Hutta Drink Up

[Leah Reach]

Leah was no longer ignorant but she neither cared. As one of the uglier Mandalorians made a sad attempt to insult the Rebellion and called the Jedi Master a coward, she didn’t so much as bother to look. He was not on the battlefields of Corellia or Al’doleem, so it was safe to assume he was nothing more than a rowdy warrior with an ego more blinding than his hairless head. The only response she gave was another middle finger aimed somewhere in his general direction. Her real focus was on Raz Solus, the Mand’alor, the woman of Valentine’s dreams, a warrior that hid behind a mask rather look at her than face to face. Leah knew the woman was no coward, but what she did no longer mattered. It was what she was going to do.

Whiskey and wine were hurled in the air. A rain of alcohol showered on the club, mingling with the sweat, blood and tears of rebels and Mandalorians alike. Not because of their laborious fight against the Empire, but because of their fight against each other. The irony was unbelievable. As for Leah, she was unwilling to ruin her hair so early in the night. She arrived to the wild party with a clean complexion and stainless clothes. No way did she plan to leave as some hodgepodge monstrosity. Then again, drunk as the Jedi Master was, that was inevitable. Either way, she raised a hand and pulled the Force together again, creating an invisible umbrella out of thin air just as a glass of rum, and a random woman, sailed over her head.

However, whatever amusement she felt disappeared the split second Raz pushed across the counter and drenched Leah. While the Force saved her from a golden shower above that came seconds after, it was already too late. Her dress, used for more elegant occasions, was ruined. There could be no removing the stain of liquor and the rank stench that came with it. Who was to blame? The Mand’alor. Her left eye twitched and her insides stirred. Her alcohol-infused blood boiled. If looks could kill, Leah probably would have murdered the entire club of patrons. Still, she kept her cool. Well, not really. She rose out of her seat, looked Raz right in the eyes and smiled. Drawing on her fine skills as a diplomat, she tilted her head and answered:

The insult was weak but straight to the point. Leah was far too drunk to engage in a clever battle of wit and words. Even with Master Rayth watching. She might have thrashed him about his shift away from the ideals of the Jedi, but Leah was about to take a shit on those tenants and dump them in the garbage chute outside. Or right up Raz’ ass. Because before the Mandalorian could so much as react to her dirty dig, Leah took another dig at her face. With her bare hand. And a shot glass. Although she was did not have shock gloves or armor on her side, even if the shattered glass didn’t crack open her helmet, she didn’t care. All she wanted to do was make a statement. Which was pretty much an extension of what she just told her.

“Whoops!” She mocked drunkenly. “Sorry, I’m still adjusting to my perfectly functioning arm.” Fully expecting things were about to take a turn for the worst, she raised an open hand to Alysanne (@Wit). The girl was terrified out of her mind, but still, did Leah care? Nope. Instead, she quickly gestured her to back off before she and Raz got down and dirty for real. “I suggest you take a step back, Padawan, because I’m about to kill a man too.”

@Sreeya @Orbit

 

[Rayne Kelborn]

Spoiler: theme music

The girl Rayne had just pummeled had hit her back, Rayne took her own helmet off and clipped it to her belt, her hair wet with sweat. she lifted the girl onto the bar, Go get em! she yelled over the noise of the brawl, Rayne then looked at the eyeless jedi, the feeling she was also looking at her. With a nod, Rayne broke of, not quite yet done fighting, she needed to find more bodies to hit before she'd join in on the dancing. Rayne's adrenaline was pumping and she wanted to kriffing hit something.

Rayne scanned the room for a new target, just in time to see @Leandros Solus flying through the room on a jet pack. Uh? She muttered before spotting a jedi who had her arms up in one of those witchy stances where they used their force magic (@Alysanne Drast), oh hell! Rayne said as she began charging, staying low, when she got within a couple meters Rayne launched herself off a down drunkard, and fired a charged up right handed shock glove punch right to the square of the woman's forehead, and quickly following it up with a left handed upper cut toward the woman's jaw.

 

[Greybok]

Greybok was just about to charge after the man he had just send flying across the bar when the flashbang went off. The Wookiee was blinded, and his eyes throbbed as though two daggers had just been shoved into them. He roared in rage, rubbing his eyes furiously as if that would help... but then he was hit in the head by a glass, which shattered against his hard skull. There wasn't much pain—his fur absorbed much of the glass shards—but his inebriated fury was truly a sight to behold.

The Wookiee roared again wildly, reaching for the nearest object he could throw. He had intended to grab a barstool or a drink tray. Instead, his large hands wrapped around a poor serving droid that was trying to escape the chaos. The droid shrieked in Huttese, but Greybok was too angry (and drunk) to bother translating its speech. He hoisted it over his head and threw it as hard as he could in the direction the glass had come from.

He hoped it would strike the one who threw it at him (@Dread), but, still blind from the flashbang, he had absolutely no hope of aiming properly. It could strike anyone or anything in that general direction. Not that Greybok would be able to pay attention to the consequences of his ill-made throw, because he was soon hit by a tackle worthy of a Huttball champion by none other than the man he had just sent flying (@Rom). Greybok hit the ground hard, roaring blindly with renewed rage.

