Hutta Drink Up

[Hugo Ion]

It had taken a herculean effort but Hugo managed to finally stand up despite the (self-inflicted)concession, and the now slippery floor. Gritting teeth at the constant ringing inside his head the Duros saw the bar itself was open again even as the all out brawl raged on. With a new goal in mind Ion proceeded to walk in that direction. However, all around him Mandalorians, Rebels and everyone else present were throwing down like there was no tomorrow. Furniture and mugs were thrown in different directions, forcing Hugo duck down several times while pressing on.

To his amusement he saw that massive fight was getting even more chaotic. A number of rebels were starting to go at it at each other for whatever reason and a few Mandos doing the same with one another. Its becoming a free for all. Ion realized shaking his head and chuckled. Subsequently a Weequay, likely a local patron rushed him from the left.

The rebel leader parried a right hook thrown by the other man before kneeling him below the belt. The leather-faced smuggler gasped with a mouth wide open and bend over before Hugo unleashed a left uppercut toward the jaw. Once it connected the Weequay fell back and collapsed unconscious. Flush with victory Ion shouted to the ceiling. “I’m alive, I’m alive!”

It proved short lived when he saw in front a huge Gamorran staring menacingly at him and snarled. “Oh let me guess that was your friend?” Hugo asked followed by a nervous laugh. The green pig cracked his knuckles together, letting the rebel know what was coming. Becoming more defiant the Duros actually smiled raising his fists and replied.

“Kiss my ass piggy!”

Growling the Gamorran lifted his right hand to throw the first punch when suddenly he was tackled squealing in shock to the ground by a Mandalorian. Watching the latter beat down the swine repeatedly with punches Hugo shrugged his shoulders and continued for the bar stand. Once he did the Alliance commander noted Raz(@Sreeya) there and heard her order for the strongest stuff. Hugo sat on an opposite stool while the Morling and his Mandalore spoke. Grunting with renewed pain to the bloodied head Hugo then said to Burkart(@Darasuum).

“I’ll have the same if ya don’t mind.”

 

[Corrine Solus]

Corrine would smile to Arturo as he said they were fine and she'd jump over the window to come outside with them. She made sure to ball her hands up in her sleeves so that any leftover glass didn't cut her. She gave him a loving peck on his cheek and he joked about how tonight was supposed to be quiet.

"When had any Mandalorian celebration ever been quiet?" she'd ask with a laugh.

The girl he'd been brawling with would then answer his question, saying she'd done what she did because he'd started it. She then moved into Arturo and gave him a good shove. Corrine tried to steady him, not realizing the girl would then go after her instead. Corrine was met with a fist into her jaw and she too stumbled back. Except, she lost her balance from the surprise shot and fell down onto her behind.

The girl then shouted at Corrine in what she suspected was some racist comment toward Mandalorians because she was certainly not friend or family to her. She didn't care that she'd been sucker punched, she cared that the woman was insulting her. By the time she got back to her feet though the rebel had stormed out leaving Corrine behind to nurse her swelling jaw.

"That chicks got a mean right hook," she said to Arturo. "If I wasn't so mad at her right now I'd go buy her a beer."

With a sigh she turned back to her future husband and rubbed her cheek with her left hand. "So how has your night been?" she'd ask sarcastically.

@Kraken

 

[Narir Solus]

Narir's first opponent seemed to have something of a glass jaw, and didn't get up, much to drunken Narir's disappointment. So that meant on to his next target! The armored Mandalorian turned to face the next person who wasn't in Mandalorian armor, and threw another punch. It was an unfortunate... what species even was he (@Cazar)? He supposed it didn't matter, and he didn't realize that another woman was already gripping him with the Force for his insult when Narir's fist lashed out again.

Just before the man was pulled down to be slammed into the table, Narir's fist would connect right with his face. The impact traveled all the way up the Mandalorian's arm, but it had to have been much worse for the Rebel. Why was the man flailing around as if pulled? Oh, that's right, there're Jedi here, he reminded himself disdainfully. Though, why would they be attacking their fellow rebels? Well, better not look a gift badger in the mouth.

What mattered most was that he was ready for someone to inevitably punch him back. Surely, someone would get a hit in eventually... either that or Narir was likely to stumble backwards and take a drunken tumble of his own.

 

[Crix Dolan (TL8)]

The Mandalorian broke their grapple quickly moving away and taking off his helmet. Crix knew the thing was just a hammer without a stick now and as the Mandalorian came at him with it, Crix dipped into the force and enhanced his speed. As the blow arched toward his bloody mess of a face, the smuggler slipped the attack leaving his assailant overextended and off balance. Not one to miss a good opportunity, Crix secured the man's shoulders and then fell backward, using the man's own momentum, Crix was able to pull him into a throw that catapulted the man into the mass of combatants.

