Rebellious Fun Intensifies

[Levi Solus]

He took a tentative sip of the liquid and found that it was surprisingly decent. It tasted like apples and fire, which was definitely much better than what he had been expecting. Taking another, longer, sip, Levi was just starting to enjoy the drink when he heard a voice cut through the chatter.

"Hey look, it's the Sith!" Choking on what alcohol was going down his throat, Levi apprehensively turned his head just in time to see Abe come up behind him, and he put the drink down.

"Can't be yelling stuff like that in a place like this," he warned, voice low. "Besides, you could have at least said 'ex-Sith'." Levi motioned to the spot beside him for Abe to sit, then waved to the bartender, pointing at his glass and then at the man next to him so that the waiter brought Abe the same thing as well.

He waved to Tycho as the man walked in, somewhat relieved to see two more familiar faces in the bar. If he played his cards right, he wouldn't have to interact with any new people all night.

One of the men talking to Arda suddenly broke out an "Oya," and Levi couldn't help but cringe a little. Sure, it was a little killjoy of him, but who was the man to think he could borrow such a meaningful term from Mandalorian culture and use it like a throwaway catchphrase? Hell, there were systems where you could get beaten by Imperials for just saying the word. Still, Levi remained silent, instead focusing on finishing off his drink just as the bartender brought Abe's. He wasn't here to make a scene.

@Styx @Nommie

 

[Abrakhal Grisgoh]

Seeing Levi choke on his drink induced a muling giggle out of Abe that sounded like a revving speeder engine, leaning closer, or rather falling forward, from an increasing lack of equilibrium that forced Abe's elbow onto Levi's shoulder to help Abe find the seat next to him.

"Who cares! I've seen how worried you get when a child is in danger, you're no bad guy. You're a soft guy," Abe fingered Levi's 'soft' shoulder and plopped down in his seat with a groan. As genuinely happy as he was to see Levi, Abe's face contorted into darkening expressions with each shifting glance at the strangers around them; hearing ugly words that sounded like Mandalorian soured his already naturally sour mood, the drink his only saving grace. Drink, which now came to save him when he had no idea why, mysteriously appeared since he was already too inebriated to have seen Levi ordering it for him. He quickly remembered why he was in a good mood, set his flask down (how many times had he had to replace it?), and placed both hands to the new glass like a chalice from a trove of artifacts and took a gulp.

Smacking his lips with satisfaction, Abe caught the reflections of bodies shifting on the wall and, coupled with the constant Mando jargon, realized in context of the memory they shared that a certain stuck up and destructive Jedi could be here too. "Hey, you don't think she's here do you? What'ser name? Hutt's arse, she was a train wreck wasn't she?"


@vamp

 

[Mira Kryze]

Mira beheld the massive beer clutched tenderly in her hands, eyes wide at the sheer size of the thing. It was gargantuan, far larger than basically any other drink in sight. To her fore, a man (@Zay) from the group of (budding) alcoholics split off and began to head towards the space along the bar that she currently found herself occupying. She took a sip of the beastly beverage, a small trace of foam lining her upper lip as she lowered the glass. Mira scrunched her face up for but a moment, licking her lips while the bitter aftertaste of the beer hit her. It certainly wasn’t the best brew she had ever had, but it could definitely be worse. Frankly, how the beer tasted was ancillary to the main goal of getting hammered; a Mandalorian could drink pretty much anything short of starfighter fuel and be fine.

The foam on Mira’s lip fizzled and faded as the man ordered a beer of comparable size, and she couldn’t help but leer in amused wonder as he gestured towards her drink and requested the same thing. She had previously sought some place to find refuge and drink in peace, but this would be too good to simply ignore, so she remained in place, glass clutched carefully in her hands. Her eyes followed the bartender through his worried motions, from the initial hesitation in agreeing to the order all the way to the reluctant handover to the rebel. Just as he had with Mira, the bartender passed a sizable glass over to his patron, a small cloud of foam capping the glass.

A sly grin split her lips when he thanked her and introduced himself as Crix. ”I’m surprised you’re brave enough to get this,” she teased, taking another small sip of the beer. She’d barely made a dent in it so far. ”I’m Mira,” she added, bringing the glass over and clinking it against Crix’s. The liquid sloshed against the rim of her glass, slipping over the side and onto the floor below. ”And,” she continued, looking into Crix’s eyes, ”Now that you’ve got that, it’s custom to drink together.” She was making this up as she went, but she was certain he’d play along. ”First one to finish their drink wins, Crix. If you’re not afraid to lose, that is.” She smiled to punctuate the challenge, raising her beer tauntingly. If you were gonna get drunk, you might as well get drunk.

