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by **Skogul** on Sat Jul 26, 2008 3:25 pm

OOC: Old cantina thread pretty much ran its course, so here's a new generic bar thread to replace it. Just kinda playing off the events of that thread, but this is a clean slate for anyone to jump into.

IC: Twilight had descended on this region of the planet, specifically the sprawling metropolitan area of the Hub's main city, the air beginning to take on a slight briskness as the sun made its slow descent toward the horizon, the dock and port district's more colorful denizens took to the streets to revel in the city's nightlife and all that came with it, from carnal pleasures and chemical vices to petty crime and violence.

Skogul did not mind this kind of setting due to extended exposure to it over the course of her dealings as a salvager, although she avoided getting herself sucked into the crush of bodies clad in all sorts of ridiculous ensemble, or lack thereof that packed into and immediately outside of all different types of night clubs and seedy bars that attracted the wannabe gangbanger sorts looking to engage in as much hedonism as physically possible before the consequences could catch up with them. None of that appealed much to her, although she had seen wilder days as a younger woman, she was never much one to go as far as she could push herself to try to prove something to a vapid clique of peers.

The cantina had been pretty much destroyed, and even if it remained mostly intact, the omnipresence of the Eudemonian CPS units made the general atmosphere of the entire block a bit less than relaxed, especially for someone who dealt in a business that didn't always mesh very well with the interests of the larger political powers invested in the goings on of the Hub.

The processing a few hours before, as the chaos that was the cantina wound down, was not nearly as bad as she had initially anticipated. As she left the more crowded streets and headed closer to the ports, where the working men's bars and clubs became more prevalent, she recalled the debriefing and paperwork she was pretty much forced to deal with, although it was a welcome alternative to having her brain poked, prodded and reprogrammed by Eudemonian technicians. As an additional plus, her latest “crimes” as they could be officially considered, had gone unrecorded, so far anyhow. Apparently that cranky Eudemonian had been right about that much.

Finally, just a couple of blocks away from the industrial dock where her own modest little craft sat waiting for her to return, she crossed the empty street, disregarding whatever token darkly clothed individuals might be lurking in a doorway or alley, probably waiting for an underground hand-off of one sort of contraband or another, and entered a simple doorway to a decently sized pilot's bar that she'd been to in the past. Business was done for the day, and this stop was strictly leisure as far as she was concerned. An initial inspection of the joint revealed the usual staples of any worn down drinking establishment: a bar that had seen its share of beatings, respectable collection of liquor behind it; stools either empty or supporting slumped drunks or those on their way to intoxication; tables off to the side, some being used by shady looking fellows or simply dirty dockworkers looking to relax after a long day of manual labor. The air smelled of stale smoke and the lingering odor of booze of no discernible type, but the place in general was comfortable.

After lingering a minute, Skogul relaxed, letting her shoulders droop a bit, as if letting all the bullshit she'd had shoveled onto her earlier in the day roll off of her body, moving to an empty stool with plenty of others to act as a buffer between her and the resident alehounds and taking a seat, leaning forward on the bar as she waited for the tender to notice her.

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by **Taimashin** on Sat Jul 26, 2008 3:44 pm

The rowdier crowds had begun settling into The Hub, but they had yet to drink themselves into idiocy. As a result, Taima was enjoying the relative peace that had settled over the bar, keeping in mind that it wouldn’t last for very long. Small talk wasn’t his forte, and he tried to make this as obvious as possible through his demeanor, but still, every once in a while one of the patrons seated at the bar would speak up, offering some half-assed piece of just-barely-sober conversation. The Anai would oblige them with a faint nod or chuckle in reply, before turning back to the shelves, where he was absently rearranging the liquor display bottles.

Taimashin didn’t notice Skogul’s initial entrance, but when he finally glanced over and realized who’d taken a seat at the bar, he (almost) gleefully trotted over to her, the slightest trace of a smile on his lips as he leaned against his side of the bar.

