Hutta Drink Up

[Leandros Solus]

Leandros had polished off his beer, setting the mugs down on the table in a row. While the festivities went on, he was challenged to drink with some poor, poor rebel boy. He had been pressured by his peers to approach the veteran Mandalorian and challenge him to drink, and that was a horrible, absolutely stupid mistake. While the rebel ran out of the building to retch, Leandros noticed others enter the establishment. He recognized Koil as one could, mostly because of his armor, but nodded a greeting to his clan mate. More rebels joined the fray, and even Dan seemingly popped into existence, shrieking over the din of the crowd and rushing over to greet…

Oh.

The Jedi (@Orbit) who revealed their whole little club was here. The same one allegedly betrothed to Raz. Leandros scowled, finally recognizing that there were Jedi in their midst. He picked up his helmet and placed it on his head, sealing it tight. By now, the effects of his… however many drinks he had consumed – he lost count after the fifth mug, or was it the sixth? – were making him even more emboldened, if it were possible. Maybe he was just feeling dangerous after the series of Mandalorian tunes that went without response, the warriors clearly having won his challenge to the rebels. Shame, but expected.

He made his way through the crowd to go tell Dan to not do anything dumb (and that there was no possible way Raz could be married to a whelp like that), but then Dalyn, that brilliant bard, burst out into a familiar tune. Oh-ho, this was going to be a good one. His foot rhythmically stomped against the floor as he played and began to sing, grinning wide beneath his helmet. When that part of the song was cried out, Leandros erupted in a fit of laughter, looking around at the non-Mandalorians who were utterly confused at the lyrics. The song went on for some time before Dalyn stopped in front of Val and concluded the song with as much panache as could be expected from the skald.

Leandros clapped thunderously, then turned his attention to the Jedi. ”Don’t humiliate the poor boy, Dalyn!” he shouted, walking over and placing his hands on his hips, ”He already has to live with not being man enough, there’s no need to tell everyone about it!” He laughed and other patrons joined in on the fun at the Jedi’s expense. ”I wonder,” he growled, looking directly at Val as the laughter died down, ”What’s the little Jedi whelp going to do? Witchcraft and trickery won’t get you far here.” He folded his arms across his chest, cocking his head to the side as he awaited what would happen. Their singing had his blood boiling and he was yearning for conflict, but was the Jedi man enough to step up to the plate?

 

[Brianna Saxon]

Brianna was well into her fifth drink when the song of a jedi with a performance issue reached her ears. At first she thought she was just hearing things, but no, it was actually happening, as a man jumped about on the bar playing a fiddle. It felt almost surreal, but unless her drink was laced with something, than this was actually happening. She heard a round of laughter swell up. It seemed the time to jeer the Galatic Alliance members had come; or at least the jedi members of it. As the performance died down, and a fit of laughter or utter confusion fell upon the audience, Brianna decided that she wanted to join in as well. Finishing off her fifth drink of the knight, sliding her helmet back on, and still clad in her armor, the Mandalorian staggered to the apparent Jedi being hazed. It probably wasn't the best idea, but what the hell today was a day to have some fething fun. She wasn't going to let some jedi feelings get in the way of it. She pat the poor man on the shoulder and spoke in an exaggerated tone: "Are you the man with a pin for a cock?"

 

[Hugo Ion]

Hugo toasted his glass with Raz’s and took a good swig. With a satisfied sigh the Durosian subsequently placed the cup down and heard the Mandalore ask about how much they lost in the Sith retaliatory strikes. For a brief moment Commander Ion felt weary once but not like the past few rotations. ”Well it could’ve been worse. Thanks to your warriors we evacuated a lot faster and hurt the Sith bastards on the way out.”

That last part filled Ion with relief. They may take some losses but also dish more right back to their enemies. For the most poart it was not a repeat of Dantooine. Sure they still had to abandon a number of bases but gain new territory in exchange. When Raz referenced about the burdens of leadership the red alien simply nodded fully understanding what she meant.

“I could tell ya it gets easier but that would be a lie.” Hugo quietly confessed before adding. ”Just remember you have your people. They will help to carry the weight and as my comrades do with me.”

With quiet amusement Hugo watched some other Mandalorian steal the warlord’s mug. Family he would guess. Then Raz offered a cigarette pack to him. “Don’t mind if I do.” The veteran rebel took one cigarette and light it quickly with one of his matches he kept for such an occasion.

It wasn’t long before he was blowing smoke rings to the side and watched the latest antics of the party and fresh songs to rile everyone up. Talk about cutting loose. Ion thought to himself before watching the newly arrived Val be confronted with a bawdily song and Leandros. Having been to his share of bar events he can think several outcomes to this scene.

Looking around the room, the Commander spotted one of his rebels with a violin nearby and an idea came to him. Silently excusing himself to Raz, he stood up and called out to Dalyn(@Rom). “You want music well here some for ya Warrior. I got one.” Then the Duros began belling out a song that had been recently composed for the Alliance.

“Rise up, you children of our galaxy.
Your day of glory has arrived.
See the bloody flag of oppression.
Raised against us, tyranny's near.
O can you hear how in the fields the Dread clamor of soldiers alarms?
They're coming straight into your arms.
Sworn to kill your lovers, friends and children!”

