Proletariat Lounge 4: the Profiteers of Onderon

[Phantom]

Allister caught Diva blowing him a kiss out of the corner of his eye, throwing her a slight wink she probably missed, he scanned the room. Allister only rolled his eyes at Prudii, not bothering to interfere, Diva could mop the floor with this mando, especially if both of them were drunk. What interested him more was Evie and Caed, he had obviously seen them come in. He'd be stupid of he missed the kilt, damn, what was he thinking? But Obviously the alcohol hadn't gone to his head too much already, seeing as he tried to talk some sense into Prudii.

He walked up to Evie, standing next to her and saying, "I think I'm beginning to like your boyfriend. He's level-headed even when drunk, that's a rarity. So? How have you been?" It didn't take an idiot to tell that Evie felt something for Caed, not to mention he could read people pretty well with the force. "Do you know him?" He asked Evie, gesturing to Prudii.

 

[Arcangel]

Watching Evie blush as he reminded the woman of her behavior on the way to the club, he chuckled before responding. "Maybe we can, if you can afford a private dance." He said in jest, nudging her ribs lightly with his elbow. "And can you really blame me for forgetting? You were being rather distracting." He laugh again as he thought back to the cab ride over. He half expected Evie to turn another few shades of red. "Hey! There's no blasters yet. Give it five minutes at least before the bolts start flying." Smirking as he heard her mutter about kriffing Mando's under her breath. He didn't expect her to understand the life they led. Hell sometimes he barely understood it himself. But it was the way he had been raised and he didn't think he would want to live any other way.

Looking from Diva to Prudii, and back to Diva, Caedryn raised an eyebrow at the Bounty Hunter as she stretched in preparation for a fight. He couldn't help but notice the lack of unmarred skin on her body. Her scarred flesh spoke of a lifetime of strife and conflict. She was a woman who could clearly handle herself, and she seemed game for a fight. Turning back to Prudii he grabbed the man by the shoulder with one hand. "Listen Prudii. You get one round. After that. You drop it." He said in a deadly serious tone while holding his other hand forward, open palm up like he was expecting to be handed something. "Gunbelt." Motioning at the mans blaster and vibroknife with his hand, fully expecting comliance. "She was just doing a job, just like you whenever you go out in the field. It was nothing personal. We are all professionals here. Are you a professional?"

Without waiting to hear an answer, he would let the man ponder the question as he turned back to the bar, strapping Prudii's gunbelt to his own waist as he went. Taking a spot in between Evie and Bardan, he leaned casually against the bar and retrieving his mug of rum. Leaning into Bardan for a moment he spoke in the mans ear. "Why do i even try?" Taking a deep swig of his rum, he reached an arm around Evie and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her up against him. "Looks like we get drinks and a show!" he shouted over he music, which suddenly filled the room as a loud siren blared before the word "FIGHT!" pounded through the club, followed by the beat dropping and the area where Diva and Prudii stood being lit up by multicolored spotlights.

@Diva Tumi @Megilwen @Prudence @Bardan Kex

 

[Lucy Lou]

Evie blushed further as he continued to remind her of the cab ride over. She was about to respond and remind him it was he who'd chosen to wear the kilt, but she didn't have a chance as they made it up the stairs and headed over to join Diva at the bar. Then chaos, like she'd learned to expect when she was dealing with this group. It wasn't really that all surprising anymore. "Thanks." She said to Diva as she deftly caught the bottle, before she turned to take care of the drunken Prudii. This was the second time that Prudii and Diva had a run in and Evie was starting to wonder if this was going to be a trend. Caed was taking care of Prudii, Diva was getting ready to fight him, and her brother came over to the bar to join her.

She flashed a smile at him as she took her drink from the bartender, only to nearly spit it out as he made a comment about Caed being her boyfriend. Is that what people thought? She didn't think she and Caed were quite to that level yet, though what did that exactly make them? She decided it was better to think about later, not in the middle of a night full of drinking. "I've been well, still recovering from a few minor injuries from the battles on Onderon. Nothing worrisome. And you?" She said though she probably would have blown off broken bones and more. She glanced up as Allister as he looked at Prudii. "Aye, we've worked together before." She said the word work in a questioning tone. She wasn't exactly sure what to fill about this. "Prudii is.....special." Was all that she ended up saying in the end.

