Hutta Drink Up

[Narir Solus]

The party seemed to already be in full swing by the time Narir arrived. Perhaps a bit late, but he was glad he had still managed to make it. Things seemed as if they had been moving so quickly lately that Narir was glad for the opportunity to simply relax and enjoy the company of his brothers.

Although he was still quite dubious about the Rebels - and more specifically their Jedi partners - a celebration was a celebration, and it had been a joint effort that pried the Hutta worlds from the Imperial's repulsive grasp. No matter how you looked at it, it was a time for celebration, and Narir wasn't going to be putting up any sort of a stink. In fact, it felt like ages since he'd last not had to worry about Imperials or Sith breathing down his neck. Tonight was a good night.

He pushed his way into the bar with the songs already well underway, and a smile began to form under his helmet. The crowd was a mix of faces he knew and didn't know, and some of the people here were old friends while others were perhaps soon to be friends? That might have been overestimating.

He made his way over to the bar, ordering himself a beer and lifted his visor enough to take a long swig. Refreshing and perfect, just what he needed. He made his way over toward Leandros (@Painus) and gave the man a slap on the shoulder before taking a seat of his own, turning to watch the festivities and singing. Cold drink, family, victory, and singing... what more could you ask for?

 

[Greybok]

The last time Greybok had been wasted had to have been Life Day on Kashyyyk. Or was it the celebration dinner that the Noble Court had thrown for the rebellion in the Anoat sector? He couldn't remember. Probably because he had been guzzling a drink that was both green and burned all the way down for the past standard hour and it was beginning to dull his memory. Initially, the Wookiee general had not wanted to come to the party. There were Sith to kill, planets to liberate, and ships to fly. Oddly enough, it had been Leah that had insisted he attend, and, when he heard Raz would be in attendance as well, well, he just couldn't say no.

The Wookiee had a drink in each hand and the fur around his jowls was dripping in green liquid, but that did little to stop him from downing one drink in a single gulp before doing the same with the other. Were he sober, he would have imagined that no one in this bar had heard a Wookiee slur his words before. Slurred Shyriiwook was even harder to translate than slurred Basic, but slur his words Greybok most certainly did. And the server droid behind the bar took severe umbrage to those words.

"You should slow down, sir," the metal-head had the audacity to tell him. "This must be your eleventh or twelfth drink. It is unsafe for a Wookiee to consume so much alcohol." Unsafe for others. Not for the Wookiee. Greybok didn't like to be told no, so, this time, he roared in Shyriiwook loud and angrily. And to punctuate his "request," he waved his bowcaster around in front of the droid.

Twobee, bless her chassis, endeavored to translate. "In case you are unfamiliar with Wookiee, that was a colorful description of what this bowcaster will do to your metal frame if you don't do as he says and get him another round."

That, as it happened, got the droid to do as Greybok requested and, moments later, his hands were filled with another two drinks. He was slowly starting to feel glad that Leah had made him come to this get-together. The buzz he currently found himself enraptured by was a welcome departure from the war, even if it was fleeting. @Deviant @Sreeya

 

[Leah Reach]

Leah was not used to this. The last party she attended was back in the Anoat Sector, where she was greeted with a wild rave rather than a pristine ball. Not dressed for the occasion, she stuck out like a sore thumb. Needless to say, just as before, the rebel ambassador had made the same mistake. She expected a gathering on the smaller side but was stunned to find a crowded mob of shitfaced rebels and drunk Mandalorians still decked in armor. She sighed but accepted it. Leah had not come all that way to turn tail simply for how she looked. It was a time for celebration. Rebels and Mandalorians deserved a chance to see the lighter side of the Jedi Master. Well, the less sober side.

But it was a rough start. Stiff and awkward, she picked up a glass of water to begin the night. Water turned to wine, then wine into whiskey. Eventually, she had soaked in at least six glasses of three different drinks. Not that it changed her much. As a Jedi Master, she was used to filtering out the effects of alcohol, and it was going to take a lot more than that to loosen her up. Of course, her mind was already abuzz with a few random thoughts and her eyes wandered throughout the club, intrigued but watching from a safe distance. Lounging in a corner, back against the wall, she observed several rebels dance and flail their arms about, much to the amusement of the crowd, and to her. It had been a long time since she could relax like this.

Convinced she needed to get a better view, Leah waltzed back to the bar and ordered another drink. The bartender obliged, but rather than present her with a glass of wine, they handed over enough shots to turn a man purple. It seemed her reputation proceeded her. Not wanting the drinks to go to waste, she downed them one by one. Now, that hit the spot. As she flagged down the bartender again for more, a bald Mandalorian broke into song. Others followed. A merry tune, enough to whisk her away, but as tempted as she was to join, Leah decided it was better to listen. Once her next two shots arrived, the Jedi plucked one up and guzzled it in an instant. She would never get to have the second.

One Mandalorian (@Rom), particularly rowdy, broke into some kind of battle hymn. Fists slammed into tables. Cheers, whistles and laughter filled the club. The same man marched along the bar top and unknowingly kicked one of her shots into the floor. Glass shattered. Leah looked down to the wasted drink, almost sullen, but chuckled. “Mandalorians.” She said, a grin stretched her lips, before she swiveled on her chair to see the man move from table to table. His voice dipped but then grew ever louder, more than anything or anyone else. Leah couldn’t believe what was happening until the song came to an end. Left wishing for more, she shared in their laughter. She may not be totally drunk but she was definitely on her way there.