 

[Arda Breaux]

"I've been called worse." Arda raised her eyebrows when Brent told her she was a terrible leader, she looked down at the tray as the many of them begun to clear it quickly. Arda waved to the bartendeder and catching his attention pointed to their tray. He brought over the bottle and began to refill the empty shot glasses. Arda took the first two filled and quickly caught up, her sixth shot forced her to shake her head, feeling her consciouness telling her she was going to regret this in the morning, and then the seventh shot, but paused seeing one of the new padawans who had decided to join (@Painus) and she gave the girl a playful wink then took the seventh shot, seeing that she was feeling uncertain.

Brent inquired about what he would get if he won this game of drinking wills, and picked up number eight, "What do you get?" she looked around in an exagerated motion, "Well, I dunno, maybe I won't space you this week." she said throwing back the shot, now this one was a bit harder to force down, but at least she wasn't hearing that little voice that told her to stop making stupid choices. She picked up another glass and felt her world teeter from side to side and the Jedi giggled in the euphoria of the feeling. It had been ages since she had done something like this, but then again, when did she ever have enough credits or enough trust in those around her prior to joining the Rebellion. Gathering herself and shaking it off, she took the ninth shot, and let out a "YEAHH!"

Grabbing one more, she held it up, "FOR ALL WHO FOUGHT, LIVED AND DIED, THE REBELLION WILL FIGHT ON!" Arda toasted and threw back the shot.

@Darasuum @Zay

 

[Tycho Draykon]

Downing his second drink Tycho will get his third and fourth glass. Walking over to Levi the criminal wondered what the heck he has been drinking. Already he is starting to feel the effects. Usually it will take quite a few. But who cares. Whatever it is the stuff is amazing.

Making his way over to Levi (@vamp), which will also put him next to the Mandalorian (@Painus) and crix (@Zay). He placed one of his two glasses on the counter in a spot where one will have a hard time stealing his new favorite drink. Clapping the former Sith's shoulder, "How are you doing my man? Having fun?" He will ask then gulp down what contents of his drink was remaining by now.

As he was reaching for the still full glass next to him he spotted what Crix and his new drinking partner are having. He wanted one of those now. Waving over the bartender, "I will have one of those." In no time the drink was in his hands. Boy he may be regretting it in the morning, but it will be worth it.

 

[Eisa Swan]

A bright chuckle escaped the Fiery haired Jedi's lips, as she nodded in response to the Feeorin Master's words. As much as she wouldn't have thought it to be the case it had certainly been a long age since both Eisa and Luy crossed paths, a cheerful smile crossed the Knight's features before she raised her glass in afirmation to the Jedi Master's sentiment. "Certainly feels that way" Eisa commented initially before taking a swig from her beverage. "You're the only remaining Master out of the Originals" she added her tone wavering a little at the thought, before shrugging it off and leaning with her back against the bar to regard the various faces that had started to fill the cantina."With what happened to Aurora, and Valentine, Vuthari and Leah all disappearing off into the black, we've only got you and Arda as Masters now" the fiery haired knight continued, as her emerald hued eyes fell upon the Female Jedi Master who looked like she holding her own in some form of drinking game. A confused look crossed her features as she heard the sound of shattering glass before she felt a weight pull down on her shoulder, catching her off guard at first the Fiery haired knight cast a concerned look to her side as she could see the Feeorin master hunched over, his gaze staring down to the ground before shooting upwards to meet hers.

A concerned look crossed her features as the Jedi Master, she could feel the Force rippling strangely around Luy as he seemed to be staring at someone beyond her. An eyebrow arched up inquisitively as she watched the man's head slightly tilt to the side as if he was expecting something or someone to reach out and touch his cheek. Her moment of confusion passed after another voice spoke out from behind her, snapping out of her bemusement Eisa directed her gaze towards the dark skinned stranger who had appeared in aid to Master Luy's moment. Managing an awkward smile as she followed in well dressed stranger's lead, guiding the Jedi Master to a seat and nodding whilst she mouthed thanks for the assistance he had provided, before he wandered off into the thickening crowd.

Taking a seat beside the Jedi Master, Eisa cast a brief inquisitive look before directing her attention towards the barman and gesturing for a repeat order for the pair of them. As the barman set about to prepare their drinks, Eisa directed her attention back to the Jedi master, sighing pensively. In part it was down to apprehension about pressing the subject, figuring that Luy may prefer not to talk about it, after all there was a hierarchy as it were within the Order. He was a Master and she was Knight, and it was likely that just out right questioning the Master about his episode was not inline with Jedi protocol. But then again she had always been brought up to simply be herself and speak her mind.

