Tournament Viewing: We Are Entertained

[Koil Solus]

Mandalorians only, death disabled, Stage 1 fights here and here

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The Foxhole Pub was a bar in the capital city of Concord Dawn. It had a size able space for people though even now it looked to be filling up. People were entering the bar to socialize and watch the two tournament fights going on.

There were holoprojectors and screens showing different angles of each fight. There were other screens showing other events but the majority of the entertainment was set to viewing the Mandalorian Tournament set in place by the new Mand'alor the Crusader. At first Koil had not been sure what to think of it. But admittedly seeing so many of the contestants dressed and armed so strangely was making him laugh.

There was the Dalyn and Revy against Romeo and Skylar fight on half the viewing screens. The Singing Badger (@Rom ) was set up with something that practically made Koil do a spit take. The armor color was horrid. At least he has a bowcaster The War Councilor thought to himself as he took a drink from his beverage.

Koil sat at the bar with his kih beskar'gamp covering only his upper face. The bright silly straw contradicted his more neutral colors. He had sworn that the presence of a straw had put the Grandmaster of the Jedi on edge the last time he had spoken to her.

He hoped that all the participants had used the facilities at Base 6 before going into this fight. It had been established by the now exiled Morling Burkhart Kelborn but still served as useful training grounds.

Revy (@Caught in Strangereal ) looked to be worse off without a blaster or any ranged weapon at first glance. She looked more outfitted for storming a stolen ship. Arguably Romeo (@Faded Truth ) was even worse off with being given a sniper rifle. The camera angles showed the inclimate weather and some of the paths of caves that would probably see some action. For Skylar (@Insalius ) he had two weapons though not much upper armor. hope you're fast kid.

The other screens were showing Dax and Crystal against Sumas and Tanx on Aquaris and they were not looking much better. In fact they arguably were worse off with one wearing a onsie and combat boots (@Algarus ) and another covered in bells (@KinkyPrawn ). Koil had his confidence in Dax Viszla both for his prowess and also because he did not get complete garbage for equipment. It looked like the two teams would have their taste of marine combat. He hoped Tanx (@christhebarker ) knew how to swim.

"Any predicitions?" He asked out loud. His empty glass moved closer to the bartender's side of the counter. A few moments later it would hopefully be refilled. It had been a long time since he had seen anything good on the holo-projector. His phone was set to vibrate incase things got too loud. Chances might be that Leandros asked him for judgement on the participants performance.

@Sreeya @Kraken @vamp @Painus @Phoenix @Logan @Orbit @Arclight @Gian Greydragon @Avelion @Taz @Faster Than Light

 

[Vaska Ordo]

The door slid open, and out from the cold, Vaska stood at the precipice, her visor's scanner picking up the humanoids inside. She entered without a word, stepping into the light, revealing she was wearing her full beskar'gam, gray and mournful as it was. Taking up a table towards the far end of the bar, she sat and drew her beskad from her boot as well as flint. The warrior with the unusual helmet asked abroad if there were any predictions; But Vaska remained silent, opting to observe and draw the hard flint against the edge of her blade.

Marine combat. The warrior at the bar's straw. A few things caught her notice. Why would a man drink with such a purile thing? She increased the speed of her flinting, pulling her attention towards the fight between Dax and Tanx. "I'm not one for predictions." The voice projected by her helmet used the scrambler, deepening it to her fallen brother's raspier tones. "Things can change. Anything can happen."

 

[Tsara]

Tsara walked up to Koil, tray of bottles beautiful balanced in her offhand. With her right, she took a bottle with the corresponding beverage he'd ben drinking and refilled his glass promptly. Dressed in pale gold finery and sheer white silk produced by some overpriced label from a mid rim planet, the scant top, and revealing loin cloth she wore had brought various males into the establishment much to the bartender's delight. Serving drinks without a word for the bartender, and taking orders for new ones with very few words had eased the environment fully into loud, mostly innocent frivolity. Too many often felt the need to speak unduly, or at length, when, sometimes it was better to listen, execute efficiently and be objectified a little bit in the process.

