Proletariat Lounge 4: the Profiteers of Onderon

[The New Guy]

Once again Chos was interrupted by his opponent as he took advantage of him being distracted by a passing waitress. He felt the man's blunt head hit him again, but this time in the cheek. Thankfully he hadn't turned, which would've landed him a broken nose. While he recovered from the hit to the cheek, his opponent tried to pull him in closer. Chos let go of Jason and put both his fists up, re-obtaining his defensive stance.

"Whoever losses pays for the drinks."

He eased himself for a bit. "Or, we could just drink. I don't see any point in fighting, Prudii wimped out. I'm more mad at him than I am at you." He looked behind him and noticed the waitress from earlier approaching. "Make up your mind."

@Richie B.

 

[Arcangel]

Watching Diva taunt the Mad Dog to great effect, Caedryn frowned as a shot glass came out of nowhere and broke on the side of Prudii's head. So unsporting. Prudii stumbled out of the club without a word, holding the side of his head. Dissapointed, Caedryn turned to watch the other fight that had broken out between Chos and another bounty hunter. Glancing back at Diva, he caught her staring at himself and Evie with a hungry glint in her eye. Winking at the woman, he chuckled at her joke and took a sip of rum before responding. "He will spring back, he always does."

Raising an eyebrow at Evie when his observant eye caught a slip of paper being passed between the two woman, he waited until Diva was distracted by a newcomer before sidling up closer to Evie and giving her a light kiss on the neck. "Something i should know?" he whispered in her ear before drawing back to sip at the rum in his hand.

 

[Lucy Lou]

Evie was generally uninterested in the barfights, both the one between Prudii and Diva and the one between Chos and the other bounty hunter that she really didn't know. The smuggler didn't exactly care about physical displays of power, she was much more impressed by a show of intellect. Most physical brutes, could be "outsmarted" a few correct words here or there and a fight was won. It was the words that she paid attention to, it was Diva's words that won the fight. The woman couldn't help but feel a little bad for Prudii as he turned and ran. He was already drunk and he was sure to get into trouble. She could only hope that he went to sleep it off.

Shrugging it off, she turned as Diva approached the group again. The look in Diva's eyes, sent a shiver down the woman's spine. There was something predatory there as if she was the Theelin's next target. Caed took the hungered look in stride winking and commenting that Prudii would be fine. As Diva's hand found hers, a piece of laminated paper being passed between them, Evie thought she had a good understanding of what the Guildmistress's ideas would be, however, the lingering press of their hands together the smuggler began to reconsider exactly what it was Diva had planned. Her hand was released and Evie took a peek at the slip of paper before slipping it into the pocket of her vest, giving Diva a nod. "Looks good."

Then as quickly as Diva's attention had turned to them, it was turned else where, focusing on an flashily dressed canine looking gentleman. Evie recognized him from the Accord and found herself curious about the business he had for the Theelin, but she was distracted from the thought as Caed moved closer to her. She shivered slightly as his lips kissed at her neck inquiring in a quiet whisper after what had transpired between her and Diva. Stealing his drink from his hand, the woman took a swallow of the rum. "Nothing to worry about." She responded back softly with a smirk. She knew where to get the weapons in question and a simple conversation with Bria would make it easy enough for her to get them. This would probably be the safest job she'd done in a long while. She passed back over his drink. "Jealous?" She teased. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed an older gentleman that seemed familiar though she wasn't quite able to place.

 

[Bardan Kex]

For the time he'd resist any retort on Prudii's behalf, truth was the man was typically good in a fight and Bardan chalked up giving up so easily tonight as a result of being unbalanced by his fiancee's bounty and the alcohol. "How ever you want to interpret it sweetheart."

Catching the look and smile Diva shot him, he'd pick up somewhat on what the look seemed to be suggesting, though who could tell with this woman. He'd move only a few steps away back to the bar, where he'd lean on it for some support as he'd look back over the main floor of the club. The band was pretty good and seemed to have the bulk of those 'common' folk distracted again and no longer dwelling on the fight. For now he'd people watch noting threats, both actual and in regards to companionship, as well as look for anyone else who might catch his eye. Paying little attention to the secondary fight between the other Hunter and Chosen.

 

[DancingFox]

The wolf, or, more appropriately, jackal, in sheep's clothing had tried his best to conceal the cold eyed warrior beneath a glittering facade of extravagance and a light veneer of sophistication. However, the discerning eye could catch glimpses of Ra'jhan's unyielding core of steel beneath the mask of excess. It was seen in the warmth that didn't quite reach his eyes, in the way his hand casually stayed near the hilt of his weapon, and in how his eyes strayed across the room, constantly seeking threats. Make no mistake, he was in unknown territory, and he wouldn't be caught off guard, as every deliciously visible tensed muscle displayed.

Smoke reached its curling fingers towards his nostrils, threatening to drown the carefully catalogued scents that constantly assailed his senses in a drug filled haze. He smoothly evaded, leaning down before it could reach him to gently grasp at the hand that didn't hold the wrapped cocktail of sinner's herbs. It lead into a polite and gentlemanly kiss upon her fingers, assuming that he wasn't knocked on his ass for the presumptuous motion. Rising again, the diseased tendrils of scented air dispelled, he spoke once more in that quietly confident, and yet still oddly feminine voice, "I am called Hessar by those fortunate enough to make my acquaintance in these past few cycles, but I have been known by many others."