“Black and tan tonight, Sko? Or are you feeling adventurous?”

by **Skogul** on Sat Jul 26, 2008 3:56 pm

Skogul had intended to cut all ties with her kind and the other races that inhabited her world of origin when she left, fleeing the tradition-bound aristocratic system that had birthed her. However, fate would not allow her to escape her past so cleanly, and although she was not initially keen on the fact she encountered another Anai when she had met Taimashin a while ago, the man eventually became a welcome sight of familiarity after drifting amongst wrecks, derelicts, pirates and stars for weeks on end.

A heavy sigh was her first response as she rested her head on her folded arms atop the surface of the bar, closing her eyes as if to rest them as she nodded faintly at the question before actually offering an audible reply.

Just the usual, been through too much to try one of your wonder brews tonight.

It was only now, once she allowed herself to relax, that she noticed she was sore. Her muscles, joints and even ribs where Tiresias, in the frightening combat mode he'd somehow slipped into toward the latter end of the events in the cantina, had slammed into her as he “heroically” removed her from the crumbling insides of the building ached in a way she couldn't quite ignore. She had not had a chance to return to her quarters on her ship and shower or change clothes, so she knew she was grimey and probably possessed some sort of hint of offensive odor, but she didn't really care at this point.

by **Annora** on Sat Jul 26, 2008 3:57 pm

Annora's unique ship stood out among the others in the dock, and she hoped it wouldn't attract too much negative attention.

As the back hatch lowered, she peered out into the dimly lit dock. Seeing no immediate danger, she turned and grabbed her handgun, stashing it in her tac vest, and then snagged what looked like a small remote. As she exited the ship, she hit two buttons. The hatch lifted and closed, then the ship vanished from sight.

Slipping the remote into a pocket on the inside of her vest, Annora slid her hands into her pockets and wandered about quietly.

It wasn't long until she discovered the bar. She stood outside pondering a moment, staring at the door. Annora watched a small handful of people come and go until she finally decided she'd go in.

The smells were familiar to her, reminding her of various bars she had stumbled upon in her journeys. It reminded her somewhat of home and felt a little comforting.

Walking slowly, she approached the bar with various (possibly) delicious alcoholic beverages behind it. Her eyes scanned over them as she took a seat on a stool, near an interesting looking woman but yet not too close.

Annora continued scanning, waiting until the tender finished with his current patron.

by **RyuInnari** on Sat Jul 26, 2008 4:39 pm

Kyle was walking around town for most of the day, he felt the calm serenity of the remains of nature, he felt the cool wind blow against him as he walked along the sturdy walkway that led to a dimly-lit bar, it was well after hours, but Kyle wasn't worried or bothered, he needed to explore local culture and traditions and this seemed the perfect place to begin, carefully and stealthily he crept to a dark alley near the bar, just in time as he saw a woman dressed in clad black walk out of apparently thin air, then stopped as she did something then, after some people had left and others had gone in the woman followed suit and entered the bar

Kyle was wondrous at the stunning complexity of this new city, why would someone wait until others had left first, could the bar be full? upon inspection he found it to be nearly empty, with the exception of a few unconscious drunks and two females, both of which was giving off an unusual aura, Kyle felt then warming and homely and he walked closer to the bar, feeling adventurous, Kyle pulled up his black trench coat he bought earlier in the day so it hid his body from view, he then pulled his shades over his amber-orange eyes and walked into the bar, Kyle then proceeded to sit down on a stool by the bar table and placed his hands on the table.

"Good evening ladies"

Returning his attention to the busy barkeeper, Kyle simply waited patiently for the barkeeper to serve him.

by **Taimashin** on Sat Jul 26, 2008 4:42 pm

Taimashin looked at the woman briefly, with an expression of mild concern, before shrugging inwardly, and heading off to concoct the drink; he tipped an acknowledging nod at Annora in the process.

He returned to Skogul a few seconds later, laying down a napkin, and setting the glass gently atop it. That done, Taima didn't attempt any sort of conversation and turned easily, stepping over to the Annora. Apparently, he was in work mode now or something-- mostly because she was rather attractive.