If men drooled at her, they usually stayed for another round or two, hit on her, which was when she applied a few alluring remarks to keep them chasing, and, ultimately drinking themselves stupid. The man whose drink she was refilling had asked for predictions, and a new patron in the establishment had remarked on not being one for predictions given the aspects of 'change'. It was a good time to add her voice into the mix to keep the mood and conversation running. She, as always, spoke in a short burst of communication, where, the periods in her speech pattern were tantamount to hitting a reinforced wall.

"Revy. No range weapons. But she wants it more."

With that, she glided around the establishment to hit to drop off the most recent request, dodged some hungry hands attempting to pinch vestal flesh, and eventually found her way over to the new arrival (Vaska Ordo).

"It is a pleasure to serve you; we have a special tonight on Fuzzy Tauntauns. 10 credits buys you three, or, would you like something else?"

 

[Braal Ordo]

Braal, also at the bar, sat quietly watching the tournament. He had been to this bar only once before. It was much busier than it was previously. He scanned the pub, taking into account the unfamiliar faces and scattered Mandalorian helmets. Braal very much enjoyed the atmosphere. "I should come here more often," he thought to himself.

Braal's body language conveyed a calm demeanor; he sat quite still on his stool. His helmet rests neatly on the bar with the visor facing towards him - though he kept a watchful eye on it. He continued to view the tournament with great anticipation. He leaned in every time a flurry of bolts were fired or blades loudly clashed. Capable warriors in honorable combat - what an exciting event!

Once Vaska entered, he glanced at her. Her armor seemed familiar to him in a strange way. He noticed the dull, gray color - the hue of mourning. Braal was reminded of his own losses. He tried to clear his mind of those memories, but it becomes difficult once they resurface. He shook his head and, again, replaced his attention towards the tournament.

After hearing Koil's question and Vaska's answer, Braal nodded his head as if to agree. Combat is unpredictable, especially under the circumstances of this tournament; randomized weapons and armor for each warrior. That would certainly bring an air of uncertainty, even to these skilled Mandalorians.

Braal noticed Tsara refilling Koil's drink; a few moments later, he slightly raised his right arm to gain her attention,

"Bartender - I'll take what he's drinking."

 

[Tsara]

The drinks were flowing. Credits were mounting, and the Mandalorian 'Games' were reaching new intensity. Tsara had just set a plate of fried Nerf Nuggets with shoestring starch sticks down to an emotionally invested patron three hyperspace jumps to the solar wind when she notice Braal signal for her attention.

He was lean. Athletic in build, with a sort of rugged handsomeness to his face that seemed to be the common mold of the Mandalorian male. She once wondered why the women of their planet ever let them break atmo and leave home, but then realized that the shorter, slighter Mandos in armor were the women fighting alongside them.

Tsara managed a specter of a smirk.

True men returned to their women faithfully after conflicts, but true women (at least the Mandalorian variety) refused to let their lovers leave them behind. There was something sweet about that aspect. A sort of feminine chivalry. No wonder why the race was sweeping across the galaxy like a shock wave from a supernova. Fury and passion, the male and female phusis, merged in one accord.

"Welcome to The Foxhole," she started, looking over at Koil's glass long enough to remember what he'd been punishing his liver with.

"One pint of Bith Rum? Straight, or bruised over rocks?..."

And she looked back over at Koil's glass, skewing at the implement he sipped from before looking back at Braal, eyelids low as if suspicious.

"Do you want a straw too?"

@Braal Ordo @Vaska Ordo @Koil Solus

 

[Vaska Ordo]

Sliding her beskad back into it's calf sheathe, Vaska stood up, ignoring the waitress, her attention on the new arrival.
Cutting between him and the silly straw individual, she tapped in on the far shoulder before taking a seat at his near. "Su cuy'gar, vod Braal." She tapped the Ordo signit on the handle of her beskad and gave him a knowing nod, helmet and all.