Soon enough other rebels inspired by their commander began beating at the tables and took over the rest of the song in an unofficial choir at the refrain.

“To arms, you patriot hearts!
Arise, battalions form.
March on, march on!
Let blood so vile be spilled.
Till victory's won!”

Upon the last note many a freedom fighter roared in their cheers and one green Twi’ek was heard saying.

“Long Live Freedom!”

 

[Nikka Toren]

Ohhh, she loved a good right and rowdy party.

Especially if there were familiar presences in the mix. She needed a good drink after everything. She ached down to her bones, her pilot's suit stained and torn in places, and the synthleather duster having definitely seen better days. And with all the bodies around, it was not hard to navigate where one could even get her hands on such a tasty assortment.

She was just small enough to duck past most drunken Mandos; one of which was bold enough to sing... what was it? When she heard the last line, she could barely restrain the near-roar of laughter from her lips, so suddenly it had taken her off guard. There was a whispering memory of the last wild bar she had chanced upon, but this was bettered by hearing Hugo Ion's voice rise above the din. Though most would simply see a blind woman strangely making her graceful way to the bar, she could See so many... and sensed one presence that caused her typically reserved expression break into the widest grin.

At Ion's final chorus, she raised her fist in the air, her voice lustily joining the rest in a not-yet-drunk alto a beat too late, "Long Live Freedom!"

That was when she lightly tapped Nera on the shoulder with one gloved hand, her voice a mischievous chuckle.

"Well, glad we're two of a kind, lovely. Now, I believe the last I saw you, you were off fighting for glory. Care to split a bottle of whiskey and catch up?"

She was smirking now; it had been a proper age and a half since she had seen any of them. Ner'Giza, Daniel. Hugo Ion, Greybok, even Jedi Masters Reach and Rayth. And if the feeling was not mistaken... one assumed to be lost was found in their midst. She didn't know why, but the ache in her chest suddenly eased, and she chuckled again. Oh yes... she needed a break, and this was the place. Now all that was left to happen was a proper cantina blitz, and it would be almost exactly like Madam Coi's. @Kayenta Moenkopi

 

[Varus Wren]

Varus was late, but that was because the didn't want to particularly be there. He hated Nar Shaddaa but had been told to come to the planet after they had finished evacuating Al'doleem. Mandalorians had seized a large amount of control in the area, and while the clans were still more united than ever, the elders of their clan wanted their own people to be on the ground as well.

He entered the establishment, and scanned the room. He still wore his full armor, emblazoned with the Starbird symbol of his clan.

Their people who he knows knew belonged to a rebel group that opposed the Empire, which means there were likely Jedi there as well. He hated that they were helping the Jedi. They were just as bad as the Sith in his opinion. That Galaxy would be better if they were all taken out, but for know he would tolerate the help fighting the Sith.

He walked to the bar. If he had to be on this planet at least he was here with his people...drinking. There were far worse fates in the Galaxy.

 

[Alysanne Drast]

Alys had been keeping to herself, still a little unsure about how she felt about all the recent happenings, sipping away slowly at the drink she had picked up on her way in. But then Valentine had showed up and things had started getting...weird. She wasn't sure if it was some sort of hazing ritual, or simply an instinctual reactions from the Mandalorians to whatever news had been going around about Valentine and their Mand'alor, but they seemed to be ganging up on him. Which, despite her irritations with the actions of Valentine and Council as a whole of late, had struck a nerve with her.

She was many things, but disloyal was not one of them, and she stood up for those she cared about. Even if it was against harmless ribbing from an obviously drunk group of allies. And so as she saw Commander Ion stand up and speak, she stood up as well and began stepping out of the shadows, making towards Valentine and the singer who had set things into motion.

Taking her opportunity in a few moments of comparative silence following Ion's song, she began singing as well, picking up a tune she had heard on one of her misadventures with Grey that Aurora always disapproved of.

"He wore a bucket on his head,
They say he wasn't great in bed!"

Her voice now loud enough to be heard by those around her, she caught the singer's eye and smirked, despite her joining in to show solidarity with Val, she was surprised to realize that she was rather liking this impromptu foray into the world of music and entertainment.

"He blew so hard, he sang so loud,
of the pin he envied without a doubt!"

She raised her mug in salute to the singer as she ended the last line, before lowering her hand and downing the remains of the mug. She needed more alcohol if she was to do more of that.

@Orbit @Rom

 

[Ner Giza]

The Twi’lek was having the time of her life and had long since run out of Izzy-mold. Seemed her tab with the bartender had run its course or something. Snagging a mug of some sort of beer from a service droid she laughed and tried to sing along with some of the catchier tunes. While the fiddler (@Rom) at last took to the stage once more, that being the entire bar for the man refused to stay still, she began laughing so hard she nearly spilled over half her drink. Oh but she was getting an education in folk songs tonight and she couldn’t wait to sing this latest one to Aurel. He would straight up die, she just knew he would!

Then Commander Ion (@Minuteman75) stood up and began to sing and she easily fell in with the tune. Tonight was sizing up to be an absolute blow out, It was just what she needed, what they all needed.