He scrambled to grab the legs of the nearest wooden chair, which he would then swing backwards in an attempt to hit the Mandalorian on his back. It was a drunken move, ill aimed, and made at the last second, which made the probability of it working little to none, but the Wookiee general was far too gone to care.

Meanwhile, from the sidelines, BE-ET, the Wookiee's astromech, rolled up next to Twobee and promptly produced a holo-camera from its chassis with one of its mechanical arms. Twobee, who was already horrified by the bar fight itself, was equally appalled by this. "Are you filming this, BE-ET?!" The little droid beeped in Binary. "You're streaming it live?! To whom?! Where?!"

In the end, it didn't really matter, because a tray came flying from somewhere in the brawl, striking the protocol droid in the head and knocking her clean over. BE-ET whistled, which sounded like laughter, and kept filming.

 

[Raz Solus]

Raz stood perfectly still as the shot glass flew her way, crashing against the front of her helmet. It didn’t cause any harm, the liquid slowly seeping down the front of her T-visor. Raz slowly reached a hand up to wipe it off as Leah went on to call her a man. She had to grin at that, “Well, if being a girl means having a weak ass throw like that…” Raz shrugged, chuckling to herself as she cracked her neck and shoulders. She was glad it was Leah that finally pushed things over the edge, and she wouldn’t have to fall into the stereotype of Mandalorians always starting everything.

Without warning, her boots were activated, the repulsors sending her skidding towards Leah. Raz didn’t give a shit if the woman would use the Force as a crutch or not, this fight was on. She led with her left shoulder, slamming directly into Leah and pushing her directly backwards and probably toppling over her padawan in the process. The shove would end with Leah being slammed against the wall behind her. Her cybernetic arm came up perpendicular to her neck to press into her throat, her helmet coming close to Leah’s face, “What’s your problem, bitch?” She asked in a low growl.

She would give her a chance to respond, but only a moment before she backed up and followed up with a punch directly into her gut. Leah was a Jedi and Raz knew she could take it. Meanwhile, she had forgotten all about Leandros, Val or anyone else that was having an all out brawl. She was beyond fired up and fully prepared to duke it out with this powerful Jedi. She had no clue why the woman was so angry with her, but Raz would find out while beating her to a pulp.

@Deviant

 

[Nikka Toren]

And just like that.

She now had two new friends.

Nikka could hardly believe her luck. Laughing at the drink soaking her clothes, she stood up, wincing when she really felt the second woman's shock gloves impact on the base of her skull.

"Ohhh Gods, this is going to ache..." she groaned, then chuckled. It seemed that most would have continued brawling; Brianna (@Algarus) had begun a dance-off with... who was that? One of her ilk, perhaps, but at this point she hardly cared. Her mouth ached, her head rang woollenly, and her nerves still felt raw. Her secret was out in the open. Who cared? She took on two opponents and somehow they turned into allies with the promise of drink. She grinned, and clapped Brianna on the shoulder. "Truce it is. The one with the strongest liver wins."

She beamed as the second Mando had suddenly launched off. She was still singing with the need to really punch a few lights out. But first...

She slammed her hand on the bar, slick and wet with drink, and gave a wicked grin to her new friend. "Go show him who's got the better skills," she laughed, and gave a cheeky grin to @Lucid Danny, provided if he could even see her. But first...

She grinned and raised a brow at the utter chaos. Sensing the bright outline of another Mando (@Leandros Solus ) sail into the bar, she laughed aloud, then winced at the soreness pulling her cheek. If and when she got attention from Burk(@Darasuum ) she'd raise both brows and grin. "I don't suppose it's too late to get another shot in, eh?" Drying blood still matted from her mouth down, and she was sure she was a horrific sight, long hair plastered down and clothes stained, veil missing. "For me an' the lovely lady," she waved to Brianna. If Nera @Kayenta Moenkopi was close by, she would have toasted as well, but the fight wasn't over yet!

The night was a very promising one indeed. And it wasn't even over yet.

 

[Leah Reach]

Alysanne was gone before Leah even realized it. And so was she. The second her attention returned to Raz, she had activated her boots and soared into the Jedi Master. Natural instinct possessed her. The Force gathered at her fingertips, ready to react or retaliate. She was almost tempted to sidestep the blow, tripping her along the way, but by then it was too late. Her left shoulder slammed into Leah, smothering her right boob and forcing the air out of her lungs. Whatever happened, she did her best to keep her feet anchored to the ground, but her heels skidded, and thick as they were, snapped away. Even when she slammed into the wall, she knew that was the last straw. Leah was not going to be manhandled by some walking, talking school bus.

As a cybernetic arm tightened around her throat, metal fingers wringing her neck like a chicken, Leah spat back to the Mandalorian. “That’s my line!” Although Raz knocked some more sense in the Jedi, she was still unbelievably, lovingly, remarkably drunk. There was nothing that could change that. But emotions ran high, and Leah had a feeling her charm would sooner break than her back. Or her knuckles, as she delivered a wicked punch into the other woman’s armored stomach. Without the Force, her fist bounced harmlessly against the metal. That was going to leave a bruise. “Goddammit.” She rolled her eyes, biting back the pain but learning from the mistake. Everything might be a blur to her but her enemy was clear as day. So was her next plan of action.