@Orbit @Zay (join or die)

 

[Raz Solus]

Raz kept drumming along to the music, taking deep swigs from her drink. She glanced over at all the attendees, noticing how the place was becoming more and more packed. Leandros was the center of attention as usual, and she had to shake her head and grin. Raz spotted the Commander making his way through the crowd towards her, and she patiently waited for him to finally close the distance. As he sat down near her, she touched her mug to his drink in cheers, taking another swig.

“Well deserved indeed,” She nodded, “You know we always enjoy kicking some Sith ass, nice to have some friends willing to do it alongside us,” Raz grinned widely, taking another a huge chug from her obnoxiously large mug. The singing kept going and she turned her focus on Hugo for a moment, “I hope you didn’t lose too many of your people when the Sith attacked,” She knew it was a time for celebration, but only Hugo could understand the weight of an entire people depending on him. It was a surreal feeling, and it was enough to make anyone question or doubt themselves. She certainly felt it as Mand’alor, and there was no doubt Hugo struggled the same.

Raz barely got out another word when Dalyn made an appearance, sweeping in to steal her mug. She could only sit in stunned silence, watching him spin off and give her a coy smile as he finished her drink. He had a talent for this, and there was no doubt about it. He had caught her attention some time ago when he sang right after the battles had taken place. Raz shook her head, grinning as she leaned further back in her seat. She propped her heavily-booted feet up on the table.

“Well there goes my drink,” She muttered quietly to Hugo, lighting up a cigarra before she took a long drag, offering the pack to Hugo, "Care for a smoke?" The smoke plumed from the slot in her helmet that was open, as she still refused to remove the entire thing. Raz’s gaze shifted as she spotted some familiar faces - namely Grebok and that Reach Jedi. She had met them recently on Mon Cala, and it was entertaining to see them several drinks in already. Raz had a perfect view of everything going on, and she couldn’t help but smile, slowing blowing out rings of smoke as she found a calm place for herself.

@Minuteman75

 

[Lilith (8th TL)]

The party was filling up, and then suddenly one of the mando's broke out into song. This wasn't the first time she heard someone singing drunkenly in a bar, but it was the first time she saw so many people join in. Cait didn't know the song, though she smiled and held up her glass before taking a drink. If anything, this showed another side to the mandalorian's; a comradery and playfulness that she wasn't use to.

"You know what?" she murmured to herself, turning back around to grab the bartenders attention. It was good timing on her part since he was flirting with a poor woman that would probably lose her heart and then wallet. "This rounds on me!" It wouldn't hurt her wallet since she'd recently taken over a mine on top of other things.

The bartender was about to yell it out, but Cait waved her hand to stop him. "Uh! No! Just tell them when they order—no spectacle." If anyone was interested in finding out who had paid for their drinks, they could, otherwise she just wanted to make the night a little bit more enjoyable for everyone.

"Very well miss," he replied, but she continued after, "But I want some drinks delivered." Cait pointed at the first mandalorian (@Painus) that sung, who probably didn't need more drinks but that was half the reason she wanted him to have more. "Bring him two more of whatever he's already having, and if he finishes those then one more on top of that." Cait smiled, half evil-ly half-playfully. "And that table over there," she added, pointing towards the Mand'alor (@Sreeya). "Bring a drink to each one them please." That was an obvious choice. What businesswoman wouldn't send a drink to the Mand'alor herself? A dumb one.

Within minutes, the bartender called over a few droids that whistled as he put drinks on their trays. The first little droid found it's way to Leandros, beeping happily at him while holding up the tray. The second one buzzed towards the Mand'alor's table, though something wasn't quite right with it's programming and it bumped into one of the mandalorian's legs (@Phoenix), spilling a drink all him (unless he moved). "Beee-booo!" the little droid beeped something that sounded like "Uh oh!". If it managed to get away from the mandalorian before he did anything to it, it'd buzz past him as fast as it could to make it to the Mand'alor. It'd hold up the remaining drink for her to take, beeping happily as if it didn't do anything wrong a second ago.

 

[Crix Dolan (TL8)]

The scoundrel grunted under the weight of the seemingly endless amount of booze crates and seriously regretted his eagerness to be a team player. He was covered in a sheen of sweat and his tunic clung to his form as he set down a box of fine Dantooine Cognac. He lifted examining it with sudden interest, it was a limited release he'd thought he missed by sticking around during the uprising, but here it was. A small smirk spread across his lips as he turned to Burkhart, "You mind if I borrow this forever?"

He was joking, but if there was even the slightest chance of getting his hands on the bottle The Scoundrel would go for it. He set his prize back into the crate and returned to work. Since joining the Alliance he'd been little more than a pack mule, but that was fine a little hard work wasn't going to kill him. Crix set the box on the counter inside the club and looked around. The interior was stunning. The last time he was in a place this nice he'd run into Raz. He chuckled to himself the pair seemed to be connected by an invisible tether, perpetually bound to run into each other at super random and weird times. Thankfully they were besties. He wondered if tonight would be another of those fated chances. He asked for a glass of water and was given a shot of the Cognac he'd admired earlier along with his request.