As he came up from the maneuver he caught wind of an intense conversation and the familiarity of the voice's only elevated his desire to hear what was going on. Seeing Devrim holding his own, The Smuggler decided to check out the newest conflict. He spotted the source of the commotion and his eyes widened in shock.

RAZ and LEAH?! He thought, suddenly very excited at the prospect of the duo duking it out. Of course, that was until he realized why they were fighting. This wasn't some Mandalorian bar brawl, this... seemed personal. Crix closed the distance between himself and them, approaching from behind Leah. The Smuggler found himself hanging on every word. He listened carefully as he approached. He could feel a plethora of emotions spilling out from the Jedi Master and just as he was about to put a comforting hand on her shoulder she said,

“But I do. I care. Even if he is too dumb to see it.”

His hand froze, her words cut him and for the first time in years, he couldn't speak. He quickly pulled his hand back feeling incredibly embarrassed and suddenly vulnerable. The irony of her words not lost on him as he stared longingly at the back of her flowing red locks. Shock and dismay vyed for prominence in his expression as he tried to comprehend what had just. The Smuggler looked to Valentine as if for the first time and with a sardonic smile his gaze dropped to the floor. He swallowed hard, tasting the blood and wishing he'd have kept fighting... At least then he could have hurt someone else too.

Just like that, he was back to being on his own. His chest burned as the emotion took root, and then he buried it. His shocked and hurt expression casually shifting to the smile everyone knew and loved. Quickly applying every emotion repressing tactic he'd been taught by the woman who'd just admitted her love for another. Crix quietly backed away. Unable to confront the woman he'd grown so close to. A million memories replayed in his mind. Moments where he was sure she'd reciprocated his feelings, but clearly, he'd been mistaken. Feeling pretty dumb, Crix made for the bar.

Raz hadn't taken the proclamation very well and as if falling into their former routine, Crix took a seat next to her.

Crix sat there shell-shocked and embarrassed. He never let his guard down and this was exactly why.

“Your strongest shit. Right now.” Crix silently held up a hand hoping to be included in the stout drink order and was pleasantly surprised when Burkhart set a glass in front on him. He remained silent for a while wallowing in self-pity for affection he'd never been brave enough to confess. With a long sigh, he shot back the drink, embracing the burn in his sinus, and wincing a little as the liquor seeped into his freshly split lip.

Realizing this was probably the longest the Mandalorian beside him had ever heard him go without saying anything he said, "Well, not as fun as New Concord, but definitely as exciting."

The smell of Burkhart's Cigara broke what little will power Crix had left and the smuggler pulled out his ratty pack of cigarettes and lit one up. As usual, he threw the pack and lighter on to the counter. Anyone who wanted one was welcome, but they were seriously terrible. Crix watched as Hugo moved up to the bar and took the seat on the other side of Raz.

His eyes chanced upon the Dantooine Cognac he'd fallen for and he asked the serverdroid for the bottle. Forgoing etiquette, popped the cork and he tipped it back welcoming the burn of the potent drink. If he was gonna wallow in self-pity he'd at least do it drinking a delicious brandy.

Returning his attention to his friend Raz, he said, "You good?" His tone was gentle and caring. Not many people got to hear or see that side of him, but Raz wasn't anyone. It was easier for him to focus on her pain than deal with his own. Hopefully, they weren't connected. As if on cue, the house music changed tracks. Crix shook his head as the new song played. The universe was a cruel bitch sometimes. Deciding he wasn't sticking around much longer, he reached over the bar and retrieved his gunbelt, standing and putting it back around his waist. There, now he felt a little better.

@vamp
@Vosrik
@Deviant
@Orbit
@Sreeya
@Darasuum
@Minuteman75

 

[Arda Breaux]

There was no easy way to get back to the bar to get her ale, her path was quickly interrupted by flying bodies, angry yells, over turned tables and stools that made it near impossible to move through the place. But she was a Jedi, she should be able to move through here without a problem; it wasn't the case, even using her senses that were fickle at the moment from the pain in her back and now in her fist and the dozen of glass shards she eventually just relied on instinct, ducking between rebel and Mandalorian alike. She had knew the Mandos were a wild bunch, but never experienced anything like this, but with her experience of the wildness of Rebels in bars, it may have been bad news from the beginning to put them all in the same place.

She was nearing the bar where some others looked to be settling their own disputes as they helped themselves to some strong drinks and she would be able to join them, except for the Mandolorian who stepped right in her path (@Phoenix). Though Arda was unaware the Mandalorian was itching for someone to punch him back, she was certainly itching to get to her destination and was more than happy to oblige as she swung her fist hard, knocking it straight into the jaw of his helmet. Though when her knuckles collided, she knew mistakes had been made and the padawan sucked in a breath so deep and wanted to yell so loudly, that no air escaped as she shook out her hand. The white sheer pain of it overtook her need for ale.