That was when she felt the tap at her shoulder and her heart leapt into her throat for a second she thought…

Spinning round she saw it was Nikka and not her brother but her delight was not diminished, if anything her grin widened to expose her even white teeth. Her arms went round Nikka and hugged her a bit while almost jumping up and down. ”Nikka!”, she said rather loudly being a clever girl. Then she laughed and stopped her gyrations, her face swiftly changing to an expression of having had the absolute best idea in the world! She grabbed her hand and said, ”Come on! We’ve got to get you a drink right now!”, and with that she went tearing across the crowded bar knowing that her new face was going to be good for a few more free drinks.

Nera was actually very happy to see the woman again, that being more than just another face that returned from battle but someone for whom she had genuine affection. They were going to have a ton of catching up to do. That was when she ran smack dab into the chest of an armored Mandalorian. She looked up to his towering frame and grinned. ”Oh my, aren’t you a big guy. I bet you killed lots of Sith.”, she would laugh again and attempt to roll away with Nikka and get those drinks. As she stood there she heard Aly? (@Wit) yes, it sure was, she’d recognize that voice anywhere, and she laughed right up at the man with the bucket on his head. She couldn’t help it.

@Killa Ree @Raydo

 

[The Eternal (?)]

Valentine was just sitting in his chair and speaking to Leah when a Mandalorian approached him and just stood in front of him randomly. Putting his drink down and bringing his gaze over, the man just seemed to stare at him in wonder and Val slowly arched his eyebrow before speaking, "...Hello?" That's when the Mandalorian seemed to fanboy out, clearly knowing Val and then asking him a series of questions that the Jedi had no time to answer before the next one came. He had no idea what the hell Daniel was talking about and the man went in for a hug but Val simply put a hand on his shoulder and stopped him where he was. "It's good to meet you too but I need to know you better before I do hugs, Daniel." He just patted him on the shoulder awkwardly but that's when Val saw someone coming from the corner of his eye. He was facing towards the party the entire time so his approach was obvious and his intentions were speaking loud and clear on what he wanted to do, Val's gaze snapping towards the man.

With his hand on Daniel's shoulder, he pushed him back harshly and making him stumble back a few feet to create space. Before Daz could react Val tilted his body in his seat, dodging his attempt to grab his collar and shooting his hand out to catch the man's wrist before pulling him harshly forward into the counter. His stomach would slam into it and at the same time Val's other hand would grab the back of the man's head and slam his face into the counter with enough force to shatter his nose if he didn't angle it away in time. The Jedi kept the man's face pressed into the counter harshly with a bunch of spilt alcohol on it, not allowing him to turn to look at Val if he wanted to. He then kicked his leg right in the back of the Daz's closest knee after that, forcing that leg to the ground before Val slammed his foot on his calf so he couldn't move his leg as well and limit his mobility. With his remaining free hand, he grabbed onto the wrist of the hand with the blade and keeping it firmly against the counter. If Daz tried to lift his head, Val would just help him up before slamming it on the counter once more, "Right now, I'm very tired of dealing with bullshit and you're here trying to put a heap of it at my feet." This happened before Daz spoke and revealed who he was but Val didn't really care what he had to say, he had just come back from rescuing Arda and didn't feel like dealing with this. "So, let's make this clear. I don't give a shit who you are, what you're aspirations are or why you don't like me. I came here to have a good time and relax. I suggest you do the same. So now," Val lifted his foot off the man's leg before using the force to a summon a chair behind him.

He threw Daz backwards into the chair as Val turned to look at him before lifting his hand, "Sit down, behave," The chair would suddenly spin around from the force and toward a nearby table full of Mandalorians and slide toward it with a screech, tucking him into the table like he was a child. "And enjoy the festivities." Val then reached for his glass once more, drowning it in one swig before slamming the glass down on the counter. He could already tell it was going to be a long night and he wasn't disappointed, now hearing a new song being sung loudly and played with fervour. Val slowly turned around to face the new Mandalorian who was singing about him, already guessing it with the previous encounter that just happened. As he went through the song, Val just kept his gaze on the man and when he offered a giant grin to the Jedi, he couldn't help but offer one back. When he played the fiddle and drew the bow back across the instrument, the Solus was still singing and Val used the force to shoot the bow into the man's open mouth and cutting off the end of his song off. The Jedi would make it go all the way back and make the man deep throat the instrument, enough to trigger his gag reflex and gurgle, letting him get a first-hand experience of sucking his cock. Val offered the singer another giant smile after that as he lifted his bottle of whisky in the air towards him, "Don't enjoy choking on that pin too much buddy." The Jedi took another swig of the whisky before placing it down on the counter. He was now expecting another to join in and once again he wasn't disappointed.

Another Mandalorian approached him and Val just slowly turned his gaze to the newcomer, now having his back against the counter with his elbows resting on the edge. He slowly studied the man and looked him up and down as he spoke before Val just shrugged his shoulders at him and tilted his head at him just as the Mandalorian was doing, "And what's the cocky little Mandalorian going to do? I assume dick swinging and grandstanding doesn't get you that far here either." His steely gaze met the little one's head on, clearly unafraid as he held it before another one came up to him. She patted his shoulder and Val looked over to her with an arched brow as he stared at her for a moment after her question, "I'm going to suggest you back the kriff up." He offered the random and unknown woman a smile, keeping it simple and just offering her some good advice at the moment. Val shrugged his shoulder so her hand would fall off of it before returning his gaze to Leandros, staring him down and waiting to see if he was just all talk. But before anything could happen, Hugo randomly broke into a song and others joined and cheered, drowning out the rest of the noise. Val just offered Leandros a wink then before slipping back into his chair slowly and reaching for his bottle of whisky before spinning back around in his chair towards the counter and taking a sip. The force was subtly building around him, already expecting what the outcome would be but still optimistic. This was everybody's one chance to back up from the Jedi before all hell broke loose at this party.