With her open hand, she seized the metal arm in front of her. With the Force already there, she squeezed hard. The plating started to slowly cave in, meshing the outermost wires together. Nothing debilitating, but definitely enough to loosen the grip and alert Raz on what was to come. Well, not so much. Rather than squish the prosthetic, Leah pulled the Mandalorian closer. She coughed out a few words before the other woman could choke her out. “OYA BITCH!” As the strength of the Force pressed under and above her forehead, she head butted Raz with the ferocity of an animal. It was extremely draining but likely enough to shatter her visor, or at least, leave quite a dent in her helmet. Perhaps Leah would even get a glance of the ugly troll beneath.

As soon as she rammed her head into Raz, the iron grip on her cybernetic arm released, just in time for the full force of the blow to send the woman staggering back. Maybe not to the floor, but just to give her some more space. Leah was at a disadvantage melee combat wise. Not because she sucked at it, she just struggled with depth perception. Her vision was spinning as much as her head. Whatever filter that stood between her mind and her mouth was now gone too, and assuming she bulldozed Raz back a couple meters, Leah would spout some more shit— “You think you can just walk around and take a dump on every Jedi or rebel you see? Well, bitch, you got something else coming.” She stepped forward to continue but stumbled to the side.

She was seeing double, but whatever. Twice the fall, double the pride! Or however it went. Forget it.

@Sreeya @Orbit

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

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A solid bonk on the head from the empty keg as it hit the Morling's head thanks to the young man's magick shenanigans (@vamp ). It was far more soft than a keldabe kiss that was for sure. He did not hesitate to keep about his business and poured the jedi a drink. Glasses flew in front of him and he had a stoic expression like they were just blades of grass on a breezy morning in the country side.

Further down the bar though he saw his mand'alor, her boyfriend or whatever he was, and Leah have some choice words, or at least they were said in tones. His canine features quirked into a smile wondering how this would pan out. He slid down the bar as the chaotic environment persisted. He was pretty sure he had broken some bones in the three... maybe four rebels and jedi he had tossed around like bags of tattoes. He stopped standing next to Valintine. The man was fine where he had been but so far he had taken booze with out permission and now he was behind the bar without invitiation. Still, Burkhart had a buzz going so he would give the guy a chance.(@Orbit ) But the crash of wasted booze triggered the Morling a little and one glass hit the side of his face, causing blood to run from his muzzle slightly. He was about to take the drink from Val but he was tackled by a flying Mandalorian, one who Burkhart knew all too well.

There was maybe some respect between them, Leandros and him. But now there was a jedi AND the man who seemed to be a glutton for punishment. Still, the jet pack bound zealot was also no longer where he should be. Burkhart grabbed them bother under the chin and heaved them over the bar where they could resume their bout of combat on the proper side of the bar.. He did not care if they fought. Just do it on the other side of the bar.

Afterwards he clearly saw both Raz and Leah having their bout against one another. Well he was not about to get into that. Instead he turned around to once again see Daniel behind the bar. A blank expression on Burkhart's face. "Start servin or else I'll take a bite ov yer hide." The Kelborn Alor meant it literally. There were other customers still trying to get drinks.

@Sreeya @Lucid @Deviant

 

[The Eternal (?)]

Valentine wasn't disappointed, proceeding to see the catfight unfold right in front of him. Seeing both of the women's snark made him laugh, both of them spilling drinks on each other before going at it with fists and kicks. Val didn't expect Leah to be one to brawl like this and it was a welcomed surprise as a spectator. But Val's peace would only last a few moments, his eyes now going to Alliance Commander and who he was fighting. But somebody was quickly thrown at the Commander, tangling him up before losing the Mandalorian that was fighting him. The Jedi tried to find the Mando with his eyes, knowing it was the small Mando that he had winked at but he couldn't see him past the crowds in front of him.

But that's when Val heard the shriek from a jetpack, even other the loud blaring music and he snapped his gaze toward the quickly approaching and flying Mando coming straight at him. "Shit," Val just muttered to himself, still sober enough to see the man coming in like a rocket but too drunk to react to it. Leandros found his target and he found it fully, completely smashing into Val as the jetpack shot him forward like a slingshot. But the shelves didn't just break or the alcohol, the force from the man's jetpack and his body sending them both clean through the wall and taking them out of the bar and away from the rest of the fighting. They didn't travel that far, dust, soot and debris cascading down both of them and completely covering the both of them as they crashed into the door of a bathroom stall. Leandros had flown Val and himself into the slightly dirty bathroom, colliding into a stall door that knocked it down against a toilet with Leandros and Val tangled together on top of it.