"Motherkriffer!" she shook her hand again, she was so close to getting a drink, but felt like a million miles still.

 

[Arturo Solus]

Arturo scrunched up his face, deep in mock thought. "Point." He admitted, returning a peck of his own before the small hands of the rebel window breaker brushed him aside. He had expected her to do something rash; the girl's strength @GABA surprised him, though, as did the hook she threw at Cory straight after. If Arturo hadn't been so awestruck, he was sure he would've waded in right then and there to beat the ever-loving snot out of the young pup that'd dared to hit his future wife. Jedi or not. Instead, he stood, wide-eyed, barely containing a laugh as she took an ineffective verbal jab at his people before turning her back on the pair of Mandalorians and walking away, back into the club.

He turned to Cory, an eyebrow perked up, eyes betraying a slight concern for his beloved. He knew she had weathered much harder knocks than that. Like she said though, that was a mean right hook. He smiled as Cory mentioned something about buying the girl a beer, a hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "Don't bother," he said, humor filling his voice, "I offered a truce, and to buy her a drink. I assume that was her rebuttal." He waited, staring after the girl. He sighed. "Guess I'm losing my touch. Oh well."

Taking Cory's hand in his, Arturo steered her towards the club, pondering the redhead's question as they scaled the steps, passing under a banner of bright neon light. The bouncer was gone. Arturo couldn't blame him; the club was in chaos, and he doubted there was anyone brave enough or stupid enough on Nar Shaddaa to stop the Rebel-Mando party now that they'd displayed their destructive capabilities. He grinned. "Well, I'm not dead, yet. I'm not drunk yet either. So, I s'pose, it's been good and bad, really." He paused in the entrance, glancing about the carnage unfolding at a rapid rate, already picking their best course to the bar.

"It's okay. Now that you're here, you can help me solve one problem, and these mean karkers," he paused, pulling a rebel off of a downed Mandalorian, planting him through a table as another hopped in from the sidelines to rescue his comrade. Arturo ducked his opening swing, hooking a foot behind the man's ankle before giving him an almighty shove. It was a mere side effect that the rebel went reeling into one of his brothers -Dan- @Lucid hitting the warrior hard enough that they'd both likely end up on the floor where, Arturo assumed, Dan'd spent most of the night already. The tracker grimaced, clearing his throat. My bad. He shot a glance at Cory. "As I was saying-... Oh, you get the idea."

@EmilyHuene

 

[Nikka Toren]

She sat on the sidelines, having no emotional connection to the events at hand. The Jedi Master she had been taught to hold utmost respect for confessed feelings for another Master. One that betrayed their order, and yet did not take any windfall. She swallowed all personal anger, all feelings aside from frustration, with a shot that burned down her gullet. She grinned when she was dragged up by Brianna, then returned the headbutt with an uproarious laugh.

So many senses crowded around her. Her hair was a soaked, tangled mess, her sockets burning from the alcohol's touch, and her spine crackling something fierce as she slid back down, almost very gracefully, back to her seat. It seemed most of them had finished up their brawling. Oh, there were some that continued the fight--but she was nursing the beginnings of a very promising gut-wrenching headache in the morning.

Oh, what the hell. She may as well tack a hangover on top of it.

Some of those on the bar she recognized. She even offered him a salute with a glass, her voice crisp even through the din. "Commander Ion. Good fightin' back there, from what I could hear."

She was sure she looked a fright to those that looked at her. Hardly the Jedi appearance, but it seemed tonight all appearances were ripped off, exposing who they were beneath. Well, she had never pretended who or what she was otherwise, so why would she bother now?

She slammed down another unclaimed shot, and held up a hand to the gent behind the bar(@Darasuum), giving a self-effacing smile. "Keep them coming until I'm no longer speaking Basic," she grinned weakly, leaving enough cred where she sat to cover the night, and her friend at least. Perks of having a side job still working as a mechanic. She was just one of the many faces in the Order and Rebellion. And to be truthful, she nearly preferred it that way.

@Minuteman75 @Algarus

 

[Corrine Solus]

"Well hey, you can always buy me another beer?" she'd laugh as they made their way into the club once more.

There was just as much chaos as there was a moment ago. Corrine peeled off from Arturo as he ran into the fray to pull a rebel off one of their buddies. She smirked and ducked around the grouping to jump over the bar. She noted the bartender was already long gone. No sense staying here in this brawl. She reached into the cooler to grab herself a handful of ice and wrapping it in a towel. She held the cold ice pack to her cheek while pouring herself a beer with her free hand.

"God I love a good family reunion," she'd say to no one in particular.