It was then that she felt an arm snake around her waist, surprising her slightly as Caed pulled her close causing her drink to slosh in her glass. "Carefu of the alcohol!" She protested with a slightly laugh at Caed as she turned her head toward him. This brought her attention back to Prudii and Diva, whom both appeared to be ready to fight. Well Diva seemed ready, Prudii seemed...drunk. "Looks like your boss is going to fight him after all." She directed to Allister, before she took a drink leaning lightly against Caed. "I see you found a blaster after all." She said softly to Caed bumping her hip against his lightly. She half watched what was happening between Diva and Prudii, and between Caed and Allister.

 

[Diva]

Ew Jason, get yourself together man...

It was more than a little ironic to see Diva of all people turned off by anyone's inebriation, yet here we were. While she had confidence in the hunters she worked with, Mr. Bates was currently a liability in a head on fight. She batted him away absently and barked a quick order over her shoulder, which the bartender (Bonto) swiftly obliged.

Bonto, get him a wake up call please...


A moment later a bubbling, syrupy red shot was slapped in front of Jason, consisting of Krayt Pepper hot sauce, 151 Chandrillan moonshine, Glitterstim, brine, and a few other potent ingredients. While that was dealt with, Diva, cleary still on guard and making a show of it, took a pass back and placed an arm as casually as she could on the bar between Caed and Evie, and Braden and Xaya, She threw Kex a wink for his support, and watched as Caed stripped his personal dunce of his gun belt. Throw a bottle at her and try to back down? She couldn't help but taunt him...

Wow....all that piss in you and you quit that easy? No wonder she put herself in the cuffs....

She feined looking at a watch on Braden's wrist.

tsk tsk tsk...it's been about 4 and a half hours since two Sith took her off my hands, what would you guess they did when they found that pretty little ring on her finger?


Diva's grin did a devasting job of conveying her own speculation on the answer to that ominous question. Nobody ran up on her with threats like that, and just got to change their mind, certianly not without a decent apology. She studied his angry eyes carefully. It wasn't long before the whole room had caught on and began to holler for blows to be exchanged. Even the DJ pandered towards the atmosphere brewing...Diva fights were considered real showstoppers at the proletarit. As the chants rose, and new music begaan to thumb against their hearts, bets were already exchanging hands. Glancing back and forth over the modest crowd in their balcony, she playfully addressesd Evie, Caed, Xaya, and Kraden, but with a very public voice, and without taking her eyes of Kyramud.

GIVE IT A REST PEOPLE! Prudii doesn't waaaaaannnnaaa anymore...shows over!

General "booing" took over. In an instant Diva dropped every centimeter of her mocking fascade, and her eyes turned cold. Though those around might be abe to hear, she was speaking to him and him alone now.

You want your pride? or you want your wife, Kyramud? cause both are running out of time.

 

[Prudence]

mood

The words had barely left the woman's mouth before everything turned red. Her words hit him like a tidal wave of rage, each new thought boiling his blood even further than the previous. His fists were clenching at his sides, and his jaw was tightening so much that the muscles and veins on the side of his head could be seen flexing. Diva was so proud of herself, grinning, and her ego was even further stroked by the DJ and the Proletariat patrons that were trying to turn this into a spectacle. She had gotten about as far as "Prudii doesn't wa-" when he snapped forward, fast enough and with enough force that the woman very likely wouldn't be able to avoid or block his advances. He reached for her throat, and should his hands connect, would lift her off the ground by her throat and slam her into the bar. The small alien woman's best bet would be to kick out at Prudii and attempt to break free, rather than prevent the attack all together.

"I'm going to wipe that smug ass smile off your face, I'll show you where all that piss went to."

 

[Richie B.]

Jason felt bad about not getting to fight, of course when Diva told him to get a hold of himself so as she sent him off to grab whatever drink he was suppose to drink. He waved back and forth before getting to the counter were the, liquid, because Jason was pretty damn sure if a health inspector were to look at this, he would say this was more a bomb than anything drinkable. But of course not giving a damn, Jason grabbed it with his right hand and downing it with one gulp.