Val groaned as he felt the pain go through entire his back before coughing harshly, dust falling out from his hair and onto his clothes. He was dazed from the impact but he then noticed Leandros laying down right on top of him and Val quickly reacted. He pushed the man up with his arm before kicking him harshly in his chest and off of Val as he would fall to the floor with a hard enough thud. The Jedi groaned as he grabbed the metal bar inside the stall to help himself up before stumbling out of the stall and falling forward into the nearby wall and then helplessly sliding to his ass on the ground. Miracuaslly the bottle was still intact and in his hand, Val staring gazing at the bottle for a moment like it was Raz before taking massive gulps of the whisky as he stumbled back up to his feet. Through the hole in the wall they made, it was a perfect viewport of the brawl still happening.

Val slowly just brought his gaze back to Leandros before drunkenly throwing the bottle towards the Mando's head, it still about half full and just wanting to smash something on the man. The Jedi wiped his mouth of the whiskey and blood on his lips before flicking it to the floor as he straightened out his feet, "I'm actually quite impressed. I thought the only thing you were capable of doing was spewing bullshit. You're making progress." Val chuckled softly as he shook his arms momentarily, indicating that there wouldn't be any force, this was mano a mano. Fueled by the alcohol and adrenaline, the pain from being tackled through the wall slowly oozed away as he focused on Leandros. It had been a while since he had a traditional fist fight since his powers and he wasn't afraid of the challenge. Val didn't want to wait anymore and he lunged forward, throwing a right hook aimed right for Leandros' cheek.

@Painus

 

[Raz Solus]

Raz felt Leah’s punch hit her gut, the fist bouncing off harmlessly on the plating of her armor. She loosened the grip on Leah’s throat, preparing to attack again. What she didn’t expect was for Leah to grab onto her cybernetic arm and do...whatever the hell she was doing. All of a sudden, sparks began to fly and Raz grew concerned about the arm. She yanked it out of her grip, much more put together than Leah due to being considerably more sober. How drunk was this woman?!

She saw the Jedi rearing up as she screamed the cry of her people. Raz was a Mandalorian - headbutts were as dime a dozen as monologuing Jedi. She saw it coming from a mile away, especially with Leah being extra theatrical about powering it up to hit her full force. Raz used her right foot to stomp down on the hem of Leah’s dress. As Leah charged forth with the headbutt, Raz casually pivoted on the right foot. There was a loud tearing noise erupting as her dress tore up at the seams from thigh on down on her right side.

Raz gave out a wolf whistle as she followed up that pivot with whirling in with a kick with the instep of her other foot. The kick would collide solidly with Leah’s ass, sending her directly towards the ground. Raz remained standing, circling around Leah whether she was on the floor or still standing. She heard Leah’s words, curling her hands into fists. She noticed her cybernetic arm wasn’t responding so well and she was likely reduced to using just one arm effectively.

“They’re already a dump without my help,” Raz spat right back, “Why you so salty with me, eh? Is it ‘cause I didn’t call you ambassador, you petty, self-righteous cow?”


@Deviant

 

[Brianna Saxon]

Spoiler

Having been helped up on the bar by her new found friendemy, Brianna burst out into dance, twirling and moving in ways one would think impossible with the bulky armor she wore; but managed to thanks to the power of stubbornness and liquor, though she was not as graceful as she thought she was being. She might have knocked a drink or two off the bar and onto the poor Mandalorian who had been knocked off by a flying bar patron, but she didn't care. This was great. She only ceased her dancing antics to share a drink with her eyeless companion, and promptly gave the woman a firm headbutt to commemorate the moment. "I like your style!" Brianna sputtered, having no longer be impaired by the numbing affect of the stun gloves. Though, she still had a decent amount of blood flowing out from her lip and corners of her mouth; but it went down just fine with alcohol. She'd hoist Nikka up on the bar to take in the spectacle, as blood was still dripping down her chin. The absolute chaos of the night burned before all the inhabitants of the bar. Truly a once in a lifetime shit-storm of epic proportions. Jedi Masters and Clan Leaders traded blows, Mandalorians and Rebels assaulted one another with liquor, fists, and half slurred swears and curses, and no one in the vicinity (except for perhaps a very distraught barkeep), gave a damn. Though tomorrow was more than likely going to suck.
@Killa Ree @Mad Dog

 

[Leah Reach]

Leah assumed her headbutt was taking longer than it was purely because of her trashed depth perception. Wrong. The other woman managed to slink back and slam her armored heel into her dress. The only reason the Jedi realized what happened was the sound her dress tearing at the seams, threads frayed and fabric torn. Her eyes widened. It was too late. Leah stumbled forward, yanked by the momentum of her own blow, consumed with shock and surprise. With an added cost, she felt another plated foot strike squarely on her ass. Easily enough to leave a mark but the least of her concerns. As she coasted and eventually collapsed against the floor, her mind was wrapped around her tattered dress. Raz knew no bounds.

