance floor, Kiara started to turn towards Crix to talk to him some more when she noticed him suddenly bolt for the door.

Raising an eyebrow, Ki wondered if something had rustled his jimmies or if he was about to throw up or something. Just by the look of him - despite the adeptness at which he had done so - she figured that he probably wasn't used to having a curved yellow shaft shoved down his throat and maybe it had upset his fragile man-baby tummy.

Sliding from her own seat, Ki gave Nyx a flirtatious wink as she followed Crix outside. The fresh air was a welcome change from the humidity of so many bodies inside the cantina. Spotting Crix, Kiara could tell just from his posture that something was troubling him, though she didn't think it her place to pry too deeply. She had only just met the man, their entire relationship summed up as "I bummed a cigarra of some cute dude at a bar the other day."

Not leaving already, are you? She asked, walking up beside Crix, her tone light but with just a little bit of I can tell something's up, men are not complicated.

Bum me another and I'll buy your next pack, She said, flashing him a smirk. You'll have to give me your number, though.

Looking out at the night sky, Kiara let out a contented sigh, though she couldn't help but shake the feeling that their night of partying wouldn't stay wholesome forever. Nights with Syndicate hooligans never did.

@Zay

 

[Crix Dolan]

“Oh, I’d never leave without saying goodbye,” he said flashing her a smile. To his surprise, it was welcomed.

Normally, he was quick to push people away, quick to close himself off, but with Ki was quickly weaseling her way in and his guilt was becoming easier and easier to ignore...

Crix pulled out his ratty pack of cigaras and offered her his last one, “If you want another, I've got more on my ship.”

He took a drink and added, “Open your comm I’ll drop my frequency.”

The Smuggler shifted to face her being sure to inch closer as he did. Their close proximity allowed the tendrils of smoke to lazily intertwine as they drifted upward. Crix found himself lost in her beauty. There was something familiar and inviting about the honey hues of her eyes. He found comfort in her gaze and whether it was from the drinks or his state of being, he wanted to stay here as long as he could.

Deciding he'd been staring for way too long to back out he leaned in and kissed her.

@Logan

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan swung to the rhythm, a steady back and forth swing of hips paired with smooth but simple steps. A turn brought him back around to face where he'd come from. He was pleased to find Zaid ended up following him to the floor. His buzz encouraged the amused smirk on Morgan's lips at seeing the jolly green giant have a go at dancing.

Being honest, he wasn't very good. Didn't discourage the Firrerreo from sliding into paired dancing distance, though. Morgan didn't get close enough to touch- he was finicky about that sort of thing- but he didn't seem intimidated by Zaid and his leather-clad bulk. Instead he fell into a similar swaying pace while keeping his steps more intricate, for his own fun if nothing else.

"Oh? What type am I, then?" he asked through a cheeky grin. The actual answer was almost boringly simple. "A new place opened. I like exploring around." Slender fingers waved vaguely over the inside, then toward the jukebox. "Music's good. Already better than most places, no?"

His head tilted a little in observation of Zaid. Morgan kept to his simplified swing. Maybe Zaid could pick something up, but the point of the dancing was to have fun and move around more than show off. "What're you here for? Besides the excellent drink names."

@Altaris

 

[Kiara Shan]

Kiara was glad she had followed Crix out of the cantina and into the night. He returned her flirtatious glances and playful smirks with some of his own, Ki smirking a little at how Crix wasn't anywhere near as smooth as he thought he was. It was cute, though, just like his face.

I've heard that one before, She said with a playful eyeroll, taking Crix's last cig and putting putting it between her lips. Ended up being less of a ship and more of a.. speeder he lived in with his Mom. Pulling out her own lighter - a small silver fliptop with a key engraved on it - Kiara lit the cigarra and pulled out her comm.

Got it, She said, typing in the name "Crix - Cute" to the frequency she'd just saved.

Putting her comm back in pocket, Ki brought her eyes up to meet Crix's and noticed just how brilliantly blue they actually were. That was when the dashing scoundrel leaned in for a kiss - something that took Kiara by quite a bit of surprise, if she were being honest - though he wouldn't be met with her lips on his.

Instead, Kiara would lean in too, her head moving to the side so her cheek brushed against his, her lips right next to Crix's ear, her hand on chest.

You'll have to earn that, She whispered, the warmth of her breath blowing into Crix's ear with each airy word.

Pulling away from Crix, Kiara gave him the slightest peck on the cheek followed by a wink and her biting her bottom lip in just that way. Finishing her cig, Ki flicked it into the street where it sizzled and died in a nearby puddle. Grabbing Crix by the hand, Ki would lead him back inside the cantina, her eyes set firmly on the dance floor.

@Zay

 

[Xol Zaa Fenn]

Xol, after watching the whole ordeal go down with Crix and Kiara, began laughing hysterically.

The Tognath bounty hunter moved over to Crix and patted him on the back. Instead of embarrassing him, as Crix had done to Xol earlier, the bounty hunter and EX-pirate decided to boost his chances with such a respectable young lady.