She continue to speak in Mando'a. "You're alive. Haven't seen you in some time. Don't know if you remember me. Clan's big. Recognized your voice." She folded her arms on the bar and focused her attention on him, looking him in the eye through her visor. "Haven't seen too many of our Aliit since the force bastards burned our home."

She snapped her fingers at the Twi'lek girl. "I'll pay his tab." She said in flat basic.

@Braal Ordo @Tsara @Koil Solus

 

[Tsara]

There was a beauty to Mando'a. A forthrightness that bled over into any language a Mandalorian learned after. No pretty, unnecessary non sequiturs to be overly generous and make friendly conversation. It was curt. To the point. Commanding. The woman gave Tsara a direct order. A quality Tsara respected. She respected those who knew what they wanted because that meant she would know what they wanted too. An order was often the most transparent expression of desire, a brief glimpse of who someone was.

Saying 'Yes' or 'No' to an order led to further reveals to how that person handled acceptance or rejection.

Powerful explorations Tsara had spelunked about in with some volatile results over the last three years, but was wiser for it. Presently, she didn't need to test waters, Vaska had given her an order finally when she didn't minutes ago. This man had stoked her interest. They would make good people watching.

"Done! Name on tab? And, you didn't want a drink before, how about now? Those Fuzzy Tauntauns won't drink themselves. 10 credits buy you three..." and she raised an emerald eyebrow at Vaska. "Straw?".

@Vaska Ordo @Stoic @Koil Solus

 

[Koil Solus]

His head turned for a bit to look at the new arrival when she entered. He recognized some of the heraldry to be Ordo though the woman's choice of color scheme spoke well enough too if it was not clan based. Mandalorians were not required to represent their clan or house unless they desired though most at least had sigils on their armor if they strayed from traditional detailing. Koil for one had the badger emblazoned on his armor along with details of red. A singular ashen handprint on his chest piece reminding him of the atrocities the Empire had made against his people. The slayer sigil, prajii badge, his jaig eyes, all were added to the surface of his plates.

With Vaska's response Koil only murmured and brought the straw to his helmet again and sipped. It was emptied shortly thereafter and taken away by a green skinned twi'lek server. <"Thanks"> He was still speaking mando'a and assumed she understood. But she responded in basic. Her assessment made him eye her a little bit more. She did not seem mandalorian yet had found her way here to Concord Dawn.

More people continued to enter. Most of them were of clan Ordo. Part of his mind wondered towards Trixie. That wild Ordo clan member made him want to drink just by thinking about her and so he did. His hand reached up to touch the part of the helmet she had licked when he had announced the reformation of the Death Watch into the Werda Verda.

Even in though the Silent Badger glanced at each of new arrival out of habit. But they all seemed friendly enough and focused on the tournament broadcasts. But what did not pass by the Echani's astute observation was able to tell Tsara's eyes continued to find their way over to him. Maybe he was being paranoid, but she kept checking on him more than the other customers. She's looking for more than just drink orders. He thought to himself but for now he did nothing about. Koil's helmet remained facing a viewing screen even if his eyes did not.

@Tsara Tarr @Alexcalibur @Stoic

 

[Trixie]

Trixie already had a few drinks by the time she waltzed into the bar. She had been spending more time on Concord Dawn on account of Mandalore being a wrecked planet. She was due to set out for planets with known Jedi and sniff them out. Trixie harbored no love for Force users, and the recent war declaration made her all the more giddy to do some killing.

She never bothered to follow some aspects of Mando culture such as keeping a helmet on. Trixie wore a tight leather corset and some leather pants with boots, not bothering with beskar’gam. Of course, she also had expected this to be a Mando only joint.

She walked in with her high heels, tossing her blond hair over her shoulder as she took in sight of everyone. Trixie was only half watching the tournament, bummed that she didn’t show up in time to enter. She had been hungover from a night of partying and overslept, showed up to the sign ups and promptly threw up on the registering Mandalorian’s boots. That was the end of her prospects of joining in, and so she decided to come to the viewing party.