Oh yeah... I'm only coming back for this, right here. He mused enamored by the fine brandy. With his little break completed Crix returned to moving and organizing alcohol until the task was complete. He gave Burkhart a quick two-finger salute as he tossed his jacket over his shoulder and made for his ship. He quickly grabbed a shower and changed into some clean clothes. The Smuggler threw on a two-tone black and grey tunic, navy trousers, and his leather jacket. Finally, he pulled on his gunbelt, he was still on Nar Shaddaa after all.

Crix stepped out of his ship and lit up a cheap cigarette. He burned one down as he made his way to the club. The aftershock of the uprising was still apparent in the rough-edged Ecumenopolis. Storefronts were blown out, debris still littered the streets and pathways. He was responsible for this. Was this the price of conquest? How many innocent lives had been affected? He hoped it was worth it. He took one final drag on his cigarette and tossed it to the ground stamping it out under his heel. These kind of thoughts were above his paygrade. He was just here to blow off some steam.

The Smuggler entered the club and surveyed the scene a moment, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting cast by the various holoprojectors. Mandalorians and rebels embraced in the revelry as warcries, and drinking songs bellowed above the clubs house music. A wide smile spread across his face as he stepped out of the main entrance scanning the crowd as he made his way to the bar.

Burkhart, really knows how to throw a party, he thought committing the fact to memory. As he carefully picked his way through the masses. He was surprised to see several familiar faces but stopped dead in his track when he spotted Raz. His grin spread into a full smile and he immediately started thinking of ways to annoy her. He watched as a fellow Mandalorian pilfered Raz's drink and he spotted his opening. He swiped an ale off a passing server droid and passed by the almighty Manda'lor, "Your beverage, my lordship." He teased.

He glanced at the Duros next to her and thought he looked vaguely familiar, but couldn't place him. The smuggler gave the man a respectable nod and then patted Raz on the shoulder saying, "Good to see ya, I need a drink." He gave her a wink and completed the last leg of his journey. As he reached the bar he spotted Leah and watched with a mixture of fear and admiration as she slammed a line of shots. A rowdy mando danced across the bartop sending a few drinks skittering to the ground and Crix laughed.

The Scoundrel sidled up to the Jedi Master as she said, "Mandalorians." He shrugged with a smile and said, "Gotta love 'em."

The Bartender sent Crix two shots of the Dantooine Cognac with a friendly nod. The Smuggler offered the second to Leah then cheers and tapped the bar before throwing it back. A moment later he had a glass of the same brandy over a large cube of ice. He'd forgotten how hard Mandalorians partied, and he was stoked.

To Leah he said, "Finally, letting down your hair?" His perpetual little smirk adorning his lips.

@Darasuum @Sreeya @Minuteman75 @Deviant

 

[Arda Breaux]

They said it would be therapeutic, or at least that was what the Healer tried to convince her as such. It may have been also just sudden justification to get her out of the med bay after covering the wall in her room with dozens of purple flowers that grew in the spring of her homeworld. However, Arda was reluctant, as the last day or so after her rescue had been a mixed bag of emotions on how to readjust after everything that had occurred. She had not been in the mood to talk to anyone or have the closest friends visit, she felt she needed time, but then again, she thought that time really didn't begin until she allowed herself to see those who she thought she had hurt, or thought had hurt her. It was worth the shot to try, and besides, the Rebels and Mandalorians were having a party that evening.

The nurse had redressed her blaster wounds, which ached just as bad as she first received after the doctors properly treated them. She was told she would have a scar, but Arda was more relieved that was all they would cause and she was able to wear some proper clothing instead of the itchy medical robe. Comfortable trousers, boots, tunic, and a spacer's jacket, Arda felt surprisingly refreshed, but that may have also been the pain medicine she took earlier; though she was disappointed that the colour in her hair had faded out, returning back to the natural black locks that she tied back to keep out of her face.

She could hear the music before she even entered the bar and thanked she only had one good ear to pick up the loud singing that came from within. The club was alive with the gleeful songs and drinking of both Mandalorian and Rebels alike and though she had been plagued with unease, she felt suddenly relieved, as though she had been anticipating for something chaotic to happen when she arrived. It took her a second as she walked through the doors to figure out where she could go as the place was filled, making it hard for her to find anyone she knew, she did see the bar and decided that was where she would start as she snaked her way in between groups of bodies until she managed to get to the counter in order to get herself an ale.

 

[Leandros Solus]

Leandros was merry. Even when surrounded by those who he did not consider his peers, there was a desire to celebrate. He had not relaxed and let loose in months, if not longer. This was a fine opportunity to finally let go and show these weak jellyfish who call themselves rebels how real warriors revel. The crowd responded well to his song, and it seemed to have spurred a little battle of the bards of sorts as others joined in, dancing and laughing and drinking as if there was not a war going on. It was good to relax every now and then, after all. It kept people sane and eager for more. Corrine (@EmilyHuene) came over and joined him in his revelry and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, swaying with the music as he finished singing. He clinked his mug against her beer afterwards and turned to the Twi’lek when she began.