Sprawled on the ground, Leah propped herself on her arms and looked down to the mess at her feet. The Mandalorian had no idea how much that dress meant to her. While the liquor stains was one thing, and the real reason why the drunken Jedi sparked the fight, ripping the dress was something else. It was the same outfit Leah wore when she first met her husband. A relic of the past she treasured beyond measure. Why would she have worn it to such a wild rave, not expecting the worst to happen? Embarrassing as it was, she hoped she might echo the past. Find someone, learn to leave everything behind. But she hadn’t, and she wouldn’t. Raz hadn’t just ruined her chances at a drunken first encounter and more. She ruined everything.

Leah wanted to grieve the loss of her dress but she was too flushed, too wrathful, to give in. Flipping a strand of hair out of her face, she eyed the Mandalorian furiously. “Why am I salty?” She reflected her words, unbelieving. “Seriously?” Suddenly and instinctively, Leah pulled one of the nearby bar stools and hurled it at Raz. Trying to catch her by surprise, she trusted the chair would leave a mark. Not like her armor couldn’t easily tank it, but that wasn’t the point. Leah wanted to show her that she was not conceding so soon. “You’re not the sharpest tool in the shed, are you?” She scoffed and began to rise, Force throwing another chair for safe measure as she continued, “You’re just a blunt hammer. Thinking you can nail whoever, whatever, wherever and think that earns you the right to wave your dick around like you own the place!”

She hurled yet another wooden stool. “You know exactly what I’m talking about!” While they might have seemed like the words of a sober sourpuss on paper, Leah was still every bit drunk. Her emotions still ran high, intoxication blurring the fine line between what should be said and what shouldn’t. And surely, she was going to regret it when the night was over.

@Sreeya

 

[Raz Solus]

Raz wore a smug grin on her face seeing the Jedi sprawled on the ground. That was exactly where all Jedi belonged, after all. Especially this obnoxious woman that clearly had problems with her since day one. The Mandalorian was prepared to keep fighting, but things took a strange turn. For a moment, the Jedi simply sat there and pitifully looked at her dress. Raz knew how to deal with anger, rage and outbursts, but this was plain freaking her out. She grimaced beneath the helmet, not sure whether to stand there or maybe throw a bottle at Leah’s face to make the strange shit stop.

Without warning, a chair came flying her way. Raz was too caught up to see it coming, and it collided harshly with her side. She growled under her breath, hearing snippets of what Leah was saying. A second chair was hurled her way, this one more predictable. Raz batted this one aside, the chair sailing over and smacking into that same poor padawan (@Wit) that was still in the vicinity. She began to storm towards Leah, now beyond enraged at her for her constant barrage of both furniture and words.

As the last stool came flying, Raz caught it in her hands, standing above Leah now. Naturally, Raz didn’t make any connections and was entirely clueless as to what Leah was alluding to. Instead, she simply got riled up, angrier than ever at this pathetic excuse for a woman yelling nonsense at her, “What the kriff are you on about? I’m at liberty to nail whoever the kriff I want,” She hissed at the woman, “Why is it any of your business?”

Raz raised the last stool high in the air, preparing to slam it down directly atop the stupid woman’s idiot head.

@Deviant

 

[Leah Reach]

Raz was probably the biggest single-celled organism on the planet. Leah gave the woman everything she needed to connect the dots. It was a simple walk from Point A to B, but the best the hardheaded Mandalorian could do was snag one of the stools mid-air and threaten to crush the Jedi with it. Her brain must be sloshing around her skull as much as it was for Leah. Or maybe she truly was the clueless hammer she claimed her to be. Not that it mattered to her in the least. If Raz couldn’t see it, then the drunken, inebriated, heated Jedi Master would tell her. With the club still on full blast and her line of sight focused on the Mand’alor, she presumed nobody would bother to listen.

“I can’t believe it.” She said, words starting to slur, “You really do have the mental agility of a pile of bricks.” She chalked up a laugh as she staggered again but found the nearby bar as support. A shot of whiskey was settled on the counter, untouched and perfectly intact. Too drunk to resist, Leah plucked the drink up and guzzled it in one foul swoop. She didn’t bother setting it back down and instead hurled it over her shoulder, hitting a random passerby square in the face. She scoffed again. “You think you can slither your way into his pants and manipulate him to do your bidding? Exposing the Jedi, trying to clobber the attention of the Sith so you can sweep up a few more worlds?”

She pointed an angry finger at the other woman. “I’m not dumb. I know whatever it is you have going on with him, and I won’t stand around and watch you drag him by the dick off to another cliff to jump from.” Drunk and absolutely ridiculous as the Jedi was, she had a point. The relationship between Valentine and Raz was a precarious one, full of holes she couldn’t help but fill with paranoia and suspicion, easily amplified by her dangerous concoction of anger and alcohol. Even then, that was not the real and only reason to her outburst. She breathed in, too dim-witted to realize what she was about to get into: “You don’t care— you’re just looking out for yourself. You don’t really love Valentine.”