Which almost killed Jason, or at least he would swear that it almost did, as he coughed and beat his chest a bit to hopefully help the liquid go down, of course he was instantly more sober. Though if he would have been stabbed, Jason was sure it would have had the same effect, and as he turned back to the Prudii and diva situation it finally turned out the way he wanted.

Though no longer drunk didn't mean he wasn't interested in a bit of a brawl especially with a idiot like Prudii apparently was if he thought picking a fight with someone in the middle of their territory was a smart move.

So grabbing the shot glass in his hand, and with a bit more accuracy than before, just as Prudii was lunging and close to Diva, Jason throw the shot glass right for his temple, hoping that it did not negatively affect Diva. And it caused Prudii some pain so the fight would go there way, it was a fist fight, and Jason was fine with playing a bit dirty if it meant he got to be the one that can laugh harder once the punching and kicking stopped.

@Prudence

 

[The New Guy]

Seeing as Prudii had ignored his offered drink, Chos chugged it down, set it on the bar and took a step back. He watched as Caed disarmed Prudii and could almost physically feel the tension within the room. There was some discussion about the angered Mandalorian's wife, fiancé? It didn't really matter. He was enjoying the tense atmosphere, it was getting him pumped. He wandered over to the opposite side of the bar to get some more rum, sensing he'd need to be as drunk as possible should there be an incoming brawl.

When he returned, his suspicions had almost completely been confirmed. There was shattered glass on the floor, there was a crowd gathered, and Prudii and Diva both looked like they were about to exchange punches. That's when he saw Prudii reach for the Guild leader's throat and saw a shot glass being thrown at Prudii. Chos didn't think to stop the glass, but instead he turned his attention to the thrower. It was some brown haired guy in a trench coat, whom he assumed was with the Guild. He took his jacket off, set it on a chair and nonchalantly walked over to the thrower. That's when he tapped the man on the shoulder to get his attention, and raised his knee with extreme force intended for the man's nether region.

@Benvenu7

 

[Diva]

For better, or for worse, Diva Tumi had spent the better part of the last decade picking her fights. Far to often she had been the fish, easily baited and drawn into a bad situation by having her pride, and emotions exploited by some asshole who knew he could play the wild young girl she was like a cheap quittar. It took Diva more nights than she could remember, left bloody and near dead in dirty refresher, for her to learn her lesson. Call her petty, and she may agree, but nowadays Diva Tumi enjoyed being the fisherman.

Looks like she caught herself a marlin.

Diva watched him wriggle, watched carefully as the the veins in his eyes filled with blood and his temples throbbed. She had shifted a step away to put the bar behind her and buy the extra room she needed needed to manuever. When he finally bit the line, she was waiting. As he launched into action, her right leg slid behind her left and took her weight. Her head and torso turned with the move, removing herself from the path of his heavy hand, and to the outside. To his credit, he was faster than she thought, and if he had surpised her from closer, she may not have been so smug as his hand passed through the air a dozen or so centimeters from her throat. Unfortunately, she had been ready, and in his rage he had flung himself toward her with such speed and force, that the momentum intended for her would now be his undoing. Just what she had hoped for.

Her left leg snapped out and drove through the side of his right kneecap. A gymnast since she could walk and heavy footed Theelin, a straight kick from Diva Tumi was quite literally devastating. At the very least it would force the leg to buckle like a toothpick under an Akk hound and eliminate his stabilty. Once that connected his body would continue moving forward and down, so all it took was durasteel fingers to catch the back of his head, and throw her wieght behind it to drive his face to the cold metal bar already in his path. Now Diva may not have beat Kyramud at arm wrestling, but she had more than enough muscle to turn his angry lunge into a broken nose, concusion, or a fracture on a direct connection with the bar.

Once her left leg was on the ground behind him, Diva skittered away backwards several steps to put some solid distance bewtween them, all the while dancing on gaurd in a light footed mixed martial stance. The odds of an effective recovery seemed slim, but she was waiting with a grin. No longer mocking him, nor gloating, just exhilerated. Well, maybe a little lite taunting; he had, again, made it to easy:

In your PANTS? Is that where it all went? Evie, Kex, Xaya....you smell anything?