“What can I get you?”

by **Annora** on Sat Jul 26, 2008 4:53 pm

Drawing her attention away from the bottles behind the bar, her eyes settled on Taimashin. She smiled softly, glancing him over. He was rather cute.

Bottle of Heineken, please.

Annora folded her arms on the bar and watch the tender do his stuff with mild curiosity. Her ears soon picked up the voice of a new patron, however she ignored him for the time being. Her attention was focused elsewhere right now.

by **Eudemonia** on Sat Jul 26, 2008 5:00 pm

Unbeknownst to Skogul, he had been tracking her the entire time. Breath heavy with Eudemonian spirits and a half-empty bottle of the Tuleoi brew, his skills at shadowing were still fine enough to locate the woman despite his obvious inebriation, though the fact she was so eager to escape the plainly horrid situation may have much to do with it. Muddled thoughts of the last few hours ran through his hazy mind as he leaned against the exterior of the bar, taking a swig from the bottle before sauntering into the bar in a clearly drunken state.

Perhaps it was the significant lag time on Tuleoi liquors that enabled him to track the woman, or the general setting of the bar, as the tendrils of the vile nature of drink wrapped around his mind in those few moments upon his entering. Suddenly feeling rather dizzy, the man collapsed into a stool, bottle clearly in hand, before sliding the entire object over the counter, where it would likely crash into the bar, perhaps even at the bartender’s feet. Smiling sheepishly, his deadened eyes looked up to the man, a simple and almost naïve smile coming across his face as he spoke

Donation to the bar…

He said before quickly shifting his attention to the array of liquors before him clearly on presentation in the well-stocked bar. He had tired of the Tuleoi liquor, to be honest, and now desired to sample the regional liquors the planet had to offer. Eyes greedily jumping from bottle to bottle, his own insatiable nature in the midst of despair had apparently caught up to him, the horrible vengeance of his own psyche seeking self-destruction through one of man’s most ancient of vices

by **Skogul** on Sat Jul 26, 2008 5:16 pm

The sounds of clumsy drunkards were familiar enough to her for her to notice the approach of one following the darkly garbed woman to whom she bothered to move her head to offer a glance at and the trenchcoated man to whom she offered nothing of note. Exasperated and admittedly a bit fatigued, Skogul didn't train her gaze on the bar's door as Tiresias entered, though once he threw himself against a stool and all but hurled the bottle of whatever noxious liquor he'd tanked himself up on over the bar at Taimashin, she knew exactly who had arrived.

The recognition alone was enough for her to sit up, staring in near disbelief at the Eudemonian, now in a state much different than she had last encountered him. Her expression went from surprise to a softened sort of pity few ever saw on her and she looked to her fellow Anai, who was obviously rather taken with the other woman, nodding briefly to him to let him know this one was no problem for the time being. It was lucky for both of them that Skogul was in good with the proprietor; some would be less thrilled to tolerate such a display of unrestrained intoxication. She would have to offer the bartender one of the choice goods from her stock to make up for whatever damages the smashed Tiresias would inflict on the bar or patrons later on. Without any verbal indication, one of those alien headtails rose up, reaching behind Tiresias as he wobbled around uneasily at the stool that was probably supporting more of his weight than his legs were at his point, providing a small measure of backup should he fall.

Well, well... Tiresias, was it? Didn't figure you'd be mingling with the barbarians again so soon after what happened earlier today.

The statement was punctuated with her lifting the glass of beer, taking a long gulp of it and returning it gently to the napkin coaster if came with. She stared at the glass for a moment, savoring the refreshing nature of the beverage within before continuing to idly lean on the bartop with feigned disinterest in the happenings around her.

by **RyuInnari** on Sat Jul 26, 2008 5:20 pm

Kyle looked aghast as a dark character entered the bar, not wanting to be noticed, Kyle shrank back in his chair and watched as dark energy and aura seeped from this patron, it also flowed from the bottle the character placed on the bar table for the tender to pick up, Kyle decided it was time to act, this shady character had entered and offered the bartender a plausible poison, Kyle rose from his seat, his black trench coat obscuring his body from view, Kyle merely walked up to the stranger and gave him a curt tap on the shoulder, one would link to being caught doing something naughty