Leah slapped her chest, just over her heart, trying to drive the point home but looking like an idiot as she did. “But I do. I care. Even if he is too dumb to see it.” There. She finally said it. It was like a weight had lifted from her shoulders. Except this time, Leah immediately regretted it. Had she just professed her love for the very man she thrashed in a tribunal weeks ago, in a very public bar, in front of a very public figure? Unimaginable. Ridiculous. Cringeworthy. Whatever reputation of poise and control the ambassador possessed was now flushed down the toilet Valentine was busy lapping out of with Leandros. In her moment of weakness, of complete intoxication, she dropped a bomb worse than the flash bang from before. And she was ready to watch it explode in her face.

@Sreeya @Orbit lol

 

[Mig Cabra]

Mig had arrived late. He got a little lost because someone gave him the wrong directions. The Gotal Rebel came in his full, heavy armor to impress his friends in the Mandalorian ranks with how cool he was. Weapons of course also came along because this was a Mandalorian party after all. He had to look strong, cool, and dangerous. It seemed things had become crazy though by the time the upbeat Gotal arrived. Mig witnessed a Jedi Master get punched, things being thrown around, and more. He was thoroughly confused by the entire thing. He recognized one of the Jedi, Leah, and the one who was now Mand'alor fighting fiercely. That did not seem too friendly.

"Friend ladies!" He shouted as he innocently approached the pair. "Calm down! Let us enjoy chocolate and let the womanly emotions pass!"

The crazy fight had to stop. Just before speaking, though, Mig heard a confession of love from the Jedi. That was super cute he thought. They were fighting for love and that made the Gotal's hearts glow with happiness. It still had to stop thought before the worst happened: a broken friendship. That was too much for the guy to watch. His wise words would bring an end to it hopefully. The last time he tried to comfort a woman in distress, this very Jedi had yelled at him though. Mig waited to see if it would work.

@Sreeya @Deviant

 

[Arturo Solus]

"...Hells!"

Arturo finished for his enemy, crawling away from the wreckage, shards of glass digging painfully into his arms and legs. He looked over at the Jedi-Rebel...whatever, realizing that she'd gotten the worst of the fall. He shook his head, a childish grin making him break down, laughter filling the street as he clambered to his feet, pain cutting up his sides. He'd been in the club not ten minutes and he was already back outside, and all thanks to the girl currently working to find her feet, an old or new wound pestering her ascent. "What did you do that for?" He asked, already knowing the answer. A rhetorical question if ever he'd heard one.

Now that he had stopped to think about his actions, Arturo realized he'd been a fool, though, no moreso than the rest of his vode who were still more than likely laying waste to the club and everything in it. He could hear crashing from above them, and the sounds of laughter and riotous bellowing echoing out into the warm dark of Nar Shaddaa. He shook his head; the longer they stayed out here, the more they missed in there. Besides, I'm here for a drink or two, and there's none out here, he thought, pausing as a mug arched out of the window above them to disappear into the night. "Hmm..."

Staring at the -probable- Jedi @GABA , Arturo raised his hands, pacifying, already hatching a plan to get himself back inside. "Okay, here's the deal: We skip the part where we throw down out here, go back inside, get drinks, and then resume kicking each other's asses," he paused, hearing on the wind the raised voice of his Mand'alor @Sreeya . Kad, help whatever poor soul's drawn her ire, Arturo prayed, knowing she'd probably give the God a bloody nose if he tried. Arturo blinked. "Sound good?"

A voice from above made Arturo turn, risking exposing his back to the stranger he'd...well, hit. He looked upwards, a hand shading his eyes. He thought he recognized the voice; the mane of red hair proved him right as he smiled up at his soon-to-be-wife. Cory! "Yeah, I'm fine. She's crazy," he added, bracing, readying for another tackle, or perhaps some flying fists. He shot a glance at the girl, grinning despite himself. Probably the alcohol. He glanced back at Cory, tutting.

"I thought you said we were just gonna have a few quiet drinks?" @EmilyHuene

 

[Leandros Solus]

Leandros sailed through the air, murderous intent in his eyes as the Jedi got closer and closer. For a split second, he could see the realization in the Jedi’s eyes of what was about to happen, and all he saw was him mutter to himself. The collision was powerful; Leandros had the propulsion of his jetpack and Val was on a precarious counter top. The combination of their circumstances formed a brilliant confluence of man on man, and for a moment, the two were joined as they sailed into the wall behind the bar.

And then they were through that wall. The crash would have been loud enough to alert the nearby patrons of the sudden attack, if they did not see the armored Mandalorian flying through the air for some reason. Val and Leandros slammed into a bathroom stall, crashing to the ground and ruining what little semblance of cleanliness it had left. Dust filled the air and debris lined the room. Out in the bar, racks of bottles were destroyed and leaking their contents on the ground below, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was that it was him and the Jedi. One on one. Fighting over a prize neither of them could publicly admit just yet.

He groaned and coughed from the impact, preparing to push himself off of Val and go to town on him when the Jedi kicked him off of his body. He stumbled back and hit the ground, grabbing a hold of the sink to use as a support as he picked himself up. Val staggered free of the toilet prison and slumped against the wall, taking a moment or two to take a pull from his bottle of whiskey before he rose to meet his challenger. He threw the bottle towards Leandros and the Mandalorian planted his hands against the sink and ducked, the bottle sailing clean overhead and smashing against the ground. He took the moment of respite to gather his senses and let the adrenaline take over, his violent instincts kicking in. As the Jedi got to his feet, he tore his helmet off and tossed it behind him.