@Arclight @Megilwen @Bardan Kex @Xaya

 

[Prudence]

Prudii had been lunging towards Diva when suddenly his head was swimming with pain and confusion, and he stumbled a few steps to the side. This caused him to miss a series of attacks that Diva had launched against him. He reached a hand to his head and felt, his fingers sinking into a wet patch of blood and broken glass. He held the hand infront of his face and was confused as to what was going on. He could see the white stars encroaching on his vision and he began stumbling away from the bar.

His stomach heaving, Prudii managed to hold off until he was out of the club to hurl onto the ground. His night of partying was over, though that wasn't to say he wouldn't find other things to do this night.

/thread exit.

 

[Richie B.]

Jason watched as the glass shot hit the poor baby Prudii in the head, which did get the bounty hunters blood pumping, made the man sad to see the mando quit so soon. If the man was so quick to fold it was a shock that he had a wife at all, at least from what the hunter heard, though he could be wrong. Jason was hoping for a fight and would love any excuse for one, the shot only giving him a bit more energy and making him think it cleared his head when in fact just made the bounty hunter less able to think properly. So feeling the tap on his shoulder the hunter did the only thing that came natural, turning ever so slightly but also swinging his right elbow directly into the face of whoever it was attempting to get his attention.

Jason didn't care who it was considering he was drunk very clearly and was looking for a fight, so whoever it was that decided to get his attention really had this coming. Now of course he didn't turn all the way just enough to give his right elbow a bit more force into the blow, but of course the bounty hunter wouldn't know of the kick if it was still coming, which would hit around his hip. Making Jason yelp in pain and going to the floor though no doubt the man attacking him would join him.

Though the bounty hunter was in pain he was ready and Jason going to enjoy the fight that was to come.

@Cinereous

 

[The New Guy]

It was not a wise idea to attack a person who was not only drunk, but had some serious spice running through his veins. Of course, Chos didn't know this, so he didn't expect the elbow that came flying at him, catching him in the jaw. He could take a punch though, so it simply resulted in him grunting in pain, kicking the man's hip, and wobbling back a little from the attack. He ran his hand over his jaw and saw his opponent on the floor. Then he looked around to find Prudii, seeking the man's approval; he wasn't there.

Why am I sticking my kriffing neck out for somebody who's just gonna leave? he thought. Regardless, he was in this fight now and he had to finish it. As a professional courtesy he offered his hand to his opponent to help him back up. Once he was up, Chos sent one fist at the man's face, expecting it to be caught. While is distracting punch was in motion, he sent his right hand to jab the man in the gut.

@Richie B.

 

[Bardan Kex]

Though a part of him honestly really had wanted to take a stand with Prudii during the fight ultimately he'd thought better of it. He was after all here as a guest and too be fair the matter was mostly between the Huntress and the Dog, who shouldnt have made the attempt drunk. He would slide down a couple of chairs, not wanting to be in the way and not seeking the attention of Diva's followers who might have wanted to follow her example of a brawl with a Mando. He kept his back to the fight, not really wanting to watch what was coming, he'd down another drink and order up another shaking his head at the noise behind him. A loud series of thumps and crashes told him all he needed to know, the fight was over. Diva's voice would quickly confirm that deduction, and Bardan would turn in his stool to see the two of them as the still standing Huntress him and several of the others near by. Before he could get up Prudii was already on his way out the door having decided discretion was the better part of valor, he had no doubt that it would not be the last time his friend would confront the woman over the bounty. He gestured for the bartender to get him a glass of what ever that stuff Diva had been drinking was. His own glass in hand and the glass for her in the other he'd maneuver around the other fight between the two drunks.

"You'll hear from him again you know. The Mad Dog has a memory for this sorta thing." he'd say as he stepped next to the woman and held a drink out for her. "Thirsty?"

@Diva Tumi

 

[Richie B.]