Trixie looked over, catching a few fellow Ordo (@Alexcalibur, @Stoic) , “Ayyyy fam!” She waved at them both, blowing them a few kisses. She then walked towards the bar, spotting a twi’lek that most certainly didn’t look Mando. Regardless, Trixie grinned and walked up to the woman, giving her a nice big slap on the ass, “Come work that for me, I got creds, baby,” She gave the woman a wink as she kept walking. (@Tsara Tar)

“Koiilll baby how nice to see you again!” She walked over and plopped down to sit next to him, leaning back and noticing his helmet only covered the top half of his face, “Ooooh, planning to use that mouth of yours?” She pursed her lips in a kiss and chuckled, snapping her fingers for the bartender to bring over two shots for them. (@Darasaurus)

 

[Braal Ordo]

Braal looked to Tsara and responded in basic, "Yes, Bith Rum - straight."

Braal hadn't noticed Vaska stand up, as he was preoccupied with the fights. He feels the tap on his shoulder and swivels his head to see the familiar-looking Mandalorian sitting down next to him. Braal's attention is then brought to the signet; a slight smirk comes across his face. It's always good to see another Ordo. She speaks of her home burning and Braal's expression changes, transforming into one of seriousness. She offers to pay for his drink. Braal nods to her respectfully, "Vor entye."

Looking into Vaska's visor, nearly through it, he responds to her first remark in Mando'a, "Your armor is familiar, but the voice isn't. What's your name?" Braal almost felt bad. Vaska's identity was growing more and more familiar in his mind, but he was coming up blank.

Then Trixie walked in and Braal returned a wave. He recognized her instantly, despite not having seen her in a few months.

@Koil Solus @Vaska Ordo @Trixie @Tsara

 

[Leandros Solus]

Leandros knew he was late to the viewing party, and that didn’t sit very well with him. He was the organizer of the event, the least he could do was show up to watch it. It’d be impossible to see both fights in person, so this was the best he could do. Luckily, he knew at least one of his War Council would be at the viewing party, so he’d have solidarity with them if it came down to a judge’s decision. The alcohol was likely flowing, and the bar fights were starting to boil, so he didn’t want to miss any of the action.

Leandros walked in, clad in his typical beskar’gam with the ancient mask of his station on. Aside from his trophy belt of lightsabers, he carried little else but a blaster and his beskad. He missed the start of the fight, unfortunately, thanks to some heavy traffic and a few street brawls started by his presence. It was kind of annoying, but he understood the sentiment, so he had no choice but to stand by and watch his people beat the shit out of each other for him.

The first thing he noticed was Trixie (@Sreeya) trotting around being… herself. Leandros groaned and briefly considered leaving, but he was committed to watching the fights, so he had to stick around. He passed by several other Mandalorians, nodding to each one in turn if they acknowledged him, and made his way to the bar. He sat down a few seats from Koil (@Darasuum), giving the man a friendly head nod and a raised hand in salutations. He ordered a tihaar to drink and waited for the bartender to fetch it. His eyes glanced over at Koil, who was being accosted by Trixie, and he felt a pang of pity for the man. Of all people to be trapped with her, he was the one who would hate it the most.

Oh well. It kept her from climbing all over him.

Leandros turned his attention to the holonet, watching just in time as Dalyn executed a clever surprise attack on Romeo and demanded the man to yield. He slammed down on the counter top a few times, excited that things were going well for the fighters – well, some of them.

 

[Koil Solus]

As if on cue Trixie walked in. Koil should have heard it over the din of the bar but it was too late by the time she reached him. The War Councilor sucked down his recently refilled beverage. "I'm going to need two...no probably three more of these." He said to any wait staff within earshot just before the vibrant Ordo clan member saddled up to the bar next to him. His helmet also saw Leandros enter and gave him a nod though wished he could have signaled the man for help.

At the mention of his helmet he felt the urge to reach up to the top of it and slid it back down over his face fully. But for now he refrained from doing so. "Only if I need to bite something. But I try to keep that as a last resort." The shots came and also two glasses of whatever he had been drinking so far.