Ner’Giza met his challenge with a lamenting tune in Mando’a. She mispronounced a few words, and the grammar was sometimes not correct, but the general message got across and he raised his mug in solemn salute before taking a mighty gulp from it. He was beginning to feel the effects of the liquor and beer, but it was only a slight tingling sensation for now. Others – mostly rebels – seemed sloshed or were quickly approaching that point, making this ordeal even funnier.

Dalyn quickly took the stage, the whistling tune of his bes’bev having complemented his opening song. At the mention of his name, Leandros raised his mug. The rebels here would know him by name and face, the heraldry of his clan emblazoned on his armor and the helmet resting on the table. Most Mandalorians would have preferred to keep their helmets on, knowing that it was an intimate thing to allow outsiders to see their face, but Leandros thought otherwise. Every non-Mandalorian in this room, regardless of alliance or acquaintanceship, was a potential enemy. Hiding behind a helmet kept one anonymous, mysterious, and nothing more than a Mandalorian. But to display oneself for all to see, to have their armor bright with heraldry and proclaim their devotion to the gods and their people, that gave them a sense of humanity. It would make the enemy think of him as more than a faceless killing machine. His principle was that what the enemy can see, he will soon learn to fear. When the time came for them to take up arms, the knowledge that their hunter was a thinking, feeling, emotional being would give them momentary pause. And that hesitation would be their doom.

But this was not the time nor place; Dalyn had begun a battle hymn with his flute and Leandros shouted, banging his mug on the table. He knew what was coming. This was a dangerous tune to play, and he relished it. ”HOW MANY OF THEM CAN WE MAKE DIE?!” he shouted in unison with the others, raising his mug in salute. His blood was boiling as the bard sang and he wanted nothing more than to punch something. It had that kind of effect on people.

”HOW MANY OF THEM CAN WE MAKE DIE?!” he yelled again, laughing raucously and slamming his mug on the table. He was grinning, a rare sight among those he was not intimately familiar, but this was their space. This was their celebration. Narir came over and clapped a hand on his shoulder and Leandros cheered, giving the man a raise of his mug before he took another great gulp. As he moved to pick up his second mug of beer, a serving droid brought him two more and set them on the table. Good gods, someone was trying to get him drunk. With a laugh, he threaded his fingers through the handles of the three mugs, holding them all up in the air – two in one hand and one in the other.

He scanned the room, finding that there were more non-Mandalorians arriving now. As he panned his gaze, he caught sight of Raz (@Sreeya) in the back with some Duros (@Minuteman75). He raised his many drinks towards her, nodding his head backwards for her to join them in the revelry, looking at the mugs as if he could not drink them all. He turned his attention back towards the rest of the bar, keeping his mugs raised as a lull between the music formed. ”FOR MANDALORE!” he shouted in toast to their home world, knowing his brothers and sisters would join him in it. ”WE LIIIVE AND DIIIIIEEE AS BROTHERS!” He threw back his head and took a swig of his beer.

 

[Koil Solus]

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May the gods have mercy on all their livers. It was just a few minutes into the party and everybody was already getting wild. Had Koil been to an event like this a year ago he would have felt awkward and stood in the background. His own warriors had come to partake in the festivities in well. The deadly dozen, as they were apparently being called thanks to Dax's wording, played just as hard as they worked and he knew they needed some time to cut loose.

As the Echani walked into the bar he half expected a chair to go flying out of one of the windows. The Al'Verde did not look forward to how the place would look the following morning. He entered just as Leandros (@Painus ) made his toast for Raz (@Sreeya ). As always he was loud and had people around him. Koil, practically the near opposite, did not even have a drink in his hand yet. With practiced ease he moved through the crowd and arrived at the bar. He saw Drace, Dax, so many familiar faces, and armors mixed in the strangers.

They all seemed to be having a good time and that made him happy. As he passed by the Rau clan member ( @Taz ) he made a smiling comment. "Hope you're relaxing. No gundarks here." He joked since the man had nearly gotten chewed up by one of the multi-armed beasts earlier. The man seemed to have healed up from those injuries. "I'll find you boys later but I've got to get a drink first." He said to both Dax and Drace (@vamp ).

He was wearing his full armor despite it being a social event. The man would have worn something more casual but it was still Nar Shaddaa and no matter how much time he spent on the planetoid he would not feel one hundred percent safe or comfortable. Raising a hand he had the server droid's attention after a short wait. He ordered a double of whiskey and ginger ale. Easy enough to drink and would still be a good start to getting a buzz going. Plus with the amount of patrons he did not want to order something complicated and have to wait a few minutes. Koil wanted a drink and he wanted it now. Anything too fancy would also probably get botched.

Koil was about to pay when the bartender told him that the red head next to him ( @Dread ) at the bar had already payed for it. He nodded to the bartender for a moment before raising his glass to the woman in thanks. "So what's your deal? Don't seem like a rebel. Friend of Burkhart?" He turned his head to look for the large canine Rally Master. He was probably facilitating some of the festivities. After not finding him right away he brought the straw up under his helmet's edge where it would slip into his mouth underneath without needing to remove his helmet.