@Lucid @Painus @Algarus @Rom

 

[Dalyn Solus]

Dalyn felt his eyes go wide as some foreign power enveloped his arm, the bow of the fiddle turning sharply in his hand and rushing down the fingerboard toward his open mouth. He had only a second to think "damn space witches," before the bow was in his mouth and racing to the back of his throat. Rocking his head back, the Mandalorian bit down hard on the length of the wood and pulled back on his arm, freezing the bow before it could go back far enough to damage the soft palate. Pausing a moment, eyes bulging out comedically, Dalyn waited until the forceful pushing on the end of his hand faded and then after a moment removed the bow with a grin, a small amount of blood coating his teeth from where the bowstrings had cut along his lips and the inside of his mouth.

Sitting down on the bar, legs swinging freely in between the seats, Dalyn handed the fiddle and bow back over behind the bar and then reached over pat the Jedi on the shoulder as he was addressing Leandros with one hand while grabbing the bottle of whisky with the other. Lifting his voice to carry, Dalyn squeezed slightly and let go, leaning back with one hand firmly grasping onto the edge of the bar to wait for the Jedi (@Orbit) to grace him with his attentions.

"Mate, if you're trying to choke me you're gonna need something a bit more girthy than that. I'd suggest your Lightsaber, but you've already shown the Galaxy that you're a bit quick on the draw with that one."

Laughing, Dalyn took a long pull from the Whiskey and then swallowed, the blood adding a curious tang to the burn of the amber colored liquid.

"Also, if'n you're ever wanting to settle things without your witchy magic I'd be happy to oblige you. You've got the spirit, I can see why Raz likes you... even if you've got a wee pecker."

 

[Koil Solus]

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Koil turned away from the red haired woman since she did not seem to have heard him. He could not blame her, he was a man of few words and when he did speak he rarely raised his voice. The chants made by the flute weilding Dalyn were fun but were probably best saved for a mandalorian bar. Far from classy there was plenty of beligerance going on but all of it amusing in its own reason. Looking up at the bar he wondered what his next drink was going to be. A straw always made the drinks go down faster but no sooner had he finished his second beverage that he saw in the reflection Raz's lover. He watched him enter and move through the crowd but Koil did not turn to look at him. Instead his eyes dropped down to his glass. He heard Burkhart make a comment and take the bottle of whiskey that the man had thought he could liberate from the back bar shelves without being noticed. The Morling spoke to him and then proceeded to take the bottle back but Koil grabbed the large mandalorian's arm knowing it would not stop him but at least get his attention. He produced some credits and the canine mandalorian released the bottle to go deliver a keg to Koil's clan mates.

Turning to go make his introductions to the force user he stood from his seat in time to see Daz get his ass handed to him and in spectacular fashion. Dan was fine though. Koil cared more about Daniel being ok than Raz's brother. He did not have a lot of interactions with the man but he knew he was certainly related to Raz if that meant anything. Valentine's form was respectable, brutal and it got it done. He turned to look just in time to see Dalyn have a very intimate experience with his instrument. The Echani stood at the bar, one hand wrapped around the neck of the bottle and the other in a fist not sure what to expect would come next.

Then Koil started laughing. Not just a chuckle or a giggle but full blown laughter. He actually bent over slightly at how hard he was laughing. He had not much cared for the song the man had been singing but the spectacle was far better than any song he had sung thus far. The armored mandalorian would have to actually wipe tears away if he kept laughing this hard. His head arched back as he howled. Valentine did not look as entertained but Koil understood how the man probably felt and he would have done the same thing, minus the space magick bit.

Walking over to the man where he ended up after his chat with the others. He tilted back his own helmet just enough so the bottle could reach his lips which were still smiling and trying to stifle the laughs long enough to get a generous swig of the alcohol before returning his helmet back to its normal place on his head. Only his pale chin and mouth were open to the dim lighting of the bar for a moment. The Echani had paid for it so the jedi did not need to cheat his way out of getting drunk and Burkhart would not feel annoyed at not getting paid or whatever bar principles he had. He set the bottle down on the counter for Valintine to take which he did so almost immediately.

"Sit down Dalyn." The Al'Verde said to the man. He needed to take a beat and not one that had any rythem to it. The man's mouth was big and Koil had about a dozen ways of saying so and half of them just added on to the nuances that the jedi had inferred moments ago.