”I’m tired of hearing you talk,” he snarled in response to Val, straightening his back out and adopting a defensive athletic stance. If this whelp wanted to play without any of his fancy magic, then the Mandalorian was more than willing to oblige. Val shook his arms out and lunged forward, swinging his right arm around for a hook towards his head. The punch connected and Leandros twisted his head to the side, going with the punch. He scowled, spit out a glob of blood, and turned his head back towards the Jedi. He grabbed Val’s extended right arm with his left arm and pulled him in towards his body, reaching out to grab his other shoulder with his free hand, and rammed his forehead into Val’s stupid little face.

Regardless if the attack landed or not, he would bulldoze forward into the man to ram his back against the bathroom wall. Val was the exact same size as him, give or take ten pounds of weight, but Leandros had the added weight of his armor and the fact that Val had just taken a pretty disorienting blow from crashing through the wall and was likely off balance from being so drunk. ”Self-righteous prick!” he yelled as he powered forward.

Outside, the fight between Raz and Leah began heating up. Insults were shouted and some pretty heavy news was dropped, but all Leandros was focused on was rearranging this guy’s face. If Val paid attention to the shouting and it gave him a moment of hesitation, then all the better because his opponent was guided by liquor and jealousy. There was no more-dangerous combination.

@Orbit

 

[Lilith (8th TL)]

Out of everything that could possibly happen in this bar fight, Cait did not expect a random mando to ask her if she was mad. "Uh...no?" she replied, more than confused. Then he proceeded to tell her she would be, which prompted one of Cait's fiery red eyebrow raise as she blurted out, "What-" but her sentence was interrupted when he grabbed the not-sober business owner and hoisting her over over his head. "The-" she tried to continue her sentence but, once again, was cut off when two seconds after he... threw her across the room.

"Fuuuuuuucccccccccc-"

A jolt of pain shot through her whole body as she collided with something or someone. She wasn't sure what she had hit at the time because she blacked out seconds later, since she wasn't wearing any armor to protect herself. It took awhile for her to come to her senses, standing up behind some woman by another bar. Cait was a little dazed and in pain, so the first thing she went for was a random glass of presumably alcohol and guzzled it down. Hopefully whoever was drinking this before didn't have some sort of disease.

Cait slammed the glass on the bar and breathed in deeply to catch her breath, hoping the copious amounts of alcohol would dull the pain from being thrown. Soon after a fight between the Mand'alor and a Jedi caught her attention. She wasn't savvy with what they were fighting over, but she fully grasped what the random gotal said.

Womanly emotions? What a dick, she thought, growling. Reaching out with the Force while he was distracted by the fight, she wrapped it around the gotal's big dumb ugly head to jerk it forward and slam it into a nearby table. If she was successful, the table would tip and fall over on top of the gotal for some extra damage.

@Lucid @Cazar

 

[Raz Solus]

If Leah was looking for a way to actually land a punch on Raz, she did just that. This punch broke through all armor - both physical and mental. She felt the brunt of it, and made her almost physically cave from the impact. Raz stood by in silence as Leah finally dropped the bomb loud enough for everyone around to hear. She was suddenly glad she had a helmet to hide the way her face was caught in a frozen look of surprise right now. Leah’s tirade continued, emotions seeping and pouring with every word. The woman was clearly drunk, but she seemed strangely impassioned and very serious in the moment.

Val.

It took her this entire time to figure out that’s what this was about. Raz felt sick to her stomach, slowly lowering the stool she had held up, her arms suddenly feeling heavy. She said nothing for a moment, her mind thrown into an influx of thoughts. They ranged from anger, sorrow and to everything in between. Love? That wasn’t something Raz had ever professed to anyone romantically. She had spent her life running from emotions or anything remotely close to exposing her vulnerabilities. Raz was smart in many ways, but when it came to feelings and matters of the heart, she really was as clued in as a pile of bricks.

She barely had her thoughts together on how she felt about Val. She had never taken the time to reflect on it, mainly because it terrified her. Her duty to her people combated with the emotions she felt for him, and it was a constant struggle. Raz had been trying to figure out the name to give to how she felt about him, and it passed through Leah’s lips before ever passed through her own. Raz’s mind was reeling - her cyar’ika….or perhaps not. She didn’t know what to think anymore. If he had invoked such strong emotions in her, he was obviously doing something to do so, right? Raz was very simple in how she looked at these things and simply extrapolated her own experience to Val and Leah.

He had toyed with her. Perhaps he was toying with them both.

Raz breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly. Whereas most people would have lashed out from the wound, she had spent her entire life clamping up on emotions. As a result, Raz simply spun the stool and set it down in front of Leah for her to take a seat. She fell right back into her cold, steely resolve, because it would be too painful to do anything else. However, she knew that some things had to be said still.