 

[Eisa Swan]

Stepping up towards the entrance of the Club, a Cyan haired female paused slightly as she approached the threshold of the establishment. A wry smile crossing her features as the thunderous cheers and elated signing echoed out from within the confines of the building and into the surrounding street, she didn't need the ethereal powers or enhanced senses gifted to her by the Force to know exactly the reason for such jocularity and celebration taking place within. The Sith Empire had been dealt a hard punishing blow to their grasp upon the Galaxy, the efforts of the united Mandalorian Clans and the Galactic Alliance had served to drive the Empire out of Imperial Hutta. The offensive was however decidedly driven by the sheer ferociousness of the Mandalorians, earning them several clear decisive victories. Naturally they would be the ones would who would be celebrating a well earned victory the loudest.

A light chuckle escaped the figures lips at the thought, the last time she had witnessed the revelry of the Mandalorians was during the evening festivities of the Life Day celebrations on Kashyyk. Although she knew some of her fellow Rebels could drink and celebrate, the Mandalorians were on a whole different level. Slowly the figure, raised her hand to the back of her right ear. Fingers reaching out through the bright cyan locks of hair for the phantom sensation of a long tightly wound hair braid that, until recently hung behind her ear, a consequence of her recent completion of the knighthood trails.

As the young female steeped towards the door, she stopped dead in her tracks as one one of Rebel foot soldiers came barreling out of the club, hands over his mouth and staggered towards the side alley, before swiftly expelling the contents of his stomach. Cocking her head to the side, Eisa chuckled, it was certainly one of those type of celebrations. Shaking her head light a light grin, before she continued to enter the club.

Stepping into the club, the young Jedi paused in her steps, allowing her eyes to become accustomed to the dim lighting. The combination of alcohol, the low thrum of conversation and songs being bellowed out in mirth. Shaking her head for a moment and blinking rapidly as she adjusted to the change in her surroundings, before continuing towards the bar. Periodically nodding, waving and greeting the various faces she squeezed past, the words Su'cuy passing the female's lips as she cheerfully passed a group of Mandalorians.

Among the swirling throng of people, the cyan haired Jedi's emerald hued gaze fell upon an all to familiar towering shaggy haired visage. A broad grin crossing the young woman's features as she regarded the Wookiee, before she turned her attention towards the side, where her senses touched upon the presence of her mentor, Master Reach, both of which were greeted with a wave. With a swift series of ducking and weaving in throughout the pockets of crowds laughing and exchanging stories, the bright haired slight framed figure made her way over towards the bar. Carefully squeezing past a few revelers before leaning against the counter and waited to order herself a drink. Surprisingly enough, it seemed that she would catch the attention of those manning the bar sooner than expected, no doubt it was due to her brightly dyed Cyan hair. When asked what she was having, Eisa simply asked for a Photon Fizzle.

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

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Things were going well, people were having a good time and they were chanting already which was a sure sign of a good mandalorian time. The big names were already arriving. Some he had met personally some he had only heard about from their status and accomplishments. He had already had a few shots himself. While it was nice to be able to hold his liquor sometimes it could be annoying to get to the right buzz. Being two meters tall and being built like a shab ton of bricks was not always what it was cracked up to be. Out of habit he still helped facilitate the bartending but did so more for fun than any actual concern. Supplying people with libations was entertaining.

The Morling saw Leah (@Deviant ) arrive at the bar and had her get set up with shots instead of whatever she had been drinking before. A slight smile found its way to his lips as he saw her reaction. He corrected his droid to also make sure the hardy wookiee (@Malon ) would get served anything he wanted. Burkhart was a big fan of wookiees even before he helped on Kashyyyk and he knew how sturdy they were. Catching Crix (@Zay ) as he assisted with the movement of the drinks, the Kelborn Alor gave a nod with a smile in return. The man had been good help and the two of them were a lot alike. Both working for their own cause but also having their own endeavors on the side. He would make a mental note to set the man up with a bottle of cognac later or whatever he wanted from his own stash.

This was not only a mandalorian event after all. It was also on Nar Shaddaa but there were more than enough members of the Galactic Alliance here so he kept an eye out for anything that might not necessarily cater to the mandalorian norm. As a host he had to make sure that everybody was getting taken care of. Out of habit his canine eyes drifted towards the door and he saw a cyan haired youth enter (@Plebometer ) which made his brow furrow. She was on the young side and it would not do to serve her anything since the Galactic Alliance were probably not so relaxed about drinking. It would not do any good to have one of their 'child rebels' getting drunk and then the consequences falling down on the Mandalorians.

Following her movement through the crowd was not a difficult thing since he was so tall and could easily see over everybody. The girl was short but she was still able to pass the jostling mob of drunk and drinking patrons. The Morling waved off the server droid who was about to take care of her and would do it himself. "Ya wan a soda, or water lass?"

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[Drace Solus]

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"HOW MANY OF THEM CAN WE MAKE DIE?"

He roared along with the rest of the bar. Sometime earlier, Drace's arm had ended up around Dax's shoulder in a brotherly embrace, his other hand holding a mug filled to the brim with beer; they'd moved away from shots when the real party began, when Leandros climbed up on the table and began the round of drinking songs, which Drace sang along to. Beer spilled out of his mug as he rocked around, and surprisingly enough, Dinii seemed to enjoy the celebration as well. The badger was on the bar in front of him, yapping around and barking as people sang. The bartender looked nervous as hell when he was passing by, but that wasn't Drace's concern.

"There's no party like a Mandalorian party!" he said to Dax, then took a huge swig of the beer in his mug. It had been too long since a celebration—Drace had needed that.

