Passing the Time [zett, lmr]

[Mara]

(((And..... it's Mr Personality! ;p)))


The bartender had just settled his mug in front of him when Ean felt a slight shift in his surroundings. A sideways glance confirmed the feeling. For some reason the Mirialan had left her soldier partner was coming towards him, invading his personal space, in fact. He picked up his mug and took a sip of Corellian ale, hoping the woman would just ignore him, but also knowing from experience that there could be no other reason that she would come up to sit next to him. It was just basic common sense, and even someone like Ean had a good share of that. The only real question was why.

He doubted it was because he had been bothering that kid with the pistols and his idle threats. The young man seemed to be more in cahoots with the soldier than with this Mirialan, if indeed any of them had any prior knowledge of each other. So if it wasn’t to defend some stranger’s honor, Ean could think of only two possibilities. Either the woman recognized him and wanted to talk about his recent exploits, or she was just some floozy trying to flirt her way across the galaxy. And either way, Ean knew he would be getting annoyed very quickly.

She spoke to him and held out a hand. He counted to ten, delaying the inevitable for enough time in order to get himself put together and to erase any negative feelings. Even if she was here to bother him, there was no use in starting off right away on a bad foot. That could come later. Stifling an exasperated sigh, Ean kept his features bland and turned his head to look at her, keeping both hands on his mug. He nodded at her, to acknowledge that she had his attention, albeit briefly. The quicker he could figure out what she wanted, the quicker he could get rid of her and be able to drink in peace and relax.

Ean bit his tongue as she babbled on about noticing his datapad usage earlier at his table, coming up with silly reasons for why he was absorbed in it. He wasn’t sure whether to laugh in her face or punch her and was having a hard time thinking up a dutiful response when she jabbed his arm. The Corellian was not used to strangers coming up and touching him. It was a vast violation of his person and his space. To his credit, though, after the initial surprise and his reflex of shying away from the elbow, he remained calm.

Slowly, he removed his left hand from around his mug of ale and grabbed the woman’s offending elbow, none too gently, and squeezed it. “Do not do that again.” His voice was gruff. After he felt his warning had been sufficient, he let go and returned his hand back to his drink. Ean took a sip, thinking to just let her introduction and question go unnoticed, hoping she’d take the hint from his unfriendly grasp. But then again, if he did, it would probably just encourage her to bother him even further. Better to just deal with her as politely as he could manage and get rid of her, despite the annoyingly forward nature of the Mirialan. He grunted. “And no, I think I’d remember someone like you.”

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Zett saw the woman be attacked, he also knew she could take him out in the drop of a hat or blink of an eye.
he thought better then to get in the middle at least until the man was almost dead then he would help the man if this man was one of Hebba's then Zett needed him alive to try and get rid of the bounty.

but if not he might get into another mess.

he garbed his pistol of the table and he maid his way to the seat where Mal was, and put a smirk on his face he was going to pretend he did not know Ervisa quite yet.

Some girl you picked out,
he said to Mal,
Thanks for the imaginary drink, just kidding if i had a chance to get her like you think i would of given it to her too. To the bartender One for me please.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Ervisa's eyebrow rose as the man gripped her elbow, hard. It was hardly pain compared to what she'd been through before, but it was distinctly a bad touch. Uncomfortable. And insulting, an exertion of control over her. The Mirialan woman was into a great many things, but that was not one of them. She didn't like it at all, and if he was trying to get a point across he was failing.

“Do not do that again.”

Her other eyebrow went up too. He was now commanding her? Ordering her around? That was rich. She wasn't a Jedi Youngling anymore, walking around obeying instructions from anyone older than she was. Hell, she'd be hard-pressed to name one person she'd simply obey if he grabbed her by the arm and made demands. Not even the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order himself could persuade her that way.

Increasingly a certain conviction worked its way into her mind. She wasn't going to let this go quietly, she was going to troll him, to mess with him. It would be gratifying to get under his skin a little and teach him a few manners.

“And no, I think I’d remember someone like you.”

She'd have been more inclined to take that as a compliment if he hadn't just grabbed her. As it was, she suspected it was snippy commentary on her clothes or her slightly mussed hair, some of which was dangling down over one eye even as the bulk lay in its customary braid down her left shoulder, resting at her waist.

"Don't do that again? You mean touch you, like this?" Ervisa poked him in the arm to accent that point. "Or this? This. Or this. This." Every word was met by another rapid poke, targeting a different area each time. Bicep. Forearm. Ribs. Stomach. He was asking for this, he really was. And maybe if she was really lucky he'd swing a punch and she could have an excuse to teach him another lesson. Of course hitting a lady didn't exactly show a lot of class. But neither did grabbing her and barking commands.

Eh. Worst thing they could do would be throw her out of the bar, and there were a lot more gin joints to be found out there. And of course if he turned it into a big scene then he'd probably be thrown out too, which would make for a nice consolation prize.

[Mara]

Ean had turned back to his drink, hoping that the Mirialan woman would go away or at least leave him alone. She had appeared to have been having a fine time with the soldier. There was no reason for her to saunter over and bother him instead. He thought it was obvious that he wanted to be alone. That was the vibe he was trying to give off. All the Corellian wanted to do was have a couple hours of peace and quiet all to himself and a few drinks before heading back to the Hope.. He didn’t think it was too much to ask for.

