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Post by Rick Rancor on Sept 25, 2005 18:30:59 GMT -8
*Rick walks into the cantina and sits at the bar.* 'Keep... A drink.
*Walks over and sets a beer in front of him.* On the house. Rough day?
You could say that.
*The band plays a soft tune. No one seems to be interested.* ::What I would do now to be back on Mar Sara...:: *He takes a drink, remembering the soft grasses in which he used to lay on. The wind, blowing the meadows in a wave of peace and silence.,, She sat next to him, laughing the way she used to do.* ::Kate:: *He shook his head. She would never return.* *But... she had. In a way. There was something similar between Raya and Kate. That feeling they both gave him deep down that she could be the one. The one for him. And he had found her. Had...* ::I have to do something. But what? Why would she leave like that? What was she hiding from me? ...Could there be... Someone else? No! I can't think like that. Raya isn't like that. She wouldn't leave unless she had to. But what can I do? I have no idea where she is... :: *He takes another drink. Looks over at the band.* ::That song was made on Mar Sara.::
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Post by Rick Rancor on Sept 25, 2005 18:33:07 GMT -8
*He finishes off the drink and gets up.* *He walks out the door.*
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Post by Xy'eth Fett on Oct 3, 2005 16:19:36 GMT -8
*musics playing people are laughing, dancing. just wanting to have fun. theres an explosion and the doors blow opens droids swarm in taking out all living things. proposing a threat or not*
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Post by Xy'eth Fett on Oct 3, 2005 16:25:13 GMT -8
*once everyone/things dead, fett comes in* good work. but that ones still alive. *he walks over and lifts up the barely moving body and shoots it, taking his wallet as he falls to the floor. he searches...* not a thing. you wasted bumb. you five, stay. the rest, lets go.
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Post by Xy'eth Fett on Oct 3, 2005 16:25:31 GMT -8
*he leaves*
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Post by jmcmatt on Apr 10, 2007 19:39:05 GMT -8
As sweat beaded and rolled down his neck, Colonol Mithowan Delovar stared at his empty glass. The bartender had given him the glass in anticipation of his drink, but had left to tend another customer before pouring it. After sorting out the other sentients order, he brought over a vial shaped bottle of Starshine Suprise, and began to pour the whole content into Mith's glass. It only filled the glass a third of the way, but any more than that and he'd be too intoxicated to keep his gaurd up. Although his most recent mission was technically over, Colonol Delovar prefered to stay on edge for at least as long as he was on the planet, if not longer. Mith sipped at his drink, subtly scoping out every patron, considering the likelyhood that any one of them was in any way connected to the Dacen smuggling ring he'd just dismantled. There was one possible candidate, but his drunken shouts and unhindered laughter suggested he either wasn't involved, or hadn't recieved the news of his new unemployment yet. Either way, Mith decided he needed to keep his eye on him.
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Post by Soleia Reiss on Apr 10, 2007 19:56:01 GMT -8
Daylight poured into the dim room as Igatta entered, then it vanished when the door hissed closed again. Igatta walked to the bar and sat down, she was well aquianted with Corellian Al's, so the loud atmosphere didn't phase her. When the bar tender asked for her order, she opened her mouth, then remebered she'd given up drinking. She hesitated, then ordered one of the few non-alcoholic drinks on the menu.
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Post by jmcmatt on Apr 10, 2007 20:17:07 GMT -8
Mith drained his glass, enjoying the pleasant buzz. I'd better get something in my stomach soon. He raised his hand, and the barkeep walked over and planted his hands on the edge of the bar, waiting for Mith to order. "I'll have a kommerken steak and some ootoowergs, please," Mith said, hoping they had the Mimban cuisine. "Coming right up," the barkeep said. The hefty man turned and yelled in huttese to the twi'lek chef, who started to get the fixings of Mith's meal. Mith turned his attention to the door as a lithe, and small, woman walked through the door and took a seat a few spaces down. She ordered a non-alchoholic drink, and settled into the seat. Mith looked past her, back at the loud one he'd been watching. He was now prancing around in a drunken daze, telling jokes and waiting for everyone else around him to politely laugh. The barkeep brought over his steak, and Mith gave him a small stack of credit chips. He cut the steak into pieces, and savored each piece. About halfway through his meal he noticed the woman again out of the corner of his eye. He assumed she was eyeing his steak, but when he turned she was looking right at him. He held her stare for a second before resuming his meal, as she returned to her drink.
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Post by Soleia Reiss on Apr 10, 2007 20:33:27 GMT -8
Igatta turned her gaze from the man back to her drink, she thought he seemed fimiliar, but could've place where she had seen him if, in fact, she had at all. She sipped her drink. For some reason she wasn't in a good mood today and was becoming annoywed with the drunk man who seemed to be getting more obdoxious and intoxicated by the minute, or maybe it was that he was getting closer. She turned to see him hoble over to her and lean against the bar, uncomfortably close to her, liquor was heavy on his breath. She sighed silently and braced herself, she hated these sort of situations and admonished herself for coming in here in the first place. She turned back to her drink, but she could feel his eyes on her, and it bothered her. After a few uncomfortable minutes, he spoke, "Either this liquor has blurred my vision or I'm in heaven because I aint seen nothing fine as you in this galaxy, sweetheart." Igatta tensed, but continued to ignore him, comforting herself by the fact that her blaster snugly nestled inside her jacket.
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Post by jmcmatt on Apr 10, 2007 20:47:35 GMT -8
Mith had just finished his steak and was getting up to leave when he heard the drunk he'd been watching start to make advances on the woman. He was halfway to door when the man used his first pickup line, and Mith turned to watch the spectacle. Amusement turned to action when, after the woman tensed up and ignored him, the man slammed his glass down and got very upset, very fast. Mith was three steps away when the man started to reach for her arm, and by the time he was about to wrap his fingers around her arm Mith was within arms distance. She began to move defensively, not noticing Mith until he filled the corner of her eye. The man was as surprised as she was, but the man was intoxicated, so it was considerably more surprising to him. Mith grabbed the mans outstretched hand and folded it in, stretching tendons in his arm and causing him to move around and back up against the bar. Patrons scattered, getting away before the a misplaced elbow hurt a bystander. The woman stood up and took two steps back, out of arms distance. Mithowan held the man in this position for several seconds, staring him down as the man squirmed.
The alchohol had apparently steeled his nerves however, because he decided it would be a good idea to throw a punch. The punch was aimed at Mithowans nose, but Mith simply stepped back and canted his head down as if offering a bow, and the mans fish smashed into the frontal bone of his skull. A sharp pain shot out from Miths forehead, but it was nothing compared to the pain of the mans shattered knuckles. The man decided that this would be an ideal time to collapse into the fetal position, and Mithowan decided to let him. He set a 10 credit chip on the counter for the barkeep, and then walked for the door. Patrons were staring at him with a mix between awe and fear, but he didn't care.
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Post by Soleia Reiss on Apr 10, 2007 21:07:51 GMT -8
Igatta was still taken aback by what had just transpired. At first she felt a little humbled- she could've handled the situation on her own, couldn't she? But that was the old Iggy thinking, in reality she felt thankful for the stranger who had taken the time to notice the situation and do something about it.
Having no desire to stay in that bar another second, she dashed out the door before the drunk man found his way back to his feet.
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Post by jmcmatt on Apr 11, 2007 12:56:31 GMT -8
After the woman left, Mith casually walked through the door and into the street, heading for, and eventually boarding, his ship.
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