Koil passed by then, and Drace nodded eagerly, even more beer bouncing out of the mug. "You'll always find a seat with us!" he said, boots stamping along to whatever song was playing now.

The Mandalorian released his grip of Dax and raised himself up on the bar. He was no lightweight; though drunk, he could still walk, and only swiveled a bit. The song changed, and he stomped his boot down on the bar three times to get everyone's attention. And then he began:

"Olaram onidir,
Oloram ramanaar,

Mhi b'verda Mandalore,
Mhi be a'den aru'e,
Mhi b'verda Mandalore,
Par cyare buir.

Mhi pirur Mandalore,
Gaa'taylir b'vode,
Mhi pirur Mandalore.
Par cyare buir.

Akaanir darjetii balyc,
Mhi be a'den aru'e,
Par cyare buir.

Mhi b'verda Mandalore,
Mhi be a'den aru'e,
Mhi b'verda Mandalore,
Par cyare buir."

Notably, they omitted the Jedi part, but hey—no one wanted to ruin a good party. So anytime the bridge came, the Mandalorians chuckled, and jumped straight to the line about Sith. When the song ended, Drace climbed back down, and finished his mug, already flagging the bartender over for another.

@Taz

OOC: Song

 

[Dax Rau (TL8)]

"How many of them can We Make Die?"

Dax was embraced shoulder to shoulder now with Drace. Screaming the song at the top of his lungs along with nearly every other Mandalorian in the bar. He couldn't remember when he embraced the Solus clan member or how many beers and shots he had. It didn't matter now. Victory, comradely and and embracing his fellow warriors was all he thought at the moment.

He took a swig from his mug then, lowering it from his face as he noticed Koil just then. "Hmm" he smiled, "I'd of had'er.." he slured to the Banner Man, Rally Master ?. "Kark it" he said with a shrug, and took another drink. By now Drace had broken the embrace and jumped a top the table, and stopped his feet.

Dax joined in drinking partner in song but only sang the chorus with him before drinking and finishing the mug. Slamming the mug a top the bar before waving over the server droid. "Another for me and my brother."

@Darasuum @vamp

 

[Eisa Swan]

Looking up as the barman droid was ushered away, the cyan haired female turned a slightly bemused gaze up towards the towering black furred Morling that had approached her. Soon asking if she wanted a water or a Soda, a light chuckle escaped the youth's lips seemed that no matter where she went, sector planet or even low level slum that was all that she would be offered as the beverages available to her. Looking up towards the Morling through her bright emerald hued eyes, a bright cheerful smile curled on the young Knights lips.

"Soda Please, Photon Fizzle if you've got it?" she requested before pursing her lips in thought, "If not, do you have any Cassius Tea? Been almost a decade since I was anywhere near the Mandalore systems" she added, inwardly grimacing at the words as they passed her lips. Thinking back it must of been in her pre teens that her father's freighter stopped off at Concordia to drop off mining equipment. Yet despite that now seeming like it was half her life ago, it still appeared that no matter where she went it was often assumed that she was under the legal age to consume alcohol. Whether that was down to her appearance and slight frame, or just that the planetary rules considered her a minor still.

Not that she would complain, having had a few sneaky beers with her ship mates during her early teens, long before her home and family were impounded by the Old Empire port officials and the later execution of those whom were closest to her. The only thing she could recall from having alcohol was the fact that it just made everything seem wobbly and blurry, not a good idea if at the time she was meant to be fixing a hyperdrive. Given her tendency to often be either repairing or in control of heavy machinery, Eisa figured it would be best to abstain and keep to her usual beverages, afterall the amount of sugar that went into the neon green Soda she often was seen with, more than guaranteed a buzz of some sorts.

 

[The Eternal (?)]

Valentine made his way to the establishment, recently receiving a message from Leah to join the party or she would do some unpleasant things to him. He had never seen the woman angry before but he didn't doubt the severity of her words and made his way to the celebration. Val at first didn't have any intention to join it, he wasn't part of the defence which he regretted that he wasn't a part of and helped. Instead, he had left and rescued Arda which thankfully was successful in both of them coming back alive and he was glad he could rescue her. Val still bore some injuries from the encounter with the Darth, a couple cuts along his face here and there and some underneath his clothing but otherwise, it wasn't anything too bad. It was time for a celebration and Val realized it was a good thing to just have a moment to enjoy yourself.

When he entered the party it was practically chaos, drunk Mando's singing and dancing as everyone was having a good time and getting plastered. Some of the Mandos wore armour and Val looked down at his simple attire, appearing more as a civilian with just a jacket and some pants. He didn't know any of the Mandalorians but they certainly provided some energy to the party as one banged his feet against the ground before striking up a new long. Val smirked as others joined in with him and he glanced around as it happened, spotting some familiar Rebel faces around before noticing Leah sitting at the counter. He could also sense Arda nearby somewhere but with the flux of people, he could barely see past most people despite his height. With her being the most familiar face in his direct view, Val slithered between the people, patting people on shoulders if they greeted him and such before eventually reaching Leah.