“And you love someone so easily manipulated?” Raz asked quietly, skepticism in her tone, “If we are talking about the same Valentine, then you know perfectly well he would sooner throw himself off a cliff than let anyone else drag him off. That man always has, and always will, play by his own rules,” Raz rolled around her cybernetic wrist, watching the sparks that still flew from it, “I suggest you spend less time exchanging punches with me, and more time exchanging words with him.”

She reached over for another bottle of whisky and slid it over to Leah. Raz didn’t wait a moment longer, walking past the woman. The man that Leah’s shot glass hit was still there, coming up to deck Leah from behind. Raz caught him on the way, rearing back to slam a full headbutt into his head. The man was instantly dazed and toppled backwards on the ground, and an enraged Raz didn’t hesitate to step on him on her way.

She ran from this. It was what she always did. She had done it to Tin and now she would to Val and anyone else that got a touch too close. Raz withdrew back into the shell she was slowly coming out of, back where she was most comfortable. Being Mand’alor and charging into battle was much simpler, and that’s how she liked it. She had the weight of an entire people on her shoulders, she didn’t have time for distractions. That’s what she told herself. That’s what felt safe and comfortable.

Raz walked till she found Burk, shoving another patron off to the side and taking his seat as she plopped down, “Your strongest shit. Right now.”

@Orbit @Deviant @Darasuum

 

[Arda Breaux]

Arda was letting out a string of curses as she heard the Mandalorian beginning to laugh at the ordeal; another had approached, asking something that didn't register for a moment as Arda fought against the pain, now greatly unhappy she would be picking out glass for a week. "Why did I do that?" She repeated the question finally getting to her feet. "You hit me." she grumbled, "And I thought fresh air would do us both good." she tried to humor, but the wave of pain in her back kept her from laughing. Gently she placed her hand on her flank and removed it, making sure it was not bleeding while the Mandalorian suggested they all go back inside in order to have a drink and resume the fight.

She glanced at him, eyebrow quirked, her dark eyes trailed between the new Mandalorian and the one she had just thrown out the window, who seemed thrilled to see her. Cranky, agitated, and in pain, the enthusiasm disgusted Arda and as the Mando turned his back, Arda threw him out of the way and landed a hook into the female Mandalorian's jaw, "WELCOME TO THE PARTY, VOD."

The padawan rolled up her sleeves and went back into the bar, grumbling, all she wanted was to finish a pint without getting suckered punched in the flank. The door opened back in the club and Arda immediately ducked from a flying beer bottle as she stepped inside, looking to find her way back to the bar in order to get that ale.

@EmilyHuene @Kraken

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

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He half wanted to watch the patrons fight and half continue to work. He was glad to have a droid on the clock so it could record who was doing what. At this point Burkhart was just pouring drinks as people came up to the bar, drinking half of them before smashing or spilling them on rebels and mandalorians alike. Most entertaining of all was probably Raz and Leah. He expected such brutality from his Mand'alor but he had to give Leah props for doing her best. Her fire was one of the reasons he had liked her out of all the other jedi. But she was plastered and half of the people in here were going to have concussions before the end of the night.

What was just as if not more entertaining than the savage blows they were exchanging were the words shot back and forth. A toothy grin continued to be displayed at the candid confessions of passion. They were far more entertaining than the testosterone grunts coming from Leandros and Valentine were having in the bathroom. Maybe they had their own sub-text interaction that was being kept on the down low. Plenty of young men, or in this case, men, were still discovering themselves. It would be a story to tell, though Burkhart was sure that the bald headed stripper was too fond of Solone to actually be into men.

Raz's seemed to have come out of her bout of ferocity as she lowered her improvised weapon. Burkhart did not even care about the furnishings anymore. It was not his bar. The Kelborn Alor turned his gaze away but his ears remained perked to the women's words as they settled down. It was impolite to easedrop and would be a little ungentlemanly to be caught doing so but he was certainly curious. If they had wanted a private conversation it probably would not be done in the middle of a bar brawl anyways.

The woman did not have to move far to come to the bar just a few meters away and find a free spot. Grabbing a partially damp rag he brushed the broken glass an pool of spilled liquid on the surface in front of where the woman would sit. It would still be damp but at least it would not soak her. He bent down, farther than a normal person needed to since he was reaching a lower shelf than anything else that had been untouched. He produced an unopened bottle of accarrgm pouring one for Raz first and then himself. He pulled out a thick cigara soon after and lit it, offering the woman one as well. Each was about as large around as his thumb. The tabac imported illegally thanks to the Imperial sanctions but they were still a luxury he liked to indulge in and one he could actually enable.

"<Feel like breakin somethin Mand'alor?>" He asked in mando'a before throwing back the alcohol and pour both himself and his leader another, setting the bottle between both of them. It was a far better question than anything else he could think of. The Morling came across as the rough and tumble bootlegger, maybe the scary dog mandalorian towering over everybody but he knew when to be polite and had some sense of chivalry. It would have been wrong to push the subject after the heavy information she had just received from the red headed jedi. His head turning to the side to see where Daniel was. The young man seemed like he would enjoy a good bonfire.

@Sreeya @Deviant @Lucid