May I borrow this?

and without waiting for a response kyle leaned over and took the bottle, giving it a good sniff he put it back down by the man

Seems to be clean, very well, sorry for the inconvenience

Kyle was very protective about the drinks these barmen sold and he rounded his stool and sat back down on it, he then relaxed as the barkeeper had moved on to the next patron

by **Taimashin** on Sat Jul 26, 2008 5:38 pm

Taimashin blinked at Tiresias, and stepped away from the bar. Well, that was… that was random (and slightly irritating)… but if Skogul was alright with the drunkard, Taima would let him be. For now, anyway. If shit started breaking, there’d be a problem, but until then...

Sighing, the bartender retrieved a bottle of Heinekin for Annora, and idly flipped the top off with one of his headtails, before glaring over at the fellow in the trench coat.

“Y’know, dude, I’ve been doing this job for a while now. I don’t particularly need your help, insofar as what I serve and don’t serve. The only thing I need you to do is order, drink, and keep your trap shut. Okay?”

by **RyuInnari** on Sat Jul 26, 2008 5:51 pm

I don't mean to take your job away from you, I'm just careful about what strangers give.

Kyle was taken aback by the bartender's harsh response, but in the situation deemed it prudent

I apologize,I think I'll try one of your house specialties, any one will do, I'm feeling venturous.

Kyle then took a few large round solid gold coins from his pocket and laid them on the desk

For your troubles Sir.

Kyle said and awaited his drink.

by **Annora** on Sat Jul 26, 2008 5:53 pm

Annora's head quickly turned to the side, looking to the newcomer that threw the bottle. She seemed briefly irritated, but that quickly faded as she received her drink. Gripping the cool bottle, Annora lifted it and gave Taimashin a little toast.

Thank you.

Pulling it back, she put it to her lips and drank deeply. After a few seconds, she lowered it and sat it in front of her, half of it gone already. She then sighed happily. Annora loved the stuff, and this would probably be the first of many bottles this evening.

While drinking, she couldn't help but listen and smirk at what Taimashin said to the strange guy in the big coat.

Soon her bottle was emptied and she pushed it aside, eyes settling on the wonderful bartender again.

Keep 'em comin'.

by **Eudemonia** on Sat Jul 26, 2008 6:23 pm

Tiresias did he best to feign surprise, most likely with mixed results, as he encountered the junker woman “by chance”. Giving her a nod of acknowledgement before turning back to the collection of liquors, he pointed at one particular liquor of rather rare distinction. Emblazoned with an insignia of Eudemonia against a pristine, and rather ancient, view of the Thebvae countryside the bottle appeared to be filled with a murky liquid, the contents largely composed of grain alcohol jointly fermented with a type of sweet berry native to the planet. Producing a wad of credits from his pocket, he slammed the currency on the table, directing his attention back to Skogul as he spoke

Keep the glasses coming…

He tipped his hand in a far too dramatic manner, correcting himself

Two glasses, traditional set, please.

He said with a small smile, shifting in his seat and leaning against the bar in a rather causal manner considering his demeanor just a few hours ago.

Yes, indeed. I’ve taken a liking to the barbarians of this area, it seems.

His eyes squinted as he steadied himself, aided no doubt by Skogul’s appendages. Shaking off the aids, he leaned against the bar once more, some of his previous venom seeping through what would be an otherwise jovial state of mind

…As it seems they have claimed another to the ranks of sub-humans. This place is cursed.