The Mandalorian was halfway through his song and Val offered a smile to the Jedi before sitting down in the chair next to her, "Not parking in the festivities? I thought you would have the voice for it." He gave her a subtle wink before glancing down at the assortment of glasses next to her, showing the damage she had done. Val could only chuckle softly, "Well, maybe I stand corrected Ambassador." It was referring back to when they worked out the deal with Mon Cala and both of them had to play the part even though clearly it wasn't his strong suit. The Bartender was beyond busy with how people he was trying to serve, by the time he handed out a glass it was already finished and demanding the next one. So when the man turned his back to help a customer, Val leaned slightly over the counter before using the force to make a simple bottle of whisky fly into his hand before placing it between him and Leah. He just shrugged his shoulders at her, "Might as well just skip the wait."

Val filled a glass with the amber liquid as he gazed out, finding Arda further down the counter as he reached out with the force so she knew he was there. When she turned her gaze to him, Val raised his glass slightly up and towards her before speaking through the force so only she could hear, Glad to see you could make it as well. Downing his drink quickly after that, he gave her a nod before filling his glass once more with the whisky and observing the party around him. Val eventually found Raz and Hugo in the corner, smoking Cigarra between themselves and he couldn't help but stare at them for a few moments. He recognized her immediately and since they were in public, she was Mandalore and he had to act accordingly. So Val just exhaled softly before taking another sip of his drink and returning his attention back to Leah, "So, have I missed anything besides singing yet?"

@Deviant @GABA

 

[Drace Solus]

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"Already slurring?" he asked tauntingly. "Well, I'm sure there's space for more alcohol until lights out."

He lifted the recently-brought mug and chugged it, not a single drop of beer spilling. It was impressive to watch, although Drace's intoxicated brain was currently focused on one thing: consume. It wasn't a party if he didn't wake up somewhere completely random tomorrow morning, so he'd need to work to reach his goal.

The party around them seemed to have settled down from the drinking songs, probably because everyone was so focused on getting drunk now. Leandros seemed to be doing well for himself, people sending round after round for him. Drace looked forward to the philosophical discussions that would ensue.

@Taz

 

[Daniel Solus (old)]

Daniel was pleasantly drunk. People were singing, Leandros was being loud and obnoxious with a couple people Daniel didn't recognize and Raz was seemingly handing out free drinks. Everything was as it should be...at least until a name carried over the noise of the crowd to Daniel's ears. Val (@Orbit). Why was that familiar? Something about Raz...then it clicked. Daniel nearly spit out his drink as realization came to him.

Raz's husband was here!

Daniel stood and, without really caring for who he shoved out of his way, plowed his way through the bar until he came to the man he was looking for. He arrived just in time to hear him ask his companion if he'd missed anything. Boy had he ever. Daniel wasn't concerned with social norms at the best of times...after a number of pints of ale he was even less so. He simply stood there for a second staring at the man--it was probably an awkward moment for Val and the lady sitting next to him--but then, Daniel broke into a broad smile and grabbed Val's hand. He pumped it enthusiastically in a handshake, not letting go and threatning to pull Val's arms out of their sockets.

"Oh. My. God!" He cried happily, still pumping Val's hand. "You must be Val! I'm Daniel! So good to meet you! This is fantastic! Have you met Bubbles yet?! Is there going to be an official ceremony on Mandalore?" He eyed Val expectantly. "I expect to be invited this time, and more than that I'm making your cake. Ok? Ok. Good. No questions! So good to have you here!"

He stepped back still smiling, happy for Raz and her brave union. It was truly a joyous occasion. Daniel couldn't contain himself and bent forward, wrapping the sitting Jedi in a bear hug before all but dancing off to find Raz. He was almost to her table when he spotted another...sort of familiar face. It was that girl, the one who had needed a hug on Corellia. She looked like she could use another so he went over and stopped in front of her. "Hi! You need another hug. I can tell." And promptly folded Arda (@GABA) into another bear hug.

He let her go and stood back grinning at her. "Good to see you here!" he turned away and went over to Raz, yelling. "RAZ LI--" He stopped himself, but it was too late.

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

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He watched the girl smile but Burkhart was not amused. Still she said she just wanted a soda which he was able to pull for her and give. "We could get soom tea. Brought some in just the other day." He stopped as he heard as the husband of Raz entered. At first he did not recognize him but just looked like a familiar face. Then he came closer to the bar and approached Leah and without asking took a bottle. "Oy! the first drink is free but that's more than one. Yer payin for the rest!" He growled a little afterward.

His words were interrupted though when Daniel came over in his usual level of enthusiasm. So the Morling walked down to Val, poured him one glass of the drink, a double but still only one glass and took the bottle back. If he wanted another drink he would have it accounted for. No cheap skates on his watch.

Afterwards he would pour himself a glass of the whiskey and drink it almost immediatly. Maybe he was a little harsh. It was a party. But he did not much care for force users. Still, he needed to lighten up. He poured himself another glass of the whiskey and then grabbed a keg he carried it over his left shoulder with ease and take it over to the rowdy bunch of Drace and Dax. "Who wants to be tha furst ta do a keg stand tanight!?"

 

[Daz Solus]

Daz was a few tables over from Val (@Orbit), watching with great interest the interaction between him and Daniel. Well really only Daniel did anything, Val just kinda sat there, go his hand shaken vigorously and hugged. Daz shook his head, Daniel was...well he was the Dopey Badger and it was nice to see some optimism. But Daz had a very different agenda for Raz's boyfriend. He left Daniel to his fate as he started to yell very dangerous things at his sister and crept up silently behind Val. The man was probably still reeling from his encounter with Daniel and Daz planned to use that to add to shock of what was to come.