Jason was glad that his elbow connected to the man, though of course he would have hoped for a better hit, but so long as they could continue to fight that was all Jason cared for. So as he looked and notice the guy willing to help him up, no doubt a sign of trying to be courtesy but this was a bar fight so the guy was really either stupid or expected to much from a drunk man. So as the kid gave Jason a hand up the bounty hunter decided to use that to his advantage.

Moving his legs to help him get up, as soon as their hands connected, Jason's left hand, the bounty hunter moved in for the attack, pulling him up with a strong grip while also jumping on his good leg. Jason was a bit heavier than the his opponent so the sudden weight on one arm should force the kid to loss his balance. As Jason aimed his head at Chos's chin using the force of jumping and pulling the guy down to deliver a heavy blow. Considering the guy wasn't going to attack until after Jason got up he should have success in landing the blow.

Once done Jason still holding onto Chos's wrist would pull it again after getting up again, though his right leg hurt he was able to at least put some weight on it. Thankfully being drunk made the bounty hunter not really notice it, and as Chos who would have been still reeling from the head butt closer, Jason would swing his right hand for Chos's soft stomach. Hoping that this combo attack would be enough, the punch was aimed just above the belly button.

The whole time Jason would be smiling and laughing every so often, enjoying his time with this man even though he didn't really know him. Maybe after this was done Jason would attempt to hit on him, with words but for now, their foreplay was with their fists and body.

@Cinereous

 

[The New Guy]

Chos entirely forgot he was in a bar fight. Why he decided to help the man up was beyond him. Before he could deliver his feigned jabs, he was pulled downwards by his opponent's weight. As he fell, he felt his chin connect with a hard blow, enough to make him a little dizzy as he fell down. He didn't fall down all the way, as Jason was still grabbing on to his wrist. Chos began to get up as his opponent sent a fist flying at him. He caught the fist in the palm of his left hand and twisted his hand, hoping to twist Jason's forearm to inflict some pain. While Jason's fist was still in his hand, he quickly turned to a passing waitress and asked for a the heaviest drink they had; he was gonna need it. He quickly turned his attention back towards the opponent and swung his right leg towards the back of Jason's right knee. Should the kick land, it would be enough to bring his opponent's lame leg down; and maybe bring Jason down entirely.

@Richie B.

 

[Breezy Breezer]

The Proloteriate Lounge, one of the finer decadent venues in the Galaxy. Breezy (The dopest Geezer outside of Hutta) made his way through the crowd, kissing a few patrons on the cheek in the old Corellian style as he did so. Drinks found themselves pressed into his hands, consumed in moments, as in a drunken stupor he made his way to the stage.

This arena of musical excellence, this palace of organic flow - the stage.

His partner (singing, Breezy never tied himself down) was already on stage, the Yuzzem warming up for a serious amount of warbling. Spying Diva Tumi across the club floor, Breezy blew her a kiss, before spotting another. Prudii Kyramuund.

He offered a light nod, implication as heavy as a Bantha, as he picked up the electronic Jangler from its stand. This song needed no introduction, having been his most recent release; written in Yazzem style. "Narh-Huuuuuutgh!" It was called, a beautiful tune that demanded confident warbling and fondelgast from the singer.

With panache, he blasted out the open cord, and allowed his fellow band member, the lead and only singer to commence. The first cord blared, he took a death stick and lit it, adding it to his almost bottomless bar tab.

It was time, to jangle.

 

[Yum Kaboom]

Yum couldn't believe he was actually in the Proletariat Lounge. It was the finest establishment he has ever been to, and he had already sung in places like the "Drunken' Dump" and "Sailor's Piss", a very successful cantinas in the Outer Rim. But this was something new, something different. While only one or two people recognised him, the rising star didn't see as a discouragement - in fact, quite the opposite. This was an opportunity.

And, the most important thing of all, he was to preform with Breezy Breezer, the hippiest hippy of this Galaxy, a legend to be behold and an honour beyond all. This myth amongst the music was to be his fellow band member, and the Yuzzum was so excited that he barely resisted taking out his walking stick and causing several "accidents". He took a deep breath as Breezy approached the stage, and all nervosity left him after Breezy played the first chord. It was time to jangle, and this is what Yum truly enjoyed, even more than striped socks. With another deep breath, he started warbling this newest hit from the legend besides him. He warbled high, he warbled low. He let the waves of music be his instrument and the floor of lounge his stage as he sang, doing a dangerous and almost blurry dance, impressing many people in the audience. What a beautiful evening. What a time to be alive.