@Kraken

 

[Drace Solus]

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Well, it was to be expected. Between Drace's drunken reflexes and Crix's agility, the attack just wasn't going to work out. The Mandalorian charged, helmet in his hand, but found himself slamming it into open air, stumbling for a few steps before he realized he was now flying. It was a strange transition for the Marauder, his drunk brain trying to make sense of his situation. He hit a group of rebels, knocking them around like bowling pins, his armor probably causing a few fractures. It took him a moment to recompose himself, but the Mandalorian rose just in time to hear a Gotal (@Cazar) say the most vile thing he'd heard all night.

"What was that about 'womanly emotions,' you sexist prick?" he called out, though his words slurred so he sounded more like "Wuz tha bout wmnely motions sxis prick???"

He charged while talking, reaching the Gotal as soon as he finished his sentence. Drace plowed directly into him, oblivious to anything else around him, not even noticing that the the man was hovering (@Dread) above the ground or that Narir (@Phoenix) had been beating him up. Drace heard familiar yapping. Wrestling around with the rebel, he turned his head for a moment to see Dinii—a mouthful of the man's shirt between her sharp teeth—tearing at the Gotal's clothing. She managed to bite off a good chunk of his shirt off, leaving his shoulder exposed. Drace lifted himself up and aimed a punch at the man's face, his right first seeking to make contact with the Gotal's face.

 

[The Storyteller]

Juke Box changes Tune

 

[Devrim Wolfe]

Mid way to his intended target, Devrim was interrupted — or rather, picked straight off his feet by a charging Mandalorian and slammed into a table some distance away. The weight of both broke it completely in half, sending splinters into the crowds nearby which roared in exhilaration at the brawl. Quickly freeing himself from the grasp of the Mandalorian, Devrim rose to his feet and stared down his attacker. Something about this particular one seemed...familiar. The Jedi peered closer.

"Koil?" he asked incredulously. Contrary to the vast majority of people in the room Devrim was hardly even buzzed — his drink had been smashed before he'd even had half of it. The only thing affecting him right now was adrenaline, and a hell of a lot of it. "You sonova—" he growled, tensing his muscles and pressing the attack. Grabbing his opponent by the shoulders, Devrim rammed his knee powerfully into Koil's stomach, followed by a shove strong enough to give the two men some distance.

"I heard you all like butting heads!" He called out to his opponent, striding forward and closing the distance. "How thick's that skull of yours?" Imbuing his own head with the Force so that it wouldn't shatter, he reared his head before smashing it forehead-to-forehead against Koil's helm. If the crimson and black helmet didn't have a spiderweb stress fracture between the eyes, Devrim would be shocked.

As it was, he certainly suffered from landing such a blow. The Jedi's head spinning despite not being addled by alcohol, he gripped it and moaned. He'd almost certainly have a goose egg there the next morning. Through his blurry vision, he caught sight of something he didn't expect — Leah (@Deviant) fighting Raz (@Sreeya). What on earth for? Grabbing a nearby stool for support, Devrim didn't hear much of their conversation. But the brawling had begun to take its toll on the club patrons, with half of them unconscious and the other half nursing their bruised fists triumphantly. Everything began quieting down, but Leah and Raz' screeching at each other didn't stop. It was then the Jedi Master dropped a verbal bomb for all to hear.

She loved Valentine.

Now this made Devrim raise an eyebrow. He'd heard how Leah had gone up one side of the Jedi Master and down the other at his tribunal. But then again, she had longingly reached out to Valentine as he decided to leave and bring back Arda. In fact, Devrim had seen Aurora's former Padawan earlier that evening — so clearly, the Jedi Master had gone into the belly of the beast and returned victorious. Perhaps that had further impressed Leah.

Not that Devrim cared personally — something that clearly couldn't be said of Crix (@Zay), whose facial expression needed no further words to describe his disappointment. "By the Force, I need another drink," he moaned. Hobbling back to the bar, he was confronted by someone drunk out of their minds and swinging their fists wildly. Devrim didn't care if this guy was a Mandalorian or Rebel anymore. Landing a solid punch to the man's face, he turned back to look at Koil Solus. "Bartender, get this man whatever he wants. On me." Collapsing back onto his swivelling bar chair, he pulled his stained jacket back on with a heavy sigh. "And a Cortyg brandy. With some fried corn chips on the side."

 

[Raz Solus]

Burk never disappointed with the drinks, and tonight was no different. He conjured up some strong shit that immediately hit her, “Nah, I’m dealing with enough broken things right now,” Raz reeled from the drink after guzzling it down, shaking her head and grimacing from the disgusting taste. It burned going down, and she felt it explode in her mind seconds later, “Daaaaaaamn,” She said slowly, happy to have the distraction. She looked to the side and spotted the Rebel Commander, properly beaten and bloodied up. Raz couldn’t help but crack a grin, clinking her glass against his, “Well I have more respect for you tonight than I ever have before, Commander,” She reached over and clapped him on the shoulder, “Oya!” She shouted before tossing back another shot of the strong stuff.