The impromptu and rather short show that he had inadvertently given those watching didn't seem to bother him, despite the sparseness of his covering. Indeed, he offered another unfortunately dangerous looking smile as he replied, "The truly wicked never rest, it is known." And then, in true gypsy style, and with a hint of a gleam entering friendly eyes, the Nalroni asked, "Do you dance? My business is one better spoken where listening ears become obvious, and voices are drowned in the uncaring crowd."

His tone turned light and playful as he withdrew, one arm still extended towards the Theelin, beckoning for her to join him with an added wink. Whether she did or not, he still allowed himself to pulled into the crowd. If not with her, then some other dancing partner. If she was interested, she would follow him eventually, or get his number from the name he provided.

 

[Richie B.]

Jason couldn't believe this not only did his attack landed but now it seemed the dude was giving up, more like asking for a truce but Jason is going to say he won simply cause it makes him feel better. Though Jason wished he could continue to fight but it seemed he won't be getting a release though that, didn't mean he couldn't find another outlet for his pent up energy.

"Fine but after a drink your ass is mine." Jason spoke as he watched the waitress come back, and guessed he will need a drink too.

"Give me the same as him." Jason said to the waitress as she got close enough and he sat slowly down on to the chair for the bar, resting his hurt leg and hoping the man hadn't ran off.

It still hurt though not as much as it did before, yet it sure helped him focus in his drunken state but the hunter was starting to calm down, though he still would love to see another fight to start so he can join. He waited to see what the other man did, if he took the chance to continue the fight well Jason wouldn't really mind that, it would suck but he wouldn't be surprised.

@Cinereous

 

[The New Guy]

Chos lowered his guard when his opponent accepted his offer. He sat down next to Jason as the drinks came in, and drank the hard liquor that had arrived very quickly. Deciding that it tastes god awful, he ordered more spice rum from the bar and kept chugging them down as they came in. Every swig dumbed down his sentences, to the point where he could barely form coherent sentences in his head. He turned to Jason to speak, but no words came out. He really didn't have a clue what he was doing.

The drunken man still had a full mug in front of him, and decided he was generous. He grabbed the mug and drunkenly stumbled around the bar, where he saw an odd-looking furry humanoid sitting without a drink, probably a Cathar. He stumbled over to the feline, mug in hand, and stared at it rather disrespectfully. Remembering he was feeling generous, Chos shoved the mug in to the Cathar's hands and stepped back slowly. As he stepped back, he tripped over a walking waitresses' leg and waddled backwards towards the balcony's edge in an unbalanced trance. As he tumbled backwards, his shirt caught a chair right before he fell over the balcony, ripping the shirt off. Chos let out a scream as he fell on to a platform below him.

@Richie B.

 

[Croft M. Ashford]

Croft met the eyes of the young lady behind the bar and was returned with a warm, cherry lipped smile. He ordered himself another whiskey, but the three prior must have been working their magic, because at this point the old timer chosen to turn on his charms. Maybe if he was thirty years younger and three drinks more sober he might have had a shot, but in his current state, it was clear to see he was hopeless.

"So, what time do you finish? Maybe next time we could share a bottle of this stuff? I mean my place is only half a lightyear awa-"​

He was rudely interrupted by a crash as the topless Mandalorian plummeted onto the bar and consequently, onto Croft. A leg hit the stool, hips collided with glass and an elbow landed in the small of Croft's back. He fell, holding the back of his head with one hand and dropping the whiskey to land on the other. The two ended up in a small heap on the floor, broken glass dangerously close to them and whiskey coating the nearby floor.

Croft was dazed and a little hurt, but malt surged through his brain and he shoved the MandalorIan off, with little regard for the topless man's safety.

"What the f*** do you think you're f***ing doing?" He sat up, back against the bar, looking down at the prone man. "You could have f***ing killed me!!"​

 

[The New Guy]

Chos ended up landing on a meek old man on his way down. The man violently shoved him off, almost causing him to fall in to a bunch of glass shards from a drink he had knocked down. How rude, he thought drunkenly. He got up and dusted himself off, staring that the rude old man before him.

"YOU COULD HAVE F***ING KILLED ME!!"

"If I wanted you dead we wouldn't be having this conversation old fart." Chos retorted. The man before him was clearly mad at him, but the Mando really didn't care. He was drunk, having a good time, and didn't have time for pissy old men. He considered just walking away, but figured he was nothing if not a gentlemen. So, Chos extended his hand towards the man in a gentlemanly fashion and said "How do you do sir, I am Chos Zy'roth, Mandalorian Extraordinaire. Who might you be?"

@Chuck Owens

 

[Richie B.]

Jason watched the man as he apparent decided to ignore him and wonder off, where Jason wondered did the guy think was better than right next to him. Well it seemed the man had found the best thing in life. Something that Jason might have done if he didn't already know the pain it would cause, so ordering another drink a cheaper one though, the hunter waited as the bartender poured the drink and when he did.

Well Jason did the best thing he could at the moment, the man had left after a fight and denied his passed so a bit of revenge was in order. So doing the only logical thing, Jason went to the balcony that his once opponent went over. And with the drink dumped its contents all over Chos who apparently found a old geezer more interesting than him.

"NEXT TIME DON'T HAVE DO SOMETHING ASS-FACE." Jason said before going back to the bartender and ordering a glass of water, he felt a bit of a head-ache coming along.

@Cinereous