 

[DancingFox]

Chaos holds an odd sort of attraction to the Nalroni known as Ra'jhan. As a member of the Accord, he was often called in to destroy Chaos and restore Order, but it wasn't by choice. If falling away back to his old days of bloodletting and lawbreaking had been a reasonable option, he might've taken it, but his brother had him by the sack for the time being. Still, small pleasures still remained, drink, women, men, and the age old sport of knocking each other's teeth out for slight displeasures. He allowed himself a small internal smile for himself, and then put on his game face as he entered the establishment known as the Proletariat Lounge.

The guards found little in the way of weapons concealed on his lithe frame. All he had brought was the single electrofoil that he had received for 'his service to the H'skirr Clan' belted at his waist, and looking quite elegant. It was more of a conversation piece than anything, that and the delicate designs worked in precious metals along with the single multi-hued gem set into the pommel complimented his outfit. Said outfit was composed of a tight fitting vest that hugged the contours of his lithe and lean muscled body where it bothered to cover at all. His midriff and a broad strip of lightly furred chest were left open to be admired... Lower, his clothing consisted of two long hanging strips of silk suspended from a belt of linked golden loops that made an admirable effort to conceal his nethers. They actually succeeded for the most part. The entire ensemble shifted colors iridescently when he stepped into the light, and it was only slightly ruined by the Accord symbol pinned to his left breast.

It was /this/ outrageous display that swaggered his way up the stairs to the second level with feline grace, opened his mouth and spread his arms as if to make a grand proclamation, and then realized that his potential admirers were either ensorceled by the musical pair that had just taken center stage, or engaged in an unsubtle display of manliness upon the floor. He let his arms slowly fall and placed them on his hips as he glared at the disturbance, shook his head, and moved to the bar, ordering an expensive shot of Correllian Whiskey and directions to the lady of the house.

That would be @Diva Tumi to whom he gave a wicked smile, displaying far too many sharp teeth in predatory pleasure. Fingers waggled in greeting, and if given the green light, so to speak, he'd sway his way over with his drink and offer her the most polite of bows.

"I believe we have some mutually beneficial business to discuss, my lady," he'd ask, rather than state, in a voice that was surprisingly light and feminine for his build and apparent gender.

 

[Diva]

Mad Dog, eh?

Diva was glaring at the pitiful excuse for a bucket head that just crawled out in to the night. She was sure she could count on a Mando with that much mouth to see things through when he started them, just looking for some fun and a new drinking buddy after she had shown him unprecedented professional curtousy regarding his fiance. Impulsively she reached for her gun belt on the bar, but Kyramud was spared by the wonderful wiggling waver of one wistful wind, and the "woah momma" warbling of his new songster. Combined with the impressive timing of this Kex fellow, she let it roll of her shoulder with unusual ease, andafter securing her belt once more, took the man up on that drink.


Is that because he is all bark, no bite?

She took a slow and dainty sip of that smokey, licorice flavored drink she loved so much. Diva didn't often have an eye for men, but Bardan had swooped in while her ire was up, and something about his obviously much-to-cocky attitude and rough edges proved pleasantly distracting. Then again it could just be Breezy's tune. She recieved the janglers affection by snatching his sweet kiss out of the air and pressing it to her chest. She might have to join him onstage later...

Or because his tail seems always between his legs?


There was still more than a little bitter gnawing at her words, but she managed to throw Kex a smile that said "don't go anywhere". Diva opened up their conversation to include Caed and Evelyn, who for some reason were now rather delicious looking themselves...Oh right. Her blood was bubbling now, and she had been enjoying pure "Hoth Snow" spice.. Without a fight to take her steam, she was apperently already seeking..another outlet.....

As she adressed the group she pulled a neatly folded piece of laminant paper out of her athletic bra, and pressed it into Evie's palm with her own, lingering much longer than necessary.

Caed, you might want to put the mad dog out to pasture...doesn't look like he's much good anymore...