She looked over as Crix plopped down next to her. Now this was familiar, and they had been here many times before. She immediately caught the pained expression on his face, knowing him well enough to tell when something was bothering him. Did it have something to do with the dramatic declaration? Or maybe he just felt bad from getting socked in the face. After all, he wasn’t a Mando and didn’t engage in behavior like this all the time.

As he mentioned this not being as fun as New Concord, Raz simply grunted in response. She reached down and grabbed the pack of cigarra from his hip without even looking. It was the same shitty, cheap quality cigarra he always carried. She pulled one out and lit it, inhaling the oddly satisfying smoke before releasing it. Raz said nothing for a moment as he asked if she were good.

“I’ll live, man,” She muttered quietly, “I always do. Some things I can’t use guns or a Basilisk on, but still gotta fight through it all the same,” Raz tilted her head to look at him, “What about you, chief? You look like shit, and I’m not talking about your busted face.”

@Zay @Minuteman75 @Darasuum

 

[Koil Solus]

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He was not trying to keep the large man down and rose with him as splinters will still falling. Devrim got up before him and he had certainly sobriety on his side. The tree trunk of a leg came up to hit Koil's armored stomach. The strike did not outright hurt the man thanks to the armor plating and the growing buzz. Momentum still carried and Koil's body bent slightly with the blow before being pushed further away. He landed a right cross on Devrim's defined jaw during the shove. It was probably for the best considering he was not really used to holding back and at the moment he would have swung to knock him out. But the motion only would hurt as the two parrted.

He steadied himself easily with a few meters between them now. Koil could feel the fire in his chest and it was not just from the alcohol still working its way throughout his body. He knew it was reckless to let the drug to influence his decisions. But in this moment this was about as relaxed as he got. He would probably laugh about how he was most relaxed in a fight but for now he brought both of his fists up in front of him.

It would seem even the jedi were partaking in headbutts today. It was his second, or maybe third of the night. Crack, right between the Jaig Eyes. He shook his head back and forth for a moment, like a dog clearing its fur of moisture. The Echani's back was to what was happening at the bar, he was not paying attention to anything else. It was a dampened sense of awareness which he normally hated.

Several other rebels came in between him and Devrim while the man seemed to be observing something else going on. But Koil, underneath his helmet was smiling, punching and laying out anybody that came at him looking like they wanted to fight. Even one of his fellow Solus Clan members came at him and he laughed as he threw the man into a stool, cracking the wooden construction.

His shoulders rose and fell with his breaths. Koil was no small man in his own right. Rolling his neck and cracking his jaw he felt several joints crack. Devrim was distracted and while he liked the fight as a whole he did not want it to end quickly. If he had wanted that he would have had his shock boxing gloves, which lacked any limiters, activated. But it would turn out Devrim had lost whatever fire had been in him from before and walked over to the bar.

Koil stood amid the broken bits of the tables and chairs for a moment. None were around him, adrenaline still pumping and his Troupe blasting music in proximity to his head that he did not hear the juke box playing. Perhaps he had mist some other outburst or information. Either way, some part of him still wanted to fight with some one or something. Whether that was in the next few minutes or later that night he would find a way to exert himself.

As his heartbeat began to slow down and his breathing normalize he made his way to the bar next to Devrim and leaned on the bar. He grabbed a glass of half finished water with a straw and some type of citrus fruit in it and drank it all. It was as close to hydration as he was probably going to get at the moment. Looking at the fractured reflection of the mirrior behind the bar, Koil raised a hand to his helmet's forehead only to find some blood from Devrim's head on his helmet. Glancing over at the man he grabbed some untouched napkins and handed them to the man and pointed to his own head to indicate the injury. There was plenty of scattered ice for it too if the man wanted it.

Other than that Koil would motion for a cocktail of tihaar dawn, from Burkhart or whomever was serving this side of the bar. Daniel was no longer in his place where he had tossed his grenade and was now behind the bar. Looking over his shoulder he could hear the fight between Val and Leandros continuing to be waged. The following observation was that everyone else at the bar seemed to have settled down. "Did I miss something?" his brow furrowed in curiousity but also at the choice in music.

Not waiting for a response he walked over to the jukebox and stared at it, blinking at it like it was a droid who should have known better. Then a slow shake of his head. He pulled out some credit chips, despite his better judgement and chose the next song, and the next, and the next and quite a few more. Afterwards he slurped down the entirety of his drink and proceed to step on top of a chair and then one of the still working tables. "WHO THE BLOODY HELL WANTS TO DANCE!" Sober Koil did not dance, drunk Koil needed to either fight, make love or do something in between which in this case was dance and he was in no mood for the somber cloud hanging over the bar. His arms held out to each side, waiting for somebody, anybody to come over and take him up on the offer.