Apparently it was, though, for his newly appointed and possibly suicidal companion. Instead of taking his unvoiced threat and going about her own business, she continued all up in his. She poked him and more than once. It took all of Ean’s self-control to not just grab his blaster and put one between her eyes. But he was trying to stay out of the holonews, and if someone as well-known as he shot some stranger for no apparent reason, his face would be plastered all over the galaxy again. And so he just closed his eyes and again counted to ten, at the same time thinking of a less violent approach than murder in which to deal with this annoyance once and for all.

She had only got to about the half-dozenth jab into his personal space when any plan he may have formed was all shot to hell. No matter how many deep breaths, no matter how far he counted silently, he was angry, and he couldn’t let this continue. In one motion, he pushed back his stool and stood up, towering over the green-skinned woman as he turned to face her. There was no filter as the words poured out, the opposite of kindly. "Were you dropped on your head as a child? Trying to get yourself killed?" His voice came out in a growl, his intent clear despite the low timber of his voice that was meant only for the woman to hear.

"Do you have any idea who I am, or what I’m capable of? What I said to that little twerp over there goes for you as well. I’d be careful of my next move, if I were you." Ean stood there, looking down at her, his arms at his sides, his hands flexing in and out of fists. He wasn’t sure if the Mirialan had caught his words to the young man who had tried to threaten him with a pistol. And he honestly didn’t care at the moment if his questions led to more about who he actually was, whether this woman knew his name, who he was. The rage at having been disturbed was more important than anything else at the present moment, even disturbing his relative anonymity in this cantina.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

At this point Zett has nothing to say or do so please continue.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

"Were you dropped on your head as a child? Trying to get yourself killed?"

Ervisa laughed. Derisively. As far as insults were concerned, that ranked as lame. It was better than some, but not really by much. It was like he wasn't even trying. Shameful. Shame. Shame. Lots of shame. Where was she now?

Ah yes. The other portion of his comment. Trying to get herself killed. Obviously he'd never seen her try making toast in the bathtub or eating the egg sandwich at a run-down space station. Now that was trying to get killed. Bothering a jerk at a bar? Not even close. She'd been in more than her share of bar fights, and without exception she'd emerged from them intact. She was tough, a lot tougher than anyone gave her credit for. It wasn't as if her muscles weren't apparent though, they were visible on her bare arms... Maybe it was just because she was female that people underestimated her. Dangerous mistake to make.

"Do you have any idea who I am, or what I'm capable of? What I said to that little twerp over there goes for you as well. I'd be careful of my next move, if I were you."

"Who are you? I have no clue. Some wanker. A son of a kath hound who doesn't know how to behave to a lady. A man with a sense of humor less lively than a nerf that's been flattened under a landspeeder. Also a man with really no creativity in insults. Dropped on my head? Is that the best you can come up with cupcake? Doesn't matter if you're the Chancellor of the Republic pulling off a very convincing drag act, I don't have any desire to be careful. What will you do? Hit a woman in the face for touching you in full view of a dozen people?"

Without any particular speed, she detached the silver cylinder from her belt and held it at eye-level, ready to prove a point. The point was that she was far more than the typical patron of local dives, and that she was nothing to be trifled with.

"Also, word to the wise, don't threaten a woman holding a lightsaber. Unless you'd prefer an arm reduction surgery. Special today, half off. Interested?"

[Mara]

At first, all the Mirialan did was laugh at him, just sit there while he stood over her and laugh. And it did nothing to help Ean’s foul mood. Her less than kind laughter dug into him, making him squeeze both fists together, imagining her neck inside one of them. His generic brown eyes narrowed still further, sending imaginary blaster bolts towards the face that dared scoff at him. If the bartender or anyone else in the cantina had come up to them in that moment, he wouldn’t have noticed or heard anything. Ean was sucked into tunnel vision, wanting nothing more than for the green-skinned woman to say just the right thing to put him over the edge and teach her a lesson about who she was insulting.

And then she spoke, her words coming in the same tone as her mean-spirited laughter, dripping off her tongue like turpentine from a time long ago. Coupled with her laugh, the insults managed to send the Corellian into a sense of déjà vu, all the way back to his childhood. Back in school, the other kids had taunted him as well, mocking his low test scores and below-average grades and intelligence. Different words than this woman but in a similar vein. Then he had acted out in the only way he could think of, bullying the kids who had been mean to him, and eventually getting himself expelled years before graduation. But here if he acted out, the consequences would be much more dire. He didn’t care if he got kicked out of this cantina—there were plenty of others in Tyrena—but he did care about trying to keep a low profile since his return. Ean needed to draw on his age and experience here and not let this woman push him into something he might regret later.

He remained silent as she jabbed him with verbal strikes, using every ounce of strength he had not to attack her. She questioned his politeness, his chivalry among female company, something that had indeed come close to being violated. Ean’s mother had taught him how he should act around women, but he was coming to the conclusion in the current moment that this one sitting below him didn’t qualify as a lady who deserved respect. She questioned his intelligence by insulting his sense of humor and imagination. That he had to just let go, or else… well, he didn’t want to be responsible for what could have happened. But then when she questioned whether he would actually hit another being, especially a female, in front of witnesses, a growl escaped his lips. Despite his mother’s training, Ean had no probably hitting a woman, or worse, if it was necessary. He had had female bounties, and they could not be always treated with kid gloves.

Ean had started to open his mouth to retort, more words coming from his tongue without passing his brain’s inspection, but was stopped short when the woman pulled a familiar metal cylinder out to show him. Though he recognized it, he wouldn’t let his stance change, keeping his hands in fists, his face narrowed in anger. Any other time he may have relaxed a bