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Post by rebel on Jun 8, 2006 16:33:58 GMT -8
*Sits in the Cantina, sipping a Corellian Ale.* *Lan takes a look around at the interior of the bar. It was a sorry joint. The band was striking out tonight and there wasnt much life because of it. Only a few guys were in the cantina tonight, mostly just a few spacers and a coupla sorry lookin locals. Lan loses interest pretty quick with the crowd and turns back around, looking at the drink before sloshing the last of it around in th bottom of the mug.*
*Apparently there's a fight just outside the door. Golad thinks about it for a minute or two but decides its best to just let it go. No use in gettin his nose broke again.*
*He polishes off the ale and leans on one elbow on the bar. He looks around for the bartender.*
*He finds him standing near the door, watching the fight.* I guess these things dont happen much around here.
Hey, Mack!
*Looks at him* Yep?
Another. Make it bigger though if ya can.
*The barkeep sighs and shuffles over to the bar, getting the new guy his drink.* Can I get you anything else?
Unless you gotta keg back there behind yer counter, then no.
*He walks back over to the window and watches.*
*Under his breath* This is one crazy place, I tell ya...
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Post by rebel on Jun 8, 2006 17:04:48 GMT -8
*Turns around again, eyeing a circular table at the other end of the room.* Hey, these losers play Sabacc. *Hops up and takes his large mug over to the table. He sits down in the chair nearest to him and drops the mug on the table.* Deal me in, boys. I gotta warn you though, you guy's're in for a wackin, if you think you got what it takes to play against me.
*The dealer laughs and deals Lan a hand.* ::Who does this guy think he is?::
He he. *Throws a coupla credits into the pot and shuffles his cards into eachother as the other four players make their bets.*
*After a few moments, Lan throws his hand on the table and sits back in the chair, folding his hands behind his head.*
*Chucks his cards into the pot as he realises he's been beaten.*
*The others all groan and drop their cards onto the table. Lan got em all.*
*Smiles as he rakes in somewhere around 65 credits.* Ready for another round, girls?
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Post by rebel on Jun 8, 2006 17:33:16 GMT -8
*Lan wins another 3 rounds before one of the guys stand up and leave.* ::Hmmm... I've got 220 credits, that aint bad. Better change it up a little.::
*Lan had been at it for a long time. The guys on Tatooine called him the Chief of the sabacc table. He'd gone by Chief ever since. Time to make his name known on this world too.*
*The men at the table win the next two rounds, getting back their money, plus a little more. Just how Lan wanted it.*
*The dealer was just raking in the money. This guy was gonna go broke at his hands. But somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that this offworlder was letting them win.*
*The pot grows larger and larger as the players, all high off of their good luck and ego, keep raising and re-raising eachother. The pot is at 450 credits. And Lan knows he got em.* Sorry, fellas. *Drops his hand on the table.* I think I mighta won.
*Slaps his forehead and throws his cards down, stomping outta the cantina.*
*Pulls the credit chips towards him, counting them out and putting them into a pouch on his belt.* I gotta admit, boys, you know how to play the game... Just not very good. *Gets up and tips the mug back, emptying it into his mouth.*
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Post by rebel on Jun 8, 2006 17:47:13 GMT -8
*One of the guys stand up to say something, but Lan has already walked out the door.*
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Post by Walter Stale on Jul 24, 2006 12:44:34 GMT -8
*Yazzen runs in with his men behind him* *no one's in the cantina* *They secure the cantina and move back to the streets*
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