 

[The Eternal (?)]

The Mandalorian dodged the bottle and it was quite disappointing to Valentine. It was a waste of a good drink and he had hoped on wasting it on the man's shiny armour but he couldn't get everything he wished for. Never the less the warrior took off his helmet which shocked Val, not expecting such bravery and knowing those visors were like a Mando's first born to them. Leandros said he was tired of him talking and Val obliged, his punch now landing against the man's cheek and earning a glob of blood. But before he could pull his arm away and sluggish from the alcohol, Leandros tugged him closer and grabbed onto his other shoulder. Even in his state, he knew the fondness Mandalorians had for headbutting and as he arched his head back Val went off pure instinct.

Leandros was holding onto his shoulder but not his hand and Val shot his free one upward his head, catching his forehead directly in his palm and stopping it from knocking him out. While he held the man's head in his hand, Val used his precious seconds to launch another quick kick into his armoured stomach. It wasn't met to hurt him but create more distance between the two and restart the fight. Val shook his hand that had blocked the headbutt, feeling the pain blossom throughout it after taking the strike head on but it was a better outcome than getting slumped. Val stared at the Mando with another wicked grin on his face, "I assume that's the only time you actually use your head right?" He knew Leandros didn't like how much he talked so Val just kept on talking.

The Jedi stepped forward and ready to launch another strike towards the man but as he stepped past the hole in the wall he heard Leah's and Raz's voices. Val couldn't help but look over and saw that Raz had a chair in her hands, it lifted high in the air and ready to slam it down on Leah who looked worse for wear. Even in the bathroom, Val could hear the words uttered from Leah and it felt like his world was flipped upside down over and over. What? She was in love with him? It shook Val to his core, it nearly making his knees weak as he just stared at the two women facing each other off. Val didn't know what to make of the situation, the revelation a earth shattering bomb as one of his close friends and council members just professed their love for him.

But before he could process any more information, Val suddenly heard thundering steps and shouting as his gaze snapped to the bulldozing Mandalorian. There wasn't any time to react and when he collided with the Jedi it knocked the air out of his lungs, letting out a loud grunt as his feet slid across the ground and was taken with Leandros. He kept sliding until his back slammed into the mirror on the wall, the glass shattering as pieces fell on top of the both of them and onto the floor. Val's head had slammed into the wall and it had dazed him momentarily, causing him to shake his head and try to clear it as Leandros kept him pressed against the wall. The man was bent over as he had bulldozed Val into the wall and had his arms wrapped around him. Slipping his right arm out eventually, Leandros was still bent over and his neck was out in open view and a target. Not hesitating, Val brought his arm up before slamming his elbow down right in the middle of Leandros' neck. There was enough force in it that it would send them both to the ground if he got hit by it and would likely daze him for a good minute.

Val immediately rolled over with a groan, his clothing now cut up from being charged into some glass but that was the least on his mind right now. Without looking he reached up and grabbed onto a nearby sink, helping himself up as he held onto his head before stumbling over to the wall for support. He at first glanced at Leandros before to the hole that they created, knowing if he peeked through it he would instantly see Raz and Leah again. "...What the kriff is happening?" Val was mostly asking himself, too drunk to make sense of any of it.

@Painus

 

[Leandros Solus]

He reared back and prepared for a headbutt that this moron was more than deserving of, hoping to end the brief fight right there with a resounding crack. Unfortunately, that crack turned into a meaty smack, and Leandros opened his eyes to see Val’s extended hand keeping his head at bay. He knew the hit would jar him somewhat, but it would not do damage nearly on the scale that he was hoping to do. The Mandalorian bared his teeth and furrowed his brows shortly before receiving a swift kick to the gut. It separated the two for a moment, but Leandros was a man of principle and commitment – once he decided to do something, he was going to get it done. This particular instance meant that he was going to bulldoze this son of a bitch into the wall. ”Shut up,” he hissed again right before lowering his shoulder.

He charged forward and slammed into Val for the second time, ramming him directly into the mirrors. With a cacophonous clatter, the mirror exploded into glass fragments, peppering the two brawlers. Val’s head whipped back and into the wall, surely dazing him where his headbutt did not. He kept the pressure against him, pinning him against the wall as he brought his right arm back for a quick shot to his side. Before he could make contact, the Jedi rammed his elbow into Leandros’ neck with an audible pop. The Mandalorian kept ahold of his opponent, but crashed to the ground from the sudden strike to a highly-sensitive cluster of nerves.

Seeing stars for a few seconds, Leandros could not stop Val from shrimping away from him and getting up. A warmth ran down his cheek and he became acutely aware that a shard of glass had sliced upwards, opening the skin to let out a slow stream of blood down the side of his face. He groaned and rolled, pressing against the ground and staggering to his feet, stepping backwards a few times as the blow to his neck began to register. He rested his back against a closed stall door, staring daggers at Val, who was taking a break against the wall opposite him.