Just as she was about to question the Jedi Master the barman appeared with their drinks, placing a credit chip into his palm and thanking him. Eisa slid the Feeorin's drink towards him before polishing off the rest of what was left of her drink before reaching over for her fresh beverage. "So what was with that just now?" The fiery haired knight questioned before taking a swig from her drink, her tone it's usual bright state, despite the potential seriousness of the conversation that may ensue. "Was it a Force vision?" she continued, as she cast a warm smile before placing a reassuring hand on the Jedi Master's

 

[Crix Dolan (TL8)]

Crix's time sensitive advantage was quickly fading. The seven shots he'd slammed were starting to catch up with him, but the ginormous beer in front of him might as well have been a siren. Mira introduced herself and remarked on his bravery, Crix laughed, "I think this lands under the banner of stupidity, but I appreciate it."

They touched glasses and Mira presented him with a challenge. Crix's lopsided grin widened and he said, "You're on!"

Without hesitation, he hefted the comically sized mug of frothy beer and began to chug! As the amber liquid began to drain from his glass, the room began to undulate. The walls wobbled and the world seemed to increase exponentially in its rotation. He lowered the cask as Arda rallied the troops around her with a gracious toast and Crix found himself wiping tears from his eyes. Since joining the rebellion he'd come to know plenty of good people, something that was incredibly lacking in his life beforehand, and with his comrades around him, he couldn't help the sudden bubbling of emotion.

A tear slid down his cheek and he hastily wiped it away before turning to check on Mira's progress. He wasn't about to back down from this challenge even if it killed him, okay that might have been a little extreme, but he would definitely get way too drunk for it, he just hoped he wouldn't make an ass of himself.

To Mira he teased, "You're gonna need to pick it up if you're gonna win!"

@Painus @GABA

 

[Brent Fury Drast]

Hearing Arda's response he smiled slightly. "Aaaww Master...such a flirt." The grin only increased after saying his quip. He added a little tongue stick out like a child.

When Crix called after him his concious mind seemed to have a delay affect but his subconsious mind still processed it and made a silent hand sign in response that was better than any finger he could possibly stick in rebuttal. The bar tender though on the other hand had been switched out with someone far prettier. When the female bartender turned around to grab some new bottles Brent could only shamelessly admire the view. But he only did so for a moment. He was classy like that.

What drew his attention was the projection of a holonet interview with one of the Emperor in Paradise 'losers'. In Brent's mind none of the women that had been voted off were really losers. Most of them seemed pretty attractive though some were a bit weird. Still, the one being interviewed now was a tier above the others. If he had a voice in the options of who remained he would have advocated the mandalorian woman.

Turning to @Crix Dolan Brent cleared his throat "You uh...ever get with one of those mando gals?" The man was curious to say the least, not realizing his friend was occupied with a woman who was in fact mandalorian. Part of him was just a risk taker. Hell, half the women he hit on could break his neck with one arm. Then again that was why he found them so attractive. Simple women who needed things done for them were just not his type. For only half a second in his stupor the Drast wondered if that was how women viewed men these days. But the bartender finally brought over his ordered shots which made him forget everything else.

Taking the tray of refreshed beverages back to the group he nearly stumbled as he did so. Finally he came back to where he and Arda had begun their drinking contest but only seemed to find that she had started back up again. His face showed an expression of mock hurt. He took one, then two then a third shot. He stopped and held the fourth one in his hand. "You'd tell me if I beat you right?" A spicy burp escaped his mouth which he did his best to direct towards his shoulder. Yeah, he was going to hate himself tomorrow. Hell, he would hate himself in like an hour from now.

@GABA @Zay

 

[Arda Breaux]

Cheers erupted and the Alliance Commander grinned in such dedication from all those present. She slowly laid down the shot glass she used for the toast, not recalling what number shot she had ended with, not to mention Brent and Crix were holding their attention to all the other woman around them, from the padawan, Mira, the bartender, and the holonet displaying the interview with the Mandalorian loser from Emperor in Paradise. Her thoughts escaped her for a moment as she looked around, feeling the surreal of the situation, the responsibility for all those who fought beside her and the existentialist moment made her want to have another shot to get rid of the melancholy thoughts.

Picking up another glass, touching her lips with it as Brent returned his attention to her, catching up on shots as he asked if she would tell him if he won. She gave him a smile and lifted the glass, her body suddenly telling her not to do it, but she tried anyways. The liquid burned in her mouth and there was regret as she set down the glass, and patted Brent's chest, swallowing hard. "I can't have anymore..." she said closing her eyes for a moment to let the liquid settle in her angry stomach, "Yeah..." she agreed with herself, the idea of drinking more seemed reasonable to make her stomach stop, but it probably won't be very long until it was all going to come back up.

Arda used the bar to lean against watching as Crix took down a massive glass of beer, it looked glorious and Arda ordered herself a bottle of beer, having some ounce of reasoning not to try what Crix just did.

@Darasuum @Zay