 

[Arda Breaux]

The golden amber of her ale was just as appetizing as the taste as the padawan took a sip of her drink, enjoying an almost forgotten taste of wheat and citrus. It probably was the best thing she has had in weeks, though it was probably the last thing the nurses wanted her to have, the seemed to really emphasize a nutritional diet that she seemed to have lacked while in captivity. Arda ignored the people around her as she savoured the moment, feelings of warmth returned, the light burned within her and she felt a tug in the Force, directing her attention to down along the bar to see Valentine (@Orbit) raise his glass to her, he was glad to see her present. The Jedi smiled, lifting her glass in a toast before taking another drink and turning to face everyone.

She then nearly choked on her drink as a Mandalorian appeared rather suddenly before her, the music changing in the bar, as swore someone was singing about a Jedi's penis. However, as the Mando told her she needed another hug, she placed her finger where she had known him from. He embraced her tightly and the padawan tensed, feeling the pain shoot from her wound, her beer spilling slightly from her glass and disappointingly landing on her boot. Arda tried to find the right words as the Mandalorian released her but he seemed to have the attention span of a Loth-squirrel, calling out for Raz. Arda's eyes light up as she chased after Dan (@Lucid) as she wanted to meet the infamous Mand'alor, but paused as she heard the squabble between Val and another Mandalorian.

Didn't they know, he just went to Korriban to bring her home? Arda felt a little irritated and turned to the Mandalorian (@Rom)

"I'll fight you, and show its the both of you with the wee peckers." she quickly spat rather impulsively.

 

[Daz Solus]

And just like that Daz was face down on the table, the Jedi's hand pressing his face into the rough surface. He'd even dropped him next to some friends, how kind. Daniel, as usual, despite the rumors that he could be quite scary on the battlefield, stood there and let himself get jostled about. Idiot. That said, Daz was actually quite impressed. He should have known that anybody his sister was attracted too would have a good right hook and be fast as hell. He vaguely noticed that the lady with the exotic hair seemed to have been soaked by a drink. How sad.

The moment the hand released from his head, Daz sat up grinning. "Oi! Raz! RAZ!" he yelled across the bar. "This one shows promise!" But, quick though he may be to get the drop on a bunch of drunk Mandalorians, his initiation wasn't complete yet. People were spoiling for a good old fashioned brawl and who was Daz to deny his people what they wanted. The Wookiee (@Malon) over there seemed like he was on edge too...it wouldn't take much. Certainly not after Dalyn's vaguely erotic comments.

Daz lifted himself smoothly from the chair, catching the underside of his table with his hands as he did so. With one push of his legs and one heave of his arms he sent the thing flipping forward. It was a sign that everyone would recognize as drinks and food went everywhere...a fork whizzed past @Burkhart's head and the pretty Jedi lady (@Deviant) was facing a cascading pile of fried corn chips with a ramekin full of salsa to boot.

Daz cackled as he spun himself out of the way and back into the crowd.

@Orbit @Darasuum @Sreeya @Rom @Painus @GABA @Malon @Deviant etc...

 

[Devrim Wolfe]

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The last time Devrim had been to a party like this was at the Anoat Sector. The only difference here was this was far more rowdy and raucous than the last event that included the Galactic Alliance. However, if there was another group that could party just as well, if not harder than the Rebels, it was the Mandalorians. Only just arriving to the "festivities" now, what met Devrim's eyes and ears was the sound of boisterous singing and various objects being tossed around the room. One glance confirmed the man's suspicions — Greybok was, indeed, here and had drunk far more than was likely safe for the other occupants of the room. Thankfully, Twobee was also here to warn everyone who dared come close or deny the Wookiee another drink. Devrim could do nothing else but smile and shake his head.

Stepping into the crowd, the man began making his way toward the bar. Dressed in a dashing cream suit for a change, Devrim had accented his uncharacteristically light outfit with a black, opulent bow tie. With a white rose boutonnière pinned to the left of his jacket, the Rebel Commander was dressed to the nines. Flashing those who happened to recognize him in the crowd a winning smile, Devrim finally arrived at the bar and seated himself onto a swiveling chair. It just so happened he found himself next to Leah Reach (@Deviant) and Crix (@Zay). After giving them a nod in greeting, he put in an order for a Cortyg Brandy — watered down, of course. Greybok in the crowd was likely inhaling the real thing that would give alcohol poisoning to anyone else other than perhaps Burkhart. To his surprise, said drink was already paid by another party goer, Cait Aislinn. Devrim decided he'd have to go thank her later if he had the chance — for now, he raised his glass in her direction, if she happened to look his way. (@Dread)

Peering at the substantial pile of empty glasses on the bartop in front of Leah, Devrim raised his eyes and turned to the Jedi Master. "By the Force, Leah — are you drunk?" Looking further past her at Crix, he raised his glass toward the fancy-looking scoundrel. "Looks like you can clean up after all," he verbally jabbed, his voice dripping with humour. It seemed the alcohol and relaxed aura in the club was loosening up Devrim already — usually, jokes like these would never be heard coming from his lips. While he may be a well-known Commander every other day, today he was a friend and a comrade.

As for the commotion that had begun to occur around Master Valentine, Devrim decided to stay away from the hostilities for now. Tensions were high between the Mandalorians and the Jedi — and while Devrim himself carried his lightsaber hidden under his jacket, he had little intention to make that known right now. Sipping his drink as he observed with interest, the well-dressed Jedi also noticed that Commander Ion himself was here. Of course, he thought to himself. Hugo knew when to push his people hard to get things done, but freely indulged in the celebrations with his troops. That was certainly an admirable quality in a leader, one that made Devrim respect the Duros even more.

But by the Force, a table had been flipped before his eyes. Devrim happened to also be in the line of fire of the fried corn chips and the ramekin of salsa. Acting with superhuman speed, he managed to reach out and halt the trajectory of the chips — but not the salsa. The extra chunky (zesty heat!) salsa flipped, plastering the left of Devrim's pristine cream jacket with red, and very likely Leah as well. For a moment, as the ramekin clattered to the floor, he was silent with shock. Then he burst out laughing, setting down the chips and tossing a few into his mouth. What a night it was going to be.

 

[Greybok]

Greybok loomed like a big hairy shadow behind Dalyn. No one seemed to have noticed the Wookiee move despite his gargantuan size, what with all the commotion about, but the big shaggy general was thoroughly drunk, ready to fight, and this Mandalorian picking on Val was the perfect opportunity to let off some steam. The Wookiee's natural musk must have been covered by the strong scent of Dayln's whiskey, because even he didn't seem to notice the Wookiee behind him... not until Greybok roared something slurred and unintelligible in Shyriiwook.

But, by then, it was much too late. The Wookiee put both of his hands under the seat of the barstool Dalyn was sitting on and flipped it, an action that, combined with the Wookiee's considerable strength, was intended to send the Mandalorian flying across the bar. Greybok roared again, shaking his head viciously—a common Wookiee gesture before a fight—which shook the alcohol from his braided beard, and beat his fists against his chest... and then the bar fight was on.

Somewhere from the sidelines, Twobee, who was watching all of this, was suddenly beside herself. She should have been used to this behavior from Greybok by now, but, alas, she wasn't. Not that any of her loud protests made it through to her Wookiee master over the sounds of the fight erupting around them. "Greybok, you big dumb oaf! Those are our allies! You can't just— Put that chair down! Put it down now! No, don't THROW IT! Have you no sense at all?!"

He didn't. His sense had been thoroughly obliterated by the alcohol. Thank the Maker for that. @Sreeya @Orbit @Rom

 

[Raz Solus]

Before she knew what was happening, multiple drinks arrived at her table. Raz grinned, putting the cigarra out and helping herself. She took two mugs and clinked them together, drinking deeply. She barely began to put them down when Crix swept in with another drink. Raz grinned at him, “Ayyy my good luck charm!” She raised her drink to him, “Though I’m still Mand’alor and not ruler of the galaxy just yet,” Raz grinned at him, something he could see from the little opening in her helmet. He was off to get himself a drink, leaving her to converse with Hugo once again.

After a moment, she saw several more people come in. From her vantage point, she could see a few she recognized. There was one particular that caught her attention immediately - Val. She had half hoped he wouldn’t come here because she knew how her brethren felt about all that media coverage. Raz froze for a moment, quietly sipping from her drink. She caught him looking around elsewhere before briefly looking in her direction. Raz had to force herself to look away, chugging from her drink as if she hadn’t noticed him come in.

She turned her attention back to Hugo, preparing to say something else. However, that was when all hell broke loose. It began with Dan approaching Val and getting far too close for comfort. Directly after that she saw her own brother storm towards him, followed by Leandros doing the very same. Raz groaned to herself, knowing she would have to interject somehow. Dan caught her attention first, turning around and beginning to shout out her name. The moment he continued, she realized he intended to, for whatever reason, blurt out her whole name.

Without thinking, Raz pulled back her arm and hurled an empty bottle end over end directly across towards him. Before he could belt out her middle name, the bottle conked him square in the forehead with enough force to knock him out at once. Raz jumped to her feet, hearing the song that Dalyn burst into, knowing that things could only go south from here. She knew for a fact that the Jedi had a more than satisfactory pecker, but she wasn’t about to blurt that out. Being Mand’alor had its downsides here and there.

Before she could move to act, she was amazed yet again. Instead of taking it, Val retaliated - and quite skillfully at that. Raz simply stood in awe, watching the way her brother’s face was bashed in and Dalyn was left choking on his own instrument. She bit her lip and tried to hold it back, but she couldn’t anymore. She burst out laughing, never having seen anyone put her brother in place like that. Of course, it had to be Val to do it. It was almost poetic.

Raz heard her brother call out to her, followed by immediately starting a brawl. She knew this would turn into a shitshow, and she drained her mug and smashed it to the ground, “OYA!” She cried out to voice her support for a full blown bar fight. Raz popped her visor back on, once again fully helmeted and armored. She stormed into the crowd, slamming her head into the head of any Mandalorian in her path that had a helmet on.

On her path, she grabbed a few mugs and bottles, chucking them in different directions. Rebels, Mandos, random hookers, they were all fair game. She did this till she made her way towards the bar, spotting Koil. Raz didn’t hesitate, closing the distance between them and giving him a full on headbutt directly to the face. It was obvious she was in a fantastic mood and pumped up on adrenaline.

She looked over to the side, raising a mug to smash it on another Mandalorian’s helmeted head when she spotted Val again. Raz paused there, hesitating for just a moment. She froze up for just that instance, her heart rapidly pounding. However, she made a quick recovery, throwing an arm around his shoulders and spinning him back around to face the rest of the Mandalorians, “I don’t know about his pecker, but this kriffing witch has got bigger balls than Wookiees for taking you all on! And that’s no thanks to his little fairy bitch friends!” She shouted out, taking a nice little jab at Greybok and the Jedi present, “Let’s keep his thirst quenched and his pockets filled!” Raz slapped down a fat stack of credits, snapping her fingers for a large amount of drinks to be slid towards Val.

@Zay @Painus @Lucid @Rom @Orbit @Darasuum @Malon

 

[Daniel Solus (old)]

Daniel was absently playing with a flashbang grenade, tossing it up and down like a tennis ball in his hand as he yelled Raz's name. It did not go as planned, he had forgotten she was touchy about the whole middle name thing. He only caught a flash of her arm raising and the glint of light on glass before the bottle careened neatly into his temple. It shattered into a million pieces, glass flying everywhere but thankfully, Daniel's famously thick head wasn't cut...much.

A little bleeding here, a little bruise there. It wasn't that bad. However it did have the unfortunate consequence of knocking him out at an inopportune time. The grenade landed poorly, the trigger catching on his gauntlet and pulling out as he went down. He had no notion of what was about to happen, of course, he was soundly out before he hit the ground.

The grenade, however, hit the ground and rolled across the floor. Thankfully it seemed to be rolling to the far side of the building where there were fewer people. Perhaps some distraught hookers...the one dancing salaciously on a table near where it was headed especially would get caught full force but for the most part, it went in the opposite direction of the main body of people. A blinding distraction that would serve only to heighten the fever pitch of the brawl escalating within the bar.

It detonated against the wall with a blinding flash and deafening bang as Daniel dreamed the dreams of a Dopey Badger on the ground. Feet stampeded around him. All it would take would be one large foot...

@Sreeya @Malon @Zay @Painus @Darasuum @Orbit @Dread @GABA

 

[Lilith (8th TL)]

A mandalorian man sat near Cait, turning towards her while asking a question. But before she could even answer, he walked off. Maybe he was already blackout drunk or something, which would make sense considering this was a party and people pregamed all the time.

And then it happened. Something or someone—a chair maybe—flew through the air and all hell broke lose. Cait was expecting a fight or two, not the whole place to go bananas. Though, if she was being honest with herself, this was better. It got even better when she turned to see the blackout drunk being headbutted by the Mand'alor herself. Cait clapped her hands, giggling like a mad woman. It felt good seeing that. Blackout drunk or not, that guy was a weirdo.

Then suddenly a glass smashed into the counter in front of her, which caused her to squeal as the beer flew all over her brand new dress. "Well..." she mumbled. Now that her outfit was already ruined she grabbed her glass of whisky and tossed it into the crowd to go where it pleased. Unfortunately, the glass went straight towards a wookiee (@Malon). And unless he dodged, it'd hit him square in the head.

Out of everyone here... it had to fall on a wookiee?! Cait's face went beat red and her eyes widened bigger than they've ever been before. Coughing, she turned somewhat and pointed at the weird blackout drunk dude (@Darasuum) in case the wookiee decided to turn the way the drink came from. "Did you see that guy throw a glass at the wookie?!" she yelled out, fake laughing.

 

[Leah Reach]

Leah ran her fingers through her hair subconsciously and answered Crix (@Zay) with a smile. “What do you mean finally? My hair is always down. When I’m not doing rebel things.” She paused a moment to think. “Alright, maybe it has been a while.” A small laugh escaped her lips before she drowned it out with the shot Crix presented her. Thankful and momentarily content, she set the empty glass back onto the counter. Before she could continue the conversation, she noticed a flash of teal out of the corner of her eye, beyond the smuggler’s shoulder. Leah locked eyes with her apprentice, Eisa. She waved back, sharing the smile, until she was pulled to another newcomer.

Valentine (@Orbit) was a good friend of hers. Despite their disagreements, even after she thrashed him during his tribunal, Leah came to understand his actions on Corellia, and therefore was quick to forgive. The fact he singlehandedly rescued Arda Breaux, whereas Aurora could not, was more than enough for the Jedi. Whatever he did was now water under the bridge. That much was apparent once Leah lit up at his appearance, a wider smile settled on her flushed face, and gave the other Jedi a joking slap on the shoulder. “Oh, shut up Valentine.” Another chuckle as she leaned back, elbow against the counter, chin in the palm of her hand. As he pulled a bottle of whiskey to him, she rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe you sometimes.”

“And no, you haven’t missed much, but I imagine this party is just getting started.” On cue, Leah tried to mimic the other man’s earlier move. With outstretched fingers, she pulled a faraway bottle of wine over to her. The drink inched forward before falling from the shelf and shattering into the floor. Thanks to her growing intoxication, her connection with the Force was more like a blur than a bond. “Whoops.” She whispered. Not that it stopped the bartender from snapping his head over to the drink than to the Jedi Master. Leah shrugged. “Drink, please?” The barkeeper rolled his eyes. “I think you’ve had enough.” She gasped, unbelieving, and denied. “I have not!” She definitely had. The man saw as much and scoffed, standing his ground.

Her shoulders tensed and she locked eyes with him. With one raised finger, she commanded, “You will serve me another shot.” The bartender raised a brow. “What?” The Jedi repeated, exerting the strength of the Force on the man. “You will serve me another shot.” Her voice was stronger now, unstoppable. Until the victim of her little trick rolled his eyes. “Yeah, no.” The barkeeper turned away, unaffected by her weak attempt at a Jedi mind trick. She sighed. “Goddammit.” Relaxing back into her seat, she returned her focus to Valentine to find he was busy with someone else. Or really, half the bar. A batch of either really drunk or really dumb Mandalorians had made various attempts to talk him down, much to Leah’s disregard.

Needless to say, Valentine handled it on his own, and while the buzzed Leah was tempted to join in, she decided against it. For now. Instead, her gaze moved down to a random man two seats away and several filled drinks in front of him. She smiled, opened her hand and tried to pull the alcohol over. To her surprise, the mug slid over and the patron was completely unaware of it. Grinning, she sipped from it just as Valentine got down and dirty and deep throated a Mandalorian. Well, maybe that wasn’t the best way to describe it. Not that it mattered. Leah was blissfully ignorant. Her line of sight was only ahead, on the drink, and eventually over to Devrim (@Vosrik). It was just raining men for her, wasn’t it? She giggled. “I’m not drunk. Just really chill.” Yeah, she was drunk.

“You know, you look just like my—“ Before she could continue, Leah spotted a storm of salsa and corn chips heading her way. While she struggled to use the Force, her reflexes were almost instantaneous and she tilted her head, narrowly avoiding the worst. She flipped her hair and a middle finger, barely glancing at the source of the attack (@Lucid) and instead casually sipping from her drink. Once she set it down, it was already too late. A bar brawl had erupted with Leah in the center. Or maybe a few inches from it, seeing Valentine was the real cause. Unsurprisingly. Well, him and Raz, his supposed wife, which she noticed fast approaching.

When she did arrive, Leah could no help but turn snarky, her inebriation getting the better of her. “Oh, Raz! You've finally showed. Here, if you want some time alone with your one and only, you're welcome to take my seat.” She gestured to it but she didn't so much as flinch to leave.

@Orbit @Sreeya

 

[Leandros Solus]

Leandros stood stock still for some time after the Jedi (@Orbit) bashed in the face of Raz’s brother, letting out a low chuckle that really only he could hear. The pushy man deserved it, really, for getting so close to his face. The veteran Mandalorian had to commend the Jedi whelp, he was not backing down easily in the face of the Mandalorians. Granted, he managed to beat up one Marauder and gently threatened the other two back away, but he at least did not shy from conflict. That only got Leandros more in the mood for some conflict.

He was about to respond – probably violently – as soon as Val challenged his threat, but then someone randomly broke into song. Absolutely horrible job at reading social cues, but it distracted the patrons for the moment. The Jedi gave him a wink and turned away to drink and Leandros clenched his fists, about a millisecond from walking over and starting something big. However, the mood took a drastic turn: Daz bolted upright and ran off, cackling like a madman; Dalyn recovered from deepthroating his own bow and earned a few laughs for his wit; some Wookiee then promptly launched the bard from his stool and sent him flying across the bar; and then Raz walked over and put a hand around her alleged lover. His face ran hot, either from the alcohol or from his emotions, and his fists were tightly clenched.

Leandros turned to the nearest rebel, some poor Rodian, and grabbed his drink from his hands before ramming the crown of his helmet into the alien’s face, sending him sprawling to the ground, bloodied. He did not even want the drink, he just wanted to do that and let off some steam. With that out of the way, he turned to the other Jedi and rebels gathered, throwing his hands up in confusion, ”One of your own is threatened and not a single soul comes to his aid?!” he asked aloud, turning in place to look around. ”No wonder you abandoned your worlds!”

He was calling out every rebel in the room for not backing up their comrade when a band of Mandalorians had surrounded him, his face frozen in a rictus of distaste. He turned and pointed at Val, ”He’s a witch,” he growled, looking at the Jedi woman (@Deviant) beside him, ”But he isn’t a coward.” The Mandalorian raised his stolen drink in salute, bitter, but begrudgingly respectful.

 

[Hugo Ion]

For a moment Hugo thought things would calm down as he watched carefully. It did only delayed the inevitable, however... There had been some freedom fighters who wanted to step in but the Jedi handed it himself quite handily much to their amusement. Once Leandros head butted another rebel, leaving the recruit bloodied everything changed. Some of the others originally jovial were now incensed. First Valentine Rayth one of their own was insulted and threatened and now this.

Already filled with alcohol Ion who usually had control over his temper began to lose it. Squeezing both hands into fists and the commander stared daggers at Leandros who proceeded to basically call his comrades cowards. All Hugo can think about in that moment were the few men and women he did lost on Naboo and Al’doleem. This bastard dares to piss on them! To hell with that.

In that instant the rebel leader was shoving his way through the crowd aiming directly Leandros. Yet before he can reach him another rebel, the downed Rodian twin nearby cried out. “You son of a bitch!” At those words, the twin grabbed a stool and threw it down aiming for the warrior’s head. Whatever Leandros did in reaction the other rebels would sprang up, attacking the closest Mandalorians within reach.