She giggled softly at how many clever jokes she had managed to wring out of that nickname. Still holding Evie's hand with the wicked satisfaction of a fox who just found a full nest of ducklings..


....And Evelyn dear, we really should get to know each other better, I wrote down some ideas... time and place sort of things. Let me know how they work.

While the folded laminate did indeed have several time and place suggestions, the other "ideas" mentioned was an order.

"2 crates of Harlaw Carbines,
1 box Gratia pistols"

Lighting a spicewood cigerra and going right back to her drink, Diva was caught completely of gaurd by someone new. Not just new, but tall, svelt, and decidedly canince. For a plit second she believed herself to be haunted by some spirit for all the lupine wisecracks she had just made. If he was a cruel god of humor, he was magnificently dressed for it. Diva drank him in over a long first drag on her cigerra. When he spoke, she was doubly surprised, and exhaled an enourmous cloud of crimson pine scented smoke in his face.

Buisiness for me? Well there just ain't no damn rest for the wicked tonight is there. You gonna introduce yourself to me and my friends gypsy?



@Bardan Kex @Arclight @Megilwen @DancingFox

 

[Croft M. Ashford]

Croft M. Ashford was a heavy drinker, there's no denying that. Whiskey was his drink of choice and he sat upright at the bar taking sips out of an expensive piece of glassware, his third drink so far. Technically, he didn't really belong there. Everyone around him was celebrating after the operation on Onderon, but at 62, the only operation he was likely to have would be on his hip! He chuckled at his own joke, finishing his malt with a swift gulp. He put the glass down and began to survey the room. In the centre of the room stood a Theelin by the name of Diva Tumi, or at least that's what he assumed, going on the number of people crowded around her vying for her attention. Leader of the prestigious Bounty Hunters Guild, she held a lot of sway in the criminal underworld of Coruscant, but if first impressions were anything to go by, Croft was not impressed. He was always a much bigger fan of the down to earth type of girl, with a strong grounding in reality and an ego smaller than a large moon, but those kinds of people were hard to come by in these parts of the Galaxy.

Maybe I should have joined the Republic.

Croft's gaze trailed over to the guys fighting in the corner. One bent down, offering the other a hand, which waa quickly and rudely declined. He chuckled. There was something about the idea of letting yourself go that appealed massively to Croft, but he was fourty years too late and much too boring to try. That last whiskey would have to do for tonight, because this party was not about celebrating for Croft, it was about networking.

Of course, to get a conversation with the Theelin herself he may have had to wait in a substantial queue, but there were plenty of other very important people who he had a great amount of interest talking too, just as long as he could dodge the drunkards and the spice dealers first. For now he bided his time.

One more glass couldn't hurt.

 

[Richie B.]

Jason was shocked that the man recover so quickly, but the hunter wouldn't want anything less. So as the pain of having his arm twisted, Jason started considered maybe backing out but he just grinned his teeth and kept on trucking for now. Though it seemed the mando would continue to let himself get distracted, this time with a cute little waitress with a skimpy outfit. So as the mando spoke with the waitress the hunter took his chance, sure he was kind of being rude but idiot was just asking to get smacked. Of course Jason didn't really care if he was being rude, he was drunk, having a good time, and in a fight.

So as the fool decided to talk, Jason pulled the man closer with Jason's left arm, gripping the wrist of the mando. While this was happening Jason took a step forward, and use his head to smack into the opponents face, if the man didn't turn back to face Jason, the guy's cheek will take the blunt of it. If the man did turn looking back at Jason. Well his noise would take the full force of the head-butt, which no doubt would cause bleeding, lots of pain and will hopefully loosen the man's gripe on his right hand. Jason would start trying to pull back his right hand away from the mando's as soon as he started pulling the mando closer. If he didn't get it freed, Jason would continue to deliver as much punishment as possible to the mando, to get his hand back.

But even with the pain, the desire to fight, he was still having a good time and figured after this was all over. If maybe he could see about given different kind of bruises to the mando.

"Whoever losses pays for the drinks." Jason said, winking at his opponent attempting to speak with a joking tone, hoping to come off as flirting, but in his drunken state it could have been seen as something else entirely.

@Cinereous