Sighing Koil pushed one of the glasses down the bar as an offer towards Trixie. He was in a good mood today so maybe he could lighten up a little. "Here." In a few moments he hoped he would not regret gifting the drink to her. But seeing as she had ordered shots for the two of them at least this way he would not feel indebted to the seductively dressed woman. Whenever she chose to take her spirits he would do the same. "I would've thought you would have signed up for the tournament."

@Tsara Tarr @Alexcalibur @Stoic

 

[Narir Solus]

Narir also found himself late to the party, but he liked to think that it was more of a "fashionably" late, even though he knew that was a lie. He had been finishing up a project at the forge and had thought he had time for the last sigil on the cuirass, but it had ended up taking significantly longer than expected.

As a result, he had missed the beginning of the fights, but he also knew that his position as a war councilor meant he might be needed for a ruling if there wasn't a decisive victor in the fights.

He could hear the noise inside the bar from outside, and he was sure there would already be those scuffling and fighting as they argued which competitor was in the best position to win the tournament. As soon as Narir stepped through the door a red-armored marauder was shoved over by another in green and stumbled backward nearly slamming into Narir who only narrowly sidestepped the fight.

I see things have already gotten started, he said, making his way over to the bar. He gave a nod to Koi (@Darasaurus)l and slapped Leandros (@Painus) on the shoulder as he took a seat nearby.

Looks like Koil is having fun, he said, able to tell by the Silent Badger's body language and consumption of alcohol that he didn't like the attention he was receiving from the woman in leather.

 

[Sumas Solus]

Sumas was late for the party. Hell even Tanx was busy in the tournament. But Sumas had other stuff he needed doing. Like getting his hands on some Mandalorian vambraces and putting an order in for some new toys he desperately needed.

The Zabrak barged through the door with a rather loud and obnoxious "OYA!" before making his way to the bar. He saw numerous familiar T-visors. Narir, Mand'alor, the other crazy chick that literally walked over him during the Death Wa-wait, Werda Verda meeting. He still didn't know what went through Koil's mind. That's like calling the Sith Fleet "population control". But he didn't question it. He was just the idiot with big guns and big explosions.

He waved over the hot waitress as he reached the bar. "Tarisian ale if you don't mind." he ordered as he came to a halt beside Koil. "Hey, Alor! what's going on?" he greeted the man then looked up at the screen. "Not gonna lie, I am so glad I missed this tournament." he commented. His ankle still ached now and then. But at least he could walk without an issue.

Even after his drink arrived, he would keep his helmet on. He knew what was bound to happen. And he'd prefer to not get a horn broken off. Now all that was left was to wait and see who would strike first...

 

[Tsara]

When a Mando bar hit its stride, it certainly was a fast one. Off all the hands that had made grabs at her 'good stuff', of course it would be the woman (@Sreeya) who walked in and changed the overall mood in the place. A firm pat on her backside from this woman (Trixie), and an offer from her to 'work that [ass]' for some credits followed. Tsara preferred men, if that's what she was after, but knew credits could be cajoled from the woman, perhaps, without compromising her personal integrity. Coy implications, and beige prose promises that strung people along also wrung out capitol.

The Mando (@Koil Solus) looked immediately deflated upon this new woman's arrival, and asked for more booze. She poured Braal's drink, emptying the present bottle she had. Going behind the counter, Tsara retrieved a new bottle of Bith Rum, and three coiled drinking implements. They were pink. She dropped one of the three into Braal's drink.

"Straw,"

And went over to Koil next with two fresh glasses, filling his original glass up, then the other two glasses she brought, placing the other curly straws in them. Tsara filled a shallow bowl to heaping with lightly salted Muun Pretzels (Flito-Kray Brand (C)) and slid them in front of Trixie.

Two more arrivals.

Tsara fetched Leandros' tihaar, a glass, a straw, and the desired libation, putting them together fast and skidding it gracefully into his waiting hand. She breezed over to Narir with quickened breath, but even toned in how she addressed the Mando all the same.

"Welcome to The Foxhole; do you know what you want, or would you like to hear our specials?"

That's when Sumas arrived. Loud, seemingly happy, and quick to by a drink. Easy money tonight. She was waiting on Narir to decide on his beverage, handing him the drink menu with the specials while she poured the Tarisian ale into a good sized mug and delivered it to Sumas personally.

She quickly glanced down at the shelves behind the counter, looking back up at Sumas.

"We're out of novelty straws..."

@Phoenix @Painus @Stoic @Alexcalibur @KinkyPrawn

 

[Lesha Kryze]

It was bustling inside as Lesha waltzed through the door. "Well this looks fun." she said as she made her way to the bar, removing her multi-coloured helmet as she went.
She scooted in between a bright straw (@Koil Solus) and an overly boisterous helmet (@Sumas Solus) to be able to get a drink, but the obnoxious helmet was all over the place. She swung her hip into him to get him to move. "Scoot that way, sweetheart." she sassed as she planted her bright helmet on the counter. "Bith rum would be nice, dear." she told the bartender on the other side. In the meantime, she looked around. The Straw seemed to be overwhelmed by a very charismatic woman. Lesha suppressed a chuckle. Men just can't deal with eccentrics, she thought smugly. Other than that, she saw two Ordos having a conversation and then there were soloing. The poor waitress was trotting to and fro between everyone, dodging a grope here and there.

Lesha looked up at the screens. On the one, some sort of yield was going on and on the other it seemed that a nice little fight was underway. "Hmmmmm...that could get interesting." she remarked as her drink slid in front of her. "May the best Mando win." she said and took a sip of her rum.

 

[Trixie]

“That’s okay, I don’t mind bites,” She winked as she took her drink and downed it the same time as him. She followed it up with the shots she got for them, doing a few of them in rapid succession before slamming the glass down. Trixie was fired up and already buzzed, and she was in a fantastic mood. More of their people flooded in, and she scoped them out, spotting Narir and waving to him as he passed.

Trixie rolled her eyes at Koil’s question, “Yeah whatever, I wanted to sign up but who the kriff has sign ups at 9 am? A lady’s gotta sleep, man,” She shook her head, taking another shot. Trixie was distracted when she spotted Leandros walking in. Her eyes went wide and she smiled as she jumped to her feet.

She promptly made her way towards him, tripping Sumas on the way and accidentally stepping on his face as she passed. As before, she completely missed what she did, entirely too distracted by Leandros. Trixie fixed up her hair and brought over two shots, grinning at him.

“Aww, don’t look so sour, Lenny,” She shoved a shot in his hands and clinked her glass against his, throwing hers back and hoping he did the same. If he didn’t, she’d simply grab his drink and toss that back too.

That was when the first fight was done, and she turned in time to hear all the cheering on the screen. Trixie shouted and cheered, happy for Revy and Dalyn. She looked away from the screen and back to Leandros, walking backwards to take a seat near him so she could properly chat him up.

Trixie stumbled and fell to sit on Koil’s lap as a result, thinking the seat was empty. She turned to see what she did, shrugged and looked right back at Leandros, “So, Mand’alor, please tell me about all the worlds we want to burn next,” She grinned widely, the slight hint of insanity clear in her eyes.


@Painus @Darasaurus @KinkyPrawn

 

[Sumas Solus]

Sumas chuckled at the girl's comment. "Oh don't worry sweetheart, I'll take my helmet off in a bit. Just waiting on something." he commented with a nod. Another Mandalorian shoved in between him and Koil, but she wasn't the one that would step on him. No, that honour once again fell on Trixie.

"Ah, here we go." he commented right before he was shoved down and walked over. He simply stayed on the floor for a second or two with a blank expression, blinking a few times. "Honestly, I need a warranty on my visors." he mumbled before getting up. His drink was untouched on the counter. Now feeling safe he took off his helmet and set it on the table before taking a sip of the cool ale.

He took a step to the side, bumping the Kryze girl one seat further to make room for Trixie as she fell into Koil's lap. He stared wide-eyed at the girl before downing half his glass. He was way too sober for this party...and on top of that, he needed to celebrate. "Darling, keep these coming. I got some celebrating to do." he said as he placed a fistful of credits on the counter for her and downed his glass. "Hey, Kryze!" he called out to the woman beside him. "You got a name?" he asked her as he waited for his next round.

 

[Koil Solus]

Narir's entrance did not go unnoticed. Koil made a mental note to try and go over to great him sooner rather than later. But this was a casual setting and he was enjoying himself, at least trying to considering the contuing accumulation of company he seemed to be receiving. Trixie was abnoxious at times. But she was still mandalorian. She was what he still considered mandokarla, 'the right stuff'. Her integgrity at the core was what mattered even if her mannerisms sometimes were abbrasive to his own. While he rarely evenly openly admited the more well known warriors she had what it took. It was because of this that he tended to tolerate her bothersome antics towards his own personal tastes.

One shot down he felt the burn. Either I need to drink more or I'm getting old... He thought to himself after he took the shot the Ordo clanmate had offered him. ...I'll settle for drinking more for now. But leave it to 'Crasher Badger' to slam into the bar and saddle up next to him. Thankfully someone else cut in, deciding the space between them so he did not have to address the zabrak directly.

Koil felt like he was surrounded on all sides by questionable company. Sumas, Tixie, a suspicous twi'lek, at leastn he had the majority of the War Council in the bar with him. Then again, part of him felt they would just observe the events unfold with amusement while he suffered the consequences. At least for a moment Trixie seemed destracted by the Mand'alor Haha, sucker But it was shortlived in the events that followed.

As the rise in hype came from the fight Koil nearly knocked his stool over. He was watching the fight and as the tense moments came together he stood up. "OYA! That's one way to do it!" He exclaimed. He was feeling the buzz at that point. Siting back down he gave a cheer to insight the hype of the bar. It felt good to be part of a team. Maybe the drinks were catching up to him.

A body fell into his and out of reflex he kept them from falling. Only after a moment he realized it was Trixie. The man did not shove her off, but his hand remained on her waist for the time being keeping her from falling over while she continued to exclaim towards the Little Badger. Koil wondered how many people dared call him that out loud these days.

@Tsara Tarr @Sreeya @Phoenix @KinkyPrawn @Avelion

 

[Tsara]

The bar good and crowded, and more than a few cred stick tips tucked into her cleavage, Tsara had reached the end of her shift as the owner of the bar stepped in, paid her, and activated a four armed droid with a single wheel base to help him with the refills. She'd been a successful incentive for new patrons to enter the bar, and stay. She helped keep the mood jovial. But now it was time to go. Telling the owner that the straws were out and that the rum was gone, Tsara took her leave, but announced to the patrons...

"Last chance 'gentlemen'!"

And she skirted along the tables as she went to exit, just passed arms length, forcing some of the Mandos to lean in their seats to take one last shot at patting her on the bum. Fast on her feet, Tsara avoided all attempts...save one. The smack was good, solid, and followed by a quick grip and release, then gone. Tsara whipped around, trying to figure which of the two Mandos at the table closest to the door had managed the feat.

They (quite premeditated) thumbed at Trixie at the bar. The least likely culprit given the distance, and the fact she'd of had to jump to hyperspace to pull it off, but the Mandos proved their ability to all weigh in together on any endeavor, the rest of the patrons joining in indicating Trixie for the copping.

Tsara smiled, and shook her head before walking backwards out the door, giving a wave goodbye to the patrons.

No wonder why the Mandalorians were taking over the galaxy.

They were all of them in on the same jokes.

Next stop Taris. And little did Tsara know, Ossus beyond that, where destiny would met out a new path for her.

-Exit @Tsara

OOC: Thanks for having me @Koil Solus @KinkyPrawn @Sreeya @Phoenix @Avelion @Painus @Stoic @Alexcalibur don't get too drunk!