Tuesday Night!

[Phil]

(Open to all.)

Corellia, Local Bar and Grill

"Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho!"

The fat slug Gorrbag laughed, watching two men infront of him fighting with there fists over a rather attractive woman with very heavy make up on. The Hutt always enjoyed watching idiots fight for something, such as women, money, sometimes even food. Speaking of food, that was exactly what Gorrbag was eating, and hot damn was it good! He just finished off a large rack of ribs from some animal he didn't know of, and was now eating a rather large cake for desert. It was a vanilla flavor with some good old Aunt Jemima Butterworth syrup smothered on it.

It was just another good old night at the local Bar and Grill, watching some good entertainment and wating good food and drinking some great drinks while watching idiots foght for rediculous reasons. And speaking of which, one was now on the floor, holding his stomach as he spit out a tooth. The other man who was standing went over to the pretty lady and took her over to a bar as Gorrbag let out another "Ho Ho Ho Ho!" in laughter as he saw what had happened.

Its good to be a Hutt.

 

[Cyril Khan]

A common place man entered the bar. He sat down at the counter and ordered a simple ale. The clothing he wore was nothing that would catch the eye, and stated that he earned less money than a fine wardrobe would allow. Overall, the man just seemed completely normal; he wasn't obviously in poverty, but he did not shout wealth. Thus, no one spent too much attention on him, at first.

Anyone with the eye for the talented would notice a minor difference in the man. While he was hiding it the best he could, the man was in reality trained in weapon forms and covert operations. He was actually a attention grabbing person, if he held up his resumé. However, he had his skill securely masked.

Jyrden Garthyl was the man's name. He had come on a mission to take down a target in the cantina. Barely glancing at the fat slug, Jyrden shook his head. He expected there to be a large reward for that huge head, but the Hutt wasn't the target. He was no bounty hunter; he worked for a government, and no else. So, he remained seated sipping his drink as he waited for the perfect moment to strike out lethally at his real target.

 

[Lavi]

Her neck on a chain, a blue twi’lek lounged close by to Gorrbag the Hutt. Her life has slavery written all over it, a fact that Kanani resented. Eyes glance at her, with little pity to her state-of-being.

The foods that Gorrbag stuffed down his throat disgusted Kanani, enough that she made sure to avoid eye-contact with the slug unless explicitly told to. Kanani closed her eyes, silently cursing her own fate: one marked by servitude and the sensual pleasures of men.

 

[Phil]

Most of the men who served under Gorrbag has always taken not of that is can be a sloppy eater when he is excited. That was the case when the cake and syrup he was eating was sending crumbs and bits of syrup all over the place, several falling Kanani as he was oblivious to it. He was a bit more focused the holovids at the moment, there was some sort of game going that involved droids, some sort of horse like creatures, and people riding on them. He didnt really understand it at all, but he always enjoyed it when the riders would hit the small droids with there clubs while riding on there mounts. Looks like this place was getting pretty busy tonight.

 

[Cyril Khan]

The target didn't know anything about him being wanted dead. All he did was contract deals with the Republic. He, in essence sold items to the Republic Military. The was by far a blue milk run; the target knew nothing and no one suspected a thing. This guy seemed insignificant, but he was just another person to add to the hit list. Of course, Jyrden was so skilled at his job, he could do it without arousing any chaos. However, such was not necessary; this was to be an act of terrorism. The dealer wasn't important enough to be killed silently; the death would happen without word and mercy.

The target, over there playing cards; he thought he was getting a lot from his bluffs. The reality was that he would never leave the room with a penny. Unfortunately, it seemed unlikely anyone would leave the room alive. However, he wasn't going to make the scene overt. He still had to get out unnoticed.

Stepping from the bar counter he made his way over to the card table. All the seats were full, but he knew how to earn one. When he asked for a seat, the only thing he received were scowls from the other gamblers. However things changed. "Hey, guys," Jyrden said in a naive tone. "I may not be good, but I still have this." He tossed a tied stack of credits onto the table. Any idiot could tell that the amount tossed down was more than already in the pot. The others accepted this, even though they figured he was hustling them with the "bad player" line.

 

[Lavi]

Kanani brushed away the food crumbs and icky syrup that somehow managed to get over her shoulder and a little on her lap. She wiped her hands on the platform that she was upon, for cleaning droids to deal with. The holo-videos did not interest her the slightest - a sport that she never seen or heard of before.

A male human passed her, whistling as he passed, eyes upon her seductive form. The slave allowed herself to smile shyly, stroking her lekku tenderly.

 

[Justin]

Justin sat at the card table tring in vain to win back some money when the new guy showed up and brought into the game acting uninterested Justin ordered another water and lemon

 

[Justin]

the stranger remained silent Justin glaced at him and then back at the game as his water arrived somehow Justin had a feeling that this wouldn't end well for someone near him he only prayed it wasn't him

 

[Cyril Khan]

What were the others thinking? Either they thought Jyrden had no balls or he had no luck. Maybe they thought he was just pathetic. It didn't matter. It was the seventh fold, and he had to pull out another wad of credits from his bag. However, this one was special. The credits were actually filled with explosive. Jyrden lackadaisically threw the explosive wad on the table.

Without a hesitation, he jumped up and grabbed his bag. He did an awkward movement, acting as much like an ignoramus as possible and gasped, "I... have.. to... go.. to the bathroom!" He quickly scampered from the table, running in a horrible form. His bag flapped behind him as he ran clumsily though the bar. Of course, it was all an act for the audience. He needed to seem like an incapable fool. That point wasn't his escape move. The dangerous credits wouldn't do much more than make the card table go up in flames. He had something more in mind.

 

[Justin]

Justin's losing streak countined and soon he was down to his last credits after losing that hand he got up and slowly left the table but became entranced by the hutt's slave girl, who was in his mind seemed very hot despite the chains on her