Who's My Daddy pt1: Breadcrumbs

[Jorr]

Jorr chuckled a little.

"Aye I think the hair braidin' would be a touch one sided so ta speak."

He took one of his head tentacles in his hand and wiggled it at Herrith teasingly, he knew he was funny looking and was often the first to make a joke at hisnown expense around those he thought he could trust. And Herrith seemed to be one of those types of people.

"A drink an' a chat however, sounds nice. Ye pick the bar, drinks are on me."

He chuckled to himself, fully planning on using a force trick to make the bartender give them free drinks for as long as they wanted to sit there.

 

[Herrith Hendarsin]

Herrith nodded, smiling at the hybrid's joke. She kept walking and ducked into a bar, approaching the bartender while getting ready to pay for their drinks in credits. Jorr seemed to agree with her thoughts on a drink and a bit of a talk, which was good. It gave her time to lay low a bit, aside from the fact that she got to drink something. She sat down, waving over the guy at the counter for a glass of Corellian whiskey, looking at the door at the same time.

They could have been getting followed by trouble. It was doubtful, but it was still a possibility.

 

[Jorr]

Jorr chuckled as they entered the bar, glad that his little joke had made his new Zeltron friend smile. As Herrith ordered her drink and he ordered himself the bar's finest run, he subtly wiggled his slightly-webbed fingers and spoke quietly to the bartender.

"Me an' me mate's drinks are on the house fer as long as we please, anytime we ever walk in 'ere. Savvy?"

After a moment of stunned silence the bartender got their drinks and grinned as he put them down.

"On the house you two."

Jorr nodded in thanks and went to find a table, noting the man who herrith had run off earlier walking into the bar. He decided not to make a huge deal of it, but keep an eye on the guy just in case.

 

[Herrith Hendarsin]

Herrith watched as Jorr asked for some free drinks, adding in some expressive gestures. The bartender seemed to hesitate before agreeing. Either this guy had some serious charm, or this bartender knew him somehow. Or Jorr was Force sensitive. She decided to lean toward the latter, seeing as not a lot of people were very giving around these parts. The tender gave them drinks and she eyed the guy that she had taught a lesson to earlier walking in.

"Well that was so kind of him. A bit strange."

The Zeltron didn't say anything more about it, seeing as she had a special little secret of her own. She took a sip of her drink as they sat down.

 

[Jorr]

Jorr chortled and took a sip of his rum.

"Oh aye, a kind an' genrous host he is."

There was a look in the Zeltron's eyes that said she knew what had really happened, but the hybrid was happy that she said nothing. He enjoyed his pageantry and when someone just kind of rolled with it like this it earned them a special place in his widdle squiddy heart.

"Now there's that feller what ye chased off comin' in 'ere all shifty like. Or isse always like that?"

Jorr slipped his hand around his back and gripped the hilt of his collapsible vibro sabre, ready for whatever irksome interruption might be coming their way.

 

[Herrith Hendarsin]

Herrith shook her head at the mention of the guy. She didn't honestly care too much, and there wouldn't seem to be too much trouble. He'd learned his lesson, and she didn't care much unless he directly approached. Only then would he be a real threat, otherwise she'd feel perfectly comfortable where she was now.

"Please. He isn't going to do anything. If he does, he's deader than a squished rancor."

OOC - Wow this post is bad. Sorry.

 

[Jorr]

Jorr chortled again, Herrith was a different breed for sure. The Hybrid had never met someone quite as laid back as her in all his travels.

He sat in silence a while as they drank, not really sure what to say at this point.

"Wellp, I'll be sure ta tell me father hi for ya. Ifn hes still alive that is."

He said as he finished off his bottle.

"An' ifn ye see him 'fore I find him, do me a favour an' tell 'im he has a son lookin' fer 'im will ya?"

 

[Herrith Hendarsin]

Herrith nodded while Jorr finished up his bottle of alcohol. Next time they met, Jorr might have his long lost father with him, or perhaps know the truth as to why Zoonn had never answered her call. It seemed this short little visit had come to an end and...Herrith just had the worst feeling right now. Some dark pit, just telling her that she might end up seeing his father very, very soon. Somewhere. Somehow. The Zeltron shuddered slightly and then returned her smile, nodding.

"Will do, friend. Just make sure you stay safe out there."

I might just see him sooner than you think..

@One For Sorrow

 

[Jorr]

Jorr stood and nodded to Herrith as he prepared to leave.

"Aye, ye stay safe as well."

He had a sinking feeling in his gut as he turned to leave, the Hybrid never had been all that good at goodbyes and didn't want to draw this out.

Then he quickly turned back and gave the Zeltron a big tight hug, he had no idea what posessed him to do so but he felt he had to. After a few moments when the hug was on the verge of becoming awkwardly long he released her and took a step back.

"Good ta know ya Herrith."



As he left the bar he felt Herrith would be going somewhere far away now, somewhere that Jorr couldn't go. He made a mental note to check up on her when he could but something just didn't sit right with him.

He could not dwell on it too long though, lost in thought he very quickly found his way back to "Freeseeker" his grandfathers old ship and before he knew it he was off to follow the next leg of his father's trail.

/End Thread

@Herrith