"Bo pankpa doth nahchogn bo dee tozei kabai baa Jee gee gee bu cuova see nan hhont. Stafa ai bu Rohceua Woupa, an whoma koucaue ai Miha K'wanna." <His ship is probably one of the finest specimen's I've had the pleasure of coming across. It may not look like much, but she's got it where it counts! Faster than the Millennium Falcon, and hits harder than Red Five.> He mused.

Xol knew he was overexaggerating a tad bit, but it was worth a shot. However, the Tognath needed to leave. He still felt like someone was holding a blaster pistol at the back of his head, but no one really was.

"Crix an Kiara... Jee hatkocanh neu uba dopa alay. Tah lumpa bancaie wouuoc cahcikah see bona an Dobra tee bidkana vehpe che fa bai pomka mi. Panwa kae." <Crix and Kiara... I'll see you two later. This place still reeks of trouble and I'm not staying around for it to catch me. Enjoy yourselves.> He said as he backed away towards the exit so he could get on his own starship and leave completely.

"No. More. Alcohol." Xol teased, pointing at the both of them with finger guns.

@Zay @Logan

 

[Crix Dolan]

"Well, that's obviously what I mean. I'm trying to convince my mom to move out, but she's so good a guilt trips," he quipped back at her. They traded frequencies, and he returned his comm to his jacket pocket.

Crix's face flushed as Ki dodged his affection. A speeder blaring a sportscast flew by and the only words The Smuggler could make out were, "--Ooo, you just hate to see that, folks--," and he couldn't help but agree.

He was way out of practice when it came to flirting... Kiara on the other hand was doing an amazing job. As her lips grazed his cheek he got chills and her breath on his neck was, to be frank, unfair. As it turned out he wasn't doing as poorly as he'd thought. Her challenge awakened his competitive nature and in reply, he said, "Bet."

He followed her lead and took a final puff on his cigara before letting it fly. As they reentered the bar Xol approached. He complimented Crix's ship, which why wouldn't you The Freebird is amazing, and then made his way out while advising them not to drink. Crix lifted the whiskey he still held in hand, threw it back, and flicked the hunter a two-finger salute.

"See ya soon, pal," he said as he handed his now empty glass off to a server passing by.

Returning his attention to Kiara he looked down at their interwoven fingers and pulled her close. His free hand slipped to the small of her back and he began to sway with the music. Dancing had always been something Mal loved to do. He'd always hated it, but for her, he'd learned how. A part of him felt guilty. As if by sharing this with anyone other than her he was cheating or...

He let the thoughts fade and focused on Ki's movements. Mal was gone, and he wanted nothing more than to be here in this moment with Ki.

Over the music he said, "You'll have to ease me into this it's been a minute since I've danced!"

@Logan

 

[Kotii Solus]

THEME​

In the north eastern corner of the galaxy was Tirsa and not far from it was Zygerria. Kotii however needed to relax and have som rest along with some relaxation. The Mandalorian had been working hard to provide for his Clan, for his House and other Mandalorians. Running a Mandalorian House while being a single father was taxing on the Echani offshoot to say the least.

Today Kotii found himself on the industrial planet approaching the brightly lit sign of the Viktorious Vixen. He wasn't wearing his Mandalorian armor at all. Instead he was wearing an outfit of greens, golds and white. A pendant pinned to his suit collar had the symbol of the mythosaur on it and connected to a small chain inside his jacket connecting to an antique holo-chrono made of phrik. A pair of red tinted spectacles rest on Kotii's face while a droid snake sat on his shoulders, occasionally flicking out its fake synthetic. The white serpent was recent purchase but similar to that of a W-00F model except in snake form. Maybe he would use it for training badgers later or give to Hauron. A droid pet was better than a live one to start him off with.

The armorless Alor entered the cantina and took in his surroundings before heading towards the bar. Stopping at the counter, he waited until the bartender was free before placing his order for bourbon served neat. The man's gloved hand reached into a pocket and pulled out a tin. Flipping it open, the container held hand rolled cigaras laced with recreational spice. Wasting no time in lighting up, Kotii took a deep breath of the intoxicating substance before letting out a cloud of swirling blue-hued smoke.

Numerous other creations were being had by the other patrons. The prices of which were all agreeable and some of them even sounded tasty. But what he witnessed being replayed on some people's personal holo-recorders made the man raise an eyebrow. He must of have just missed some sort of drinking contest in the spirit of the evening and it looked rather provocative. Kotii couldn't help but chuckle to himself a little. For now he was content to people watch and get a vibe for the establishment. Half priced drinks meant each libation would be a double for the Mandalorian.

Only one individual was recognizable and that surprised Kotii. He didn't expect to see anyone he knew on the planet. But he doubted Crix Dolan would recognize him unless he was decked out in plates of durasteel and beskar. Checking his comlink for any new calls or messages, he pocketed the device after seeing it devoid of new alerts and took another pull on his cigara. To any other patrons, they would potentially see his foot tapping to the beat of the music.