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trans_92010-06-22 06:43 pm
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sammy's sideways slam
Down in some seedier district deep mainland was an eyesore of neon flashing lights and reedy, trilling alien music that was, once you got used to it, pretty damn good. It was called Sammy's Sideways Slam and, according to ever local with a half functioning liver (or alien organ equivalent), it served the best, most potent, insanely awesome drinks on the entire planet. It was also a place were drunk fights went unnoticed, the barkeep knocked heads together on a routine basis, and his wife (Seela'leen and See for short) sang bawdy drinking songs in a voice that simply couldn't fit in her tiny three foot eight body. Perched up on a counter, the green skinned, emerald eyed woman leaned back, her shock of white and cinnamon striped hair curing over her shoulders, and let another song rip as the band slammed into the appropriate song.
Hooting, the rowdy audience cracked glasses together and sang along.
Sammy's was swinging.
[[OOC: One seedy bar, open location down in the mainland. Tag the main, tag your friend. Get wasted, play Sabbac, poker, by smokes off the Gino the bartender, hit on Seela'leen, whatever. I'll even NPC for you if you want. I'm late with this post. So late. But whatever. Rogues? Arha's looking for you. If you be Rogue, tag into the convo like it is a party, darlings. She wants her pile of pilots. if you want a separate tag, go'in do it. ]]
Hooting, the rowdy audience cracked glasses together and sang along.
Sammy's was swinging.
[[OOC: One seedy bar, open location down in the mainland. Tag the main, tag your friend. Get wasted, play Sabbac, poker, by smokes off the Gino the bartender, hit on Seela'leen, whatever. I'll even NPC for you if you want. I'm late with this post. So late. But whatever. Rogues? Arha's looking for you. If you be Rogue, tag into the convo like it is a party, darlings. She wants her pile of pilots. if you want a separate tag, go'in do it. ]]

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But as Kira stood in the doorway, he began to have second thoughts. Something told him that this really wasn't his sort of place.
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It wasn't anything about this bar in particular, but he just really wasn't a ... bar person. Still, there were friends, so he might as well go talk to them...
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"What would you like to drink?" she asked, pitching her voice so it reached him without too much interruption. "There is much available."
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