He added in a barely audible tone, fixating once more upon the drink he would soon receive

by **Skogul** on Sat Jul 26, 2008 6:52 pm

Suspicion could not be shaken off so easily in Skogul's mind. She hardly was convinced this was merely the Eudemonian's way of trying to be social, despite whatever he might try to convey in his attitude and behavior. Still, she had no proof one way or another so he could very well be sincere, and she would simply play along until evidence of some sort presented itself. He seemed mostly harmless in his liquor haze, anyhow. Exchanging a mildly amused glance with Taimashin, she allowed herself a small smile as Tiresias made his alcohol selection for both of them. She was game to trying something new from his homeland, and made short work of the rest of her black and tan, sliding the newly emptied glass on its napkin toward the inside of the bar for the Anai man to deal with when he had the chance.

She edged a bit closer, manipulating the stool she sat on to shift toward the man, but not so much as to crowd him and make him feel suspicious or uncomfortable, she hoped. Given his present state and the fact more liquor was on the way, she had a good feeling he'd need some more support if he were to remain sitting on that pedestal.

Really? Sounds to me like you've still got some mixed feelings.

Indeed, she had heard him mutter under his breath and decided to test him a little bit, playfully. It wouldn't be wise to take it too far, since he undoubtedly had at least one weapon on his person somewhere, but it was unlikely a gentle prod would garner such an extreme response, especially with so many people around.

Affording herself one of her periodic scans of the room, reached down, plunging a hand into one of the larger of many cavernous pockets adorning her trousers with no small amount of noise being caused by her rummaging, finally producing what appeared to be a knife, wrapped in a swatch of dingy fabric. She set it on the bartop, unwrapping the covering to reveal an extremely old, smaller-than-average xiphos of one sort or another, bearing the tell-tale emblem of Eudemonia. She slid it over a bit, toward Tiresias and waited patiently for his reaction to a relic of the early days of his country.

by **Taimashin** on Sat Jul 26, 2008 7:34 pm

“Not a problem,” he said to Annora, grinning. He was more accustomed to having bottles lobbed at him than he was getting toasted to, so yeah—that grin? It couldn’t be helped.

Anyway, he eventually eyed the gold Kyle had set on the counter, and nodded amicably enough, while sliding it away and depositing it in the register. He grabbed a mug from a nearby shelf and filled it to the brim with the most expensive house brew the Hub had to offer. That didn’t necessarily mean it was the best beer here, but it was the priciest, so hey, why not?

“There y’go.” Taimashin gently slid the glass over to Kyle, while one of his tails gripped another bottle of Heinekin. Again, after setting it down in front of Annora, he flipped the cap off easily with one of those strange blades in a move of shameless showmanship.

He considered simply not serving Tiresias, but the man had slapped down the credits, so who was Taima to deny him some booze? T’was inhuman! Plus, Sko looked like she could use more alcohol. So, with a shrug, he acquired an unopened bottle of the Eudemonian liquor, and set it down before them, along with two ice-filled glasses. It’d make his job a bit easier, not having to refill constantly—and he’d also be able to strike up a conversation with Annora. Hopefully.

by **RyuInnari** on Sat Jul 26, 2008 7:59 pm

Kyle downed the beer in one short fling, the alcohol rushing into his system created an adrenaline rush
Wow, that was great

Kyle nodded to the tender

get me the strongest you have

[i] he then waited for his drink, while waiting he placed three more gold coins on the bar.

by **Annora** on Sat Jul 26, 2008 10:19 pm

Annora raised both eyebrows and smirked a little, then grabbed her bottle and downed half yet again. After she set the bottle down, she reached into her vest and fiddled around. With a grunt and some deep digging, she found what she was looking for. Out came a large sum of credits, which she put on the table and pushed towards Taimashin. She hasn't been around long, but long enough to seek work and do some slightly shady missions for a cartel or two. It netted her enough to live quite comfortably for the time being.

It seemed she was serious about drinking this evening and was also feeling rather generous to boot. Lifting the bottle, she took a swig. Glancing to the side while drinking, at Skogul and Tiresias, she motioned over with her head when she lowered her bottle.

Keep half that for yourself, and let them know I'd like to cover a round or three for them.

Annora then downed the rest of that bottle and slid it aside to stand next to the other. While she waited for her next bottle to arrive, she gazed at the things that grew from Taimashin's head.

Those things look rather awesome.

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