Val watched the hole they created, asking aloud the prime question of the night. Leandros spat on the ground and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, forgetting that there was blood dripping down it. ”You know exactly what’s going on,” he growled at Val, not taking his bloodshot eyes off the man, ”This was your plan all along. With her. With us.” His meaning behind the sentence was nebulous, though it made sense to him. He hated the way Val looked at Raz; he hated the way the media put them together; he hated the way he lied and tricked and did things for his own gain; he hated how he led to Raz being mutilated; but most importantly, he hated him because he didn’t love Raz the way that Leandros loved her.

Why was he thinking about this?

He glanced over towards the hole, able to see a bit more than Val based on his position, though he was not sure if those at the bar could see him. He flicked his gaze back to the dazed and confused Jedi, ”You will never be hers,” he slurred with a mixture of drunkenness, anger, and injury. Why was he saying all of this? He physically could not stop his body from saying these stupid things – it was acting independent of his rational mind. All he knew was that across from him was a man he had never met before and hated more than anyone.

@Orbit

 

[Alysanne Drast]

Alysanne's eyes widened as Leah spoke up, what was going on?!

But she didn't have long to think on that as Leah and the Mand'alor, Raz, she was called Raz, got into a full on shouting match. The next thing she knew there was a chair flying straight at her. And though she saw it coming, she found herself unable to move out of the way to avoid it, and it smacked with a loud crack against her head, face, and torso.

Maybe it was all the alcohol, or the complete confusion at the events unfolding around her, or simple stubborn stupidity, she just stood there as the chair broke around her, leaving her stunned, concussed, and with a painful ringing in her ears. When her ears finally stopped ringing she heard a voice speak out not too far from her, something about letting womanly emotions pass. Not really herself under the influence of a concussion, that infuriated her even more than it normally would have.

Stalking towards the source of the words, having recognized the voice somewhere in the depths of her mind, she found it surprisingly easy to open herself to the Force as she reached out and grabbed the guilty Gotal. But she was drunk, and concussed, and her control wasn't really what it normally would be. Instead of the Gotal, the Force wrapper around the PIPE that he carried and ripping it off of him, brought it flying towards her.

This time though, unlike the chair, she caught it. "Womanly Emotions?!" She all but shouted the words as she stalked towards Mig, slamming the weapon onto the ground besides him like you would a walking stick. Unfortunately for her it wasn't just a walking stick that she held in her hand, but a very, very, dangerous weapon. And it chose that moment to fire. The rocket at the tip of the weapon flew straight up with a loud roar, and slammed into the room's ceiling, which immediately exploded. Pieces of the ceiling crumbled apart and slammed down to the ground around her. She ignored them as they fell on her and those around her, but one landed on Mig, and still unaware of the fact that she had fired a rocket at the roof, Alys saw it as the Force itself admonishing the Gotal.

"How's that for womanly emotions?"

@Phoenix @Cazar @Dread

 

[Mig Cabra]

It was a good thing Mig wore his heavy armor. It seems he had walked into a brawl filled with womanly emotions. That was a danger even the great Mig could not avoid. Force attacks, punches, throws, charges, debris, and so forth all pummeled the poor little Gotal. Rather than stand up, move the debris off of himself, and fight back... Mig curled up into a ball on the floor and began to sob. Life was so unfair sometimes. When asked a question at the very end of it all by his friend Alysanne, he found the strength to answer her through the streaming tears and sobs.

"It is... a good example... friend." Mig said in response to her question, reassuring her that it was indeed a womanly emotion.

 

[Leah Reach]

Leah expected Raz to smash the stool across her face after everything she said and did. To her surprise, the Mandalorian dropped the seat in front of her, signaling her to sit down. She didn’t bother. While it was clear the other woman was done with brawling with her, Leah still stood defiant. Especially as she lectured the Jedi, believing she hadn’t already known better. Of course she did. Except, she didn’t. Raz was right. Valentine was always resistant, rebellious, confrontational. Leah learned that much since the months after the Dantooine tragedy. She realized he was not the kind of man to be so easily manipulated by some outsider. No matter how attractive she was under that mask or how strong she was under that armor. Valentine was his own man.

Not that it drastically changed Leah’s opinion of the Mand’alor. Her neck, back and knuckles ached. Their fight could not be so quickly forgiven, and neither could the drunken woman overcome her jealousy. Seriously, what did Val see in her? She struggled to understand and retreated into her own thoughts, wallowing in the leftover mesh that was her brain. Hard as she thought, Leah couldn’t chalk up an answer to Raz. The best she could do was stare at her, expressionless. Even when she slid a bottle of whiskey over, even when saved her from the last patron she stole from, even as she walked away, melting into the raucous crowd. Gone, leaving Leah to sit alone with her thoughts and a drink. Or just her thoughts, as she spitefully pushed the whiskey off the counter and watched it shatter on the floor.

