Surely your joking, Ms. Sok'nada [OPEN]

((OOC---This is before Zett's trip to Bespin.))

Zett had had a long few months, Running around trying to avoid Pirates, Hebba, and the Sith alike. He had also made more enemy's and deadly ones at that, but he also had met a few allies... Powerful allies.

Zett had taken the opportunity to return home to Coruscant for a while, Where he for several hours was working on his Ship Star Hunter, he was making several modifications for hours on end, crosswireing several systems, for now just mainly the computer systems, but he had got to some of the bigger stuff too.

But he had started late last night and it was now almost the morning. He decided to let his ship be for now and left what droids where in it already alone, but as for Shadow, and T6 he had them come with him back to the apartment.
Taking his airspeeder that he also had parked in the hanger he left for his Apartment.

There he cooked himself some Nerf Beacon, and a Mug of Hot Cocoa, then made it out to his Balcony in time to watch as the night faded into daylight. He had only a few shorter building obscuring his few of the sunrise, but it wasn't long before it was seen to him crawling over the tops of the shorter buildings.

He then finished his breakfast and went into the apartment and shaved giving himself a clean cut, he also had finally had the time to cut some of the shoulder length hair off giving him a shorter more suitable hair cut above the ears.

After that he had decided to go visit the one of the Rare Zoo's on Coruscant, not for sight seeing, but because he had his own pet in there. He had agreed to let the Zoo keep Jey, his Kybuck from Kashyyyk, they had been in need of one more for there exhibit, and he had needed a place to keep him as the Apartment building wasn't exactly open to the idea of having a Fully grown Kybuck roaming the building.

He hadn't seen his loyal Pet in at least a month or two and owed him a visit.

But after that he found that a few hours had gone by and he was in need of a drink.... a much needed and well deserved, drink....

The closest Cantina had been one he had not come to before, he entered into the Dimly red lit room, and found the first and only spot at the bar, witch was between a Curved female Twi'lek, and a large muscled Blue skinned Duro. Who looked like he had been there sense before Zett landed yesterday. He looked as though he had been planted in his seat and been drinking far more then he should have. He looked so drunk in fact that if you looked at him the Wrong (or right) way, he might snap and lash out at you.

Zett walked up to the bar with causation, and ordered an Alderaanian ale, a simple but good drink. He looked at the Twi'lek girl on his left and the Hulking Duro on his right.

Zett turned to the Duro again but didn't say any thing didn't even look at him long, no cross looks either. But Zett's original thought about him where true, he would indeed snap at almost nothing.

The giant Duro Stood giant Chest and muscles now showing even more, His strange voice mixed with slurred speech of him being drunk sounded through the cantina even louder then the music, mainly because it stopped at his yell. "WHat?!?! YOU SAY SOMETHING TO ME?!?!" A handful of the patrons turned to look at what was going on and some of them acted as if the Duro often started fights. Even the Bartender was on a 'First name basis' with him. "Now Cabo, he didn't say anythi..." He was cut off by a backward swing by the Duro, the cause of witch ended in the breaking of the Bartenders nose and splitting both lips.

Zett reached for his hips to draw...Blast it. Zett cursed Silently, he hadn't brought his own pistols with him, the one and only time and look what happens. Zett thought to himself.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY LITTLE BOY?!?!"
Listen, the man was right, i didn't say....

"LIAR!!!" The brute swung down words at Zett, Zett jumped off the seat in time to dodge that, but he gave another backlash with his left hand this time squaring Zett in his Jaw knocking him to the ground.

Zett crawled to his feet, if he had time the man would have already been down without even knowing Zett was in the Room.
Zett stood and wiped the salty fresh red blood from his lip,
Alright...No talking. Zett growled looking down at the stool that he had been on a few seconds ago that was now broken from the Duros earlier downward pummel.
How strong is that guy? He must be taking some sort of stimulant or drug. Zett thought, the words and muttered them too.

Zett put his fists up in front of him ready to make what small dents he could on the Duro....

((OOC---Sorry it got kinda long I just started and kept going lol ;D))

OOC:

S'all good man, no worries.

IC:

Doneeda didn't really take notice of somebody sitting down next to her. She did, however, think it was a bad idea, given the rather large, brutish looking fellow who was now occupying the seat beside the new patron. She looked over, as the occupant, a human by the looks of him, was looking at the Duro.

The Duro did look back over, but Donnie just made sure she shifted her eyes to something vaguely behind the wall of a being and rested her head on her hand, using her elbow to prop herself up. The events that followed went off as if they were choreographed, and, ironically, as a rather ill-placed commercial came on...

COURSCANT! SAFE, SECURE, PROSPEROUS! Come live, work and...play, at the center of the galaxy! Call the Courscanti - WHAM -

Donnie turned away from the Holo to see the bartender's face bleeding.

'Erry Kosmopolidan...

She muttered in her broken basic, standing up to avoid the Duro, obviously oblivious to her presence. Which, she'd barely had time to do before the Duro knocked the man down to the ground, bleeding as well.

At this juncture, Doneeda was looking around for some way either out, or to finish this gigantic wall of a Duro off. Obviously the pair had some kind of Nerf (OOC: like beef...just...starwars!) with each other, and interfering wouldn't necessarily be the best idea.

Then again...

The Duro had messed up the bartender. Somebody she was sure had nothing to do with anything. And there was a rather large fire extinguisher on the other side of the bar, conveniently within reach.... Donnie had a plan.

She reached over the bar easily, and grabbed the industrial-sized extinguisher, hefting it's bulk over the bar with relative ease. Then, she turned around, seeing the Duro now calling the Human "little boy". The Duro wasn't a poet, that much was for sure, the Amazonian twi'lek thought, getting a good grasp on the top handles of the device, and moving it to the floor.

All she'd have to do was wait...for him to stand upright...

Wait for it...wwwaaaiiittt fooorrr iiittt....

She thought to herself, getting her whacking stance ready.

C'mon...just bring that big, ugly head of yours...

OOC: Fix'd!