With a swift motion, Daz--ignoring Burkhart completely, the big Mando would know what was happening--grabbed Valentine by the scruff of his neck and collar with his right hand, drawing a vibroknife with his left, and dragged him out of his chair and backward a few paces towards a wall. He threw him roughly against it, pinning the Jedi there with his elbow on his chest and knife under his throat. He leaned in towards Valentine's ear.

"Now," he said dangerously. "Valentine is it? I'm Daz. Good to meet you. Just two quick things and then we can go drink. First. I don't like Jedi and Sith. Your magics are twisted and self serving instruments of death...however, I'll tolerate your existence in my life because Raz likes you." It wasn't an empty threat. Val seemed like an intelligent enough man and he was probably starting to put together the pieces. "Second. If you hurt my sister, treat her badly or do anything else that I deem less than suitable...I'll cut off your testicles and use the sack as a wallet. Do we have an understanding?" He was dead serious.

Daz let the Jedi go and slipped the knife back into its sheath. He grinned wickedly at Val, clapped him on the shoulder, grabbed a drink off a tray a passing waitress was carrying, shoved it into his hands and pushed him back towards the table. "Welcome to the family."

@Orbit @Sreeya @Darasuum @Deviant

 

[Dalyn Solus]

Raising his drink solemnly at Drace's song, silently mouthing along to the words "for the love of my father," Dalyn cast his eyes about the room with a contemplative air about him. He knew that they needed another song, but which to choose... Tihaar in the Jar? Wild Rover? His musings were interrupted at the sight of a face(@Orbit) that had been beamed to the entire galaxy just a short time ago during the assault on Corellia, and Dalyn allowed a wickedly gleeful grin to twist his features. He knew just what song to sing.

'Hopefully Raz doesn't kill me for this... bah, in for a credit.'

Grabbing his worn fiddle from the pack he'd left sitting by the bar, the Mandalorian skald gave a few quick strokes along the strings with the bow before leaping back onto the bartop and calling for attention with a stamp of his foot and a quick squeal of the fiddle.

"By my count that's four songs and three've been sung by vode! Where's that rebel spirit I've heard so much about?! Have a few more drinks and listen well, because I expect to hear a few more of you after this to make up the difference. My next song is in honor of that secretive bunch in your Rebellion with the fancy dresses and shiny swords. Lift your mugs, ladies and gentlemen, as I spin you a tale of the Jedi as only a Mandalorian can tell."

Dalyn immediately launched into a fast-paced reel on his fiddle, stamping on the bar with one foot and twirling in place, the festive nature of the reel drawing more than a few listeners to dance and clap along with him. The music built, the Mandalorian beamed, and then with a deep breath he began to sing.

"In days of old when times were good,
before Sith rule had been secured,
an Order there was that stood mighty and tall,
a beacon of hope and justice for all.

Oh hey fiddle diddle, de diddle de-dock -
the Jedi of old were made of good stock!"

The reel picked up and Dalyn's dancing moved to match it, the stamping on the bar getting more forceful and his wheeling growing faster. Slipping on a spilled shot, Dalyn kicked his leg out to steady himself and accidently spilled a tall glass of fizzy beverage all over a woman with cyan-colored hair (@Plebometer). Mouthing a quick sorry, he spun away and continued to sing.

"Wielding blades of blue and green,
Their gaze was long and their minds were keen,
But a secret they held close to their chest,
the real true reason all Jetii were repressed!

Oh hey fiddle diddle, de diddle de-docks -
Those Jedi were hiding something deep in their frocks!"

A few faces in the crowd were beginning to light up with recognition, and Dalyn struggled to keep his composure as a few of his vode leaned over and gave the joke away to those who'd not heard him sing this particular song before. Leaping from the bar to a nearby table, he dipped an almost believable nod of apology toward Raz; a gesture completely ruined by the amusement dancing behind his eyes and the wide crooked grin on his lips.

"Oh once I knew a Jedi bloke,
he had dashing hair and strange magics envoked!
But truth be told, no legends spoke
of how little there was beneath his cloak!

Oh hey fiddle diddle, de diddle de dock -
here's a song about the Jedi with a pin for a cock!"

The Mandalorians in the room exploded with laughter, and Dalyn gleefully spun and jumped to the next table, aiming to stand over a group of Rebels that were trying desperately it seemed to keep their laughter contained. He crouched lower to them, the bow in his hands flying along thet strings, and sang almost directly to them.

"He raised his voice above the squall,
A tower of hope for one and all,
but alas it seemed he only pandered;
the tower waved and limped and proved substandard!

Oh hey fiddle diddle, de diddle de dock -
here's a song about the Jedi with a pin for a cock!"

The song continued for another few verses, growing increasingly more bawdy with every word, and by the end Dalyn was jigging in place back on the bar in front of the Jedi who'd caught his eye in the first place - an impossibly wide grin on his face as he ended the song.

"Oh hey fiddle diddle, de diddle de dock -
here's a song about the Jedi with a pin for a cock!"