Another Day

[havenn]

The man smiled as he felt happy whether or not it was the company he was having or that he was a little drunk from the booze he didn't know which. He laughed as Gasan got them another drink "Hoorah" he said in celebration. He looked over at his new found cop friend "Yes tell us some amazing stories, it's not like we did anything bad....recently." He laughed heart-fully as he took a drink from his glass.

He could feel the booze making his body inside warm and fuzzy. He smiled as he looked at the two women and felt happy as it was nice to talk to women, sure it took him getting drunk for him to lighten up but there like anybody else and it would just take practice to get over this shyness of his. His grin was child like and he just spoke what he was thinking "Talon would be so proud of me, he always tried so hard to help me with my shyness, but if he could see me now talking normal to two beautiful woman, he would be so jealous." He waited for a second then noticed "Did I just say that out loud" he was still talking out loud "Ahh damn why am I still talking." He looked at the two "Maybe they didn't notice" he was still at it, he was having a hard time keeping his mouth shut as he was blushing once again.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

"Really? You must have some great stories to share then. Hey barkeep, another round for my friends here!"

Shakka waved way the bartender from getting her a new beer. She was at her limit for drinks when she was carrying a blaster. Booze and lethal weapons didn't mix well, and she had a certain responsibility. Carrying a weapon on Alderaan was a privilege, one she didn't want to abuse.

But she did have a few stories. You did pick them up on the job. There had been this one time when a drunken Rodian was wandering through the maintenance access area wearing underpants on his head and singing 'My Wandering Corellian Rose' at the top of his lungs. Then there'd also been the time when a Duros smuggling spice had tried hiding it in the toilet, and then claiming it had simply passed through his system. People told the most interesting lies.

She raised an eyebrow at the human man though. He didn't handle drinks well apparently, as he was pretty fresh. Not quite to slurring his words and staggering around, but he was headed to that in a hurry.

Shakka was distracted from the human's drunken ramblings by a loud crash, which she turned to look at. A woman sitting at the table was just lowering her foot from where she'd kicked out a seat, knocking the occupants onto the floor. The Twi'lek officer spotted a disturbance in the making and excused herself from the company, sliding off the bar stool and walking over to the site of the incident.

"Do we have a problem here?" She asked curtly, brown eyes shifting between the sitting woman and the two emerging from a tangle on the floor.

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"Mmmmm." Ervisa mumbled as she felt the man's arms wrap around her waist. "Gorgeous. I like the sound of that one." Her hands darted into her knee-height pocket and pulled out a pair of cigars. She'd bitten off the tip of one, and was working on the other, when she felt the unique and unmistakable sensation of falling.

It was something she always felt in her stomach first. And from long experience with falling, controlled and otherwise, she knew it would pass with a little time. However, when falling such a short distance, you didn't have that time. Involuntarily, her arms flailed as she fell. It was sideways rather than backwards, thanks to the way she'd been seated.

And of course, the man whose name she hadn't caught cushioned her fall quite nicely. But there was still the usual tangle of limbs to be expected, though she extricated herself rather quickly, salvaging her cigars, free from harm thankfully.

"That wasn't very nice. Who pissed in your drink lady?"

An orange Twi'lek walked over and asked if there was a problem. Ervisa's only response was to shrug. She'd let the other two sort that out.

[Deleted]

He was too focused on the beauty sitting on his lap when the girl across from them decided to tip the chair over, the sudden sensation of falling set Dorian on high alert. Soon as the Mirialan extricated her limbs from the tangle Dorian rolled backwards on to the top part of his spine and neck then placed his palms against the floor on the sides of his head and pressed. The result was Dorian nipped up to his feet quickly and with a hard glare reached within the confines of his jacket, his right hand closed around the grip of his revolver.

The Twi'lek that he had brushed against earlier strode up and asked if there was a problem, the question was laughable. How dare she stick her nose in other people's business. He turned and glared at her as if to say back off or die

The next movements he made were fast and calculated obvious signs of practice and skill, he drew his revolver from the confines of his jacket and popped the chamber out then spun it, with a flick of his wrist it popped back in with a click, his left hand shot to the hammer and pulled it back. The cantina filled with the sound of a gunshot, the slug was deliberately intended to miss as it shot past Zarene and embedded itself in the wall near the door to the cantina having missed any and all patrons. "Too much of a coward to stick around!? You might be a woman but we Mandalorians make no distinction, now face me or i will shoot you in the back."

He growled out the words as his revolver stayed trained on Zarene his eyes dared the Twi'lek to get involved. He might be off duty but Dorian's always up for a good tussel and they seemed to be looking for one, he wouldn't dissapoint either of them and if it came to it Alderann would have two more corpses to add to it's history.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

(OOC: At Koeing's suggestion I'm going to post out of order here, since I have the biggest reason to post promptly.)

The second Shakka saw the man reach inside his coat, her instincts and training flared to life. She knew what it looked like when concealed weapons were drawn. She'd seen that happen maybe a dozen times on the job, though it was exceedingly rare for Alderaan. Still, there were always a few spacers who felt they were entitled to flaunt weapons laws. This was apparently one of them.

And it was deadly serious.

Luckily he insisted on an elaborate movement of the cylinder even before he cocked the revolver. Normally she would have suspected he was checking to see if it was loaded. But she didn't have time to think about that. This was an instinctive reaction.

Her hands darted down to the small of her back, raising up the leather jacket she was wearing to grab the butt of her pistol. Her hand wrapped around it, pulling it up out of the holster and then thrusting it down to clear her coat again. That was without a doubt the hardest part of the act of drawing down on the man. Bringing it around her front and pointing it directly at his chest didn't take much effort at all.

She held the blaster pistol in a Weaver stance, her dominant arm straight as her left hand cupped around the butt of the pistol. It was the way she'd been trained, and it was a comfortable second nature to her.

She belted out a command in her best authoritative voice, her 'cop' voice. The one people paid attention to.

"Drop the weapon now! Hands on your head!"

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Ervisa cradled her face in her palm.

"Oh son of a bantha..." She murmured.

This wasn't shaping up to be a good evening at all. Her male companion had just royally overreacted and screwed up everyone's evening.

Oddly enough for a former Jedi Guardian, Ervisa hated confrontations like this. It was all so very pointless. They'd been knocked over in a chair. Big freaking deal. So what? You just get up and dust yourself off. You don't pull a gun on people.

This was ridiculous, and the last thing she'd wanted.

Well, if she had to she'd intervene. She had a lightsaber. And she was willing to bet she could block at least one slug with it, though it might wreak havoc on her wrists. She sure as hell didn't want to, but ex-Jedi or not, she had the capability to step in. If she had to she would.