Immediately, she regretted it. It only proved how petty she was being, how melodramatic she had been, and how low she brought herself down. That idea was only confirmed when she looked over and spotted Valentine staring through a hole in the wall. They locked eyes. Oh, shit— he heard. Embarrassed and humiliated, Leah instantly looked away and facepalmed. One hand pressed over her face, trying to hide herself from the situation, even though Valentine could still very clearly see her, she slumped in her seat and over the counter. She cursed under her breath. Leah hadn’t even really considered the idea of a relationship with Valentine, not after losing her husband. But she had suppressed those growing feelings, which were drunkenly released in the worst way possible.

Now, could she even consider herself a Jedi Master? After everything? Probably not. Did she care? Pretty much. Did she want to care? Not really. So, she decided to drown those thoughts and cares with some more alcohol. Something stronger. Once she noticed a small, and very potent, flask of liquor on the shelf behind the bar, Leah used the Force and pulled it over to her. With her right hand, still slippery with ale, she used the remnants of her dress as find traction on the bottle cap. A second later, she popped it off and drank. Her throat burned as she swallowed, immediately feeling the hit. Yeah, it was going to be a long night.

@Orbit

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

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It would seem there were more people coming, one after another saddling up to the bar having finished whatever escapade they had sought fit to participate in. He once again picked up the bottle of potent spirits and set out shot glasses. He quickly ran out and started using tumbler glasses for a few people but he doubted they cared at this point. Raz's comment was fair just as everyone deep seated desire to either keep the night going or forget the drama that was or just had transpired.

He looked up from his generous pouring, his thick cigara in between his canine teeth. What he saw was some pour sod getting curb stomped by jedi and mandalorians alike. He may as well asked if it was Leah and Raz's time of the month. Bad move if he had ever seen one and sealed his fate. He knew of men doing less and losing more from such comments. Burkhart threw back one of thhe shots for himself after everyone had their drink poured.

His Mand'alor was drawing the attention of both his own new friend, Crix and the leader of the Galactic Alliance, Hugo. No need for him to hover. He left the bottle between the three of them to split hoping they were smart enough to give themselves alcohol poison in the next few seconds. Burkhart rinsed his glass of the alcohol he had just consumed and moved down the bar to stand in frot of the clearly troubled Leah. (@Deviant ) .

"Ya kno tha's tha second tyme someone's taken a bottle froom behind tha bar with tha force tanight. The first lad I would've decked if he hadn't been..." He looked over towards where Leandros had flown into the bathroom with Val before continuing his sentence. "... taken." He took the bottle from Leah but not to stop her from drinking or making her pay. Instead he poured some of the alcohol in his own glass along with a few cubes of ice to keep his raised body temperature from going any further.

"Ya know what my fatheer said to me once?" It was a rhetorical question since he doubted Leah had even heard of either of his fathers, the fake one or the real one. Clearing his throat he made a slightly huskier voice to immitate the wisened man. "... Burk'ika, there are things a person will tell their bartender they won't tell their psychiatrist, therapist, doctor, lover, or anybody else. It's your job to make sure that you're not just pouring the booze but listening to what people have to say." With that he chuckled at his own piss pour impression of the man and proceeded to sip his drink. The droid was moving around to helping any other customers for the time being. But the Morlings words had been said to open the door if Leah wanted to get something off her chest. He was a fairly non-biased person, or at least maybe that was his biased opinion of himself. Either way he only stated some family wisdom and would not go so far as to directly ask for the red headed woman to unload any baggage.

@Sreeya @Deviant @Minuteman75 @Vosrik​

 

[Drace Solus]

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He managed to get one punch in before the Gotal curled into a fetal position and started crying. Everyone seemed to back off the rebel—likely shocked by his sudden breakdown—except for Dinii, who was still trying to tear his shirt off of him. "Dinii," the Mandalorian called, his voice stern. The badger instantly stopped biting and looked at him. "No." She backed off, padding over to Drace and rubbing her head against his leg as he rose.

He held a hand out for the Gotal, feeling a little bad. Maybe he hadn't meant it that way. Everyone was drunk, and formulating sentences was difficult, and Drace had jumped to conclusions pretty quickly. He lifted up the poor bastard and pat him on the back. "I'm sure he didn't mean it that way," he said, turning his head toward the other assaulters. "Let's get you a drink." It was as much him making up for the attack as it was him trying to keep the Gotal out of any further trouble. Bar fights were clearly not a good place for this man.

The two would sit down a few meters from the bar, Drace lifting up a table off the floor and setting it in front of the two. He lifted two fingers up to the bartending droid, and a few moments later there were two mugs of beer set before them.

@Cazar