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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. ]]

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"I am certain it can be made," Arha said with a grin. "Gino is very talented, after all." The bartender, then, lit her drink on fire.

She watched, fascinated, as the drink swirled through several hues and hissed as the flame turned blue and went out. He placed it front of her, clearly pleased with his handiwork.

"That was lovely!" Arha said, beaming.

"Guess I'd better chug this one, then." Axl threw his head back, took a long pull -- and stopped for a moment, looking as though he might've bit off more than he could chew.

"Whoa. Not that this isn't a kick in the pants, too."

"Some drinks one should nurse,"Arha said wryly. "The other drink can still be made, mm? Focus on your first. Such is a good idea, no?"

"I may never have the chance to do this again," Axl said, his voice carrying a bit more Impatient Kid tone than usual. "I have to make up for lost time!"

"And you may do yourself damage if you just slam everything back. It is meant to be enjoyed, not guzzled." Arha's tone was weighted with a certain amount of authority in exact proportion to his impatient kid. "Enjoy it. There is no hurry."

Oh, man, that tone sounded familiar. It was kind of like the tone Alia always put on when she was telling him no, you're not opening fire until I'm finished scanning the defense perimeter or no, you cannot play Killzone 7 on the giant vidscreen in the control room.

And Arha probably had more than just a very good death glare to back it up, too!

He nodded sheepishly and took a much more reasonable sip.

Better.

Her expression softened again and she was very much all smiles as she took a proper sip of her formerly flaming drink. It was potent. Very potent. It was also a surprising variety of flavors.

"I think," she said, "the best thing about drinking is enjoying the flavors and textures of the drink."

"It feels like I knocked out a neural relay sensor. Only not all the way, it's just...fuzzy. Usually they either work or they don't." He didn't sound so impatient anymore, but his age was definitely still making itself apparent. "It's awesome."

Kyle had been mixed up in the crowd, and only just now managed to push his way to the bar. Ordering up something that looked tasty he was about to settle in at the bar when he noticed Arha, and one of the new kids from the squadron. Smiling he took his drink, and made his way over. "Staying out of trouble you two?"

"We have been admiring the beverages," Arha said, her face lighting up as she caught Kyle's face. "You should try this thing I have just gotten. It is something called a Molotov Planet."

The drink smelled very, very good, with an ever-shifting aroma that was mostly citrus and very beach like. According to the menu, it was unique to the person imbibing it. When Arha sipped it, she could almost taste Spice and the cool night wind, or the moisture being gathered by dew catchers. She let herself enjoy it, too, which was a rare thing.

"I always stay out of trouble," Axl said, in response to Kyle's question.

Clearly he must not be too drunk yet, since he managed to say it with a straight face.

"Sounds like something that would explode your insides. Guess I'll have to give it a try then." Taking a seat he called over a waitress, and ordered a Molotov Planet.

Turning to Axel Kyle smirked a bit. "I'm sure you do kid, but sometimes it's good to get in a little bit of trouble. Like say in this bar with these fantastic drinks."

"I believe I have gotten into a great amount of trouble since I have been here," Arha said mildly. And that was when Bojut wandered back in and faceplanted in Arha's lap.

"Yes," she murmured, very, very carefully attempting to move the massively drunk alien. "Such as this one, who wished to take me home for..." Arha waved as it wasn't terribly important.

Encouraging some trouble? That sounded like something Zero would've said.

Axl just grinned and took another sip of his drink. And did his level best not to sway. He still had most of his motor functions intact, dammit.

Kyle shook his head, and chuckled. Using the Force he picked the drunk alien up, and moved him off of Arha. Hovering him just over the floor he dropped him somewhat gently right on his ass. Sure he could have put in a nearby seat, but the guy had fallen face first into his woman's lap. There simply had to be some small consequence for that. "I see that trouble certainly doesn't have a hard time finding you."

"I do not think I would be myself if it had difficulty finding me," Arha said, shifting herself so she was leaning pleasantly into Kyle. It was also a strategic move in the fact that her lap was not so accessible.

Bojut grinned stupidly, mumbled, and promptly passed out. Gino, the massive bartender, swore and barked an order across the bar. Someone quickly tossed Bojut into a hired car, which Arha witnessed as she peered after the man. That cared for, she stretched a bit, and sipped at her drink.

Wait, did he just toss that drunk guy over with his brain or something?

Axl stared for a moment. Looked at Kyle, looked at Bojut, looked at Kyle again. He knew he was getting tipsy, but he was pretty sure he wasn't hallucination tipsy.

"That was awesome. Do it again!"

"What was awesome?"

Kira blinked, having made his way back to the table from the bar, where he'd gotten...

...juice. Naturally.

Kyle approved of Arha's well though out tactical maneuver. From his grin it was clear he was a very happy man.

"'Fraid I can't kid. Drunk tossing is officially frowned upon by the Jedi Order, but I can do this instead." Spotting the waitress making her way over to him with his drink he floated it over to him with the Force. It might have been showing off a bit, but the kid seemed alright and he didn't mind entertaining him a little. It had the added benefit of meaning he didn't need to disturb Arha.

Taking a sip he was surprised at the flavor. It had an initial bit that slowly grew into a subtle smokiness. He liked it.

Arha laughed, the sound bright and bubbly, as she snagged a chair from another table and drew it over with the Force--speaking of showing off--so that Kira had a place to sit. She didn't feel like moving, either, content with enjoying her evening where she was.

"Terrible Jed-Eye we are," she said wryly, "showing off in such a manner." Arha let the drink ease some mellowness into her voice and it enhanced the soft whiskey burr that was already present.

"I'm sorry, but I think by terrible, you mean awesome," Axl said firmly, nodding his head maybe a little more emphatically than he actually meant to.

Another sip of his drink and he realized he was staring at the bottom of the glass. That wouldn't do.

He waved over a passing waitress. "Molotov Planet, non-organic? Thanks!"

Kira sits, his hands around his glass as he looks at the others at the table. "...what exactly are the Jedi, anyway? I've heard it mentioned a few times."

"Well I could never confirm or deny your opinion as that's strictly forbidden for us Jedi." Kyle was of course winking as he said making it clear that he indeed did agree that he was awesome.

Kyle nodded at Kira as a way of greeting him, and then explained. "We're guardians of peace, and justice in our galaxy. Which really means whenever something goes wrong we're the ones they call. It's not really a sedate life. Actually it's a bit like things here in a way. Always running from one planet to another trying to help people."

He nods. "If you're trying to help people, there's not a lot of free time involved."

"I enjoy helping people," Arha said, flashing a bright smile. "It is what I have tried to do since I was a child. I am...possibly the first Jed-Eye from another universe, one that is not native to the one Kyle comes from. Though I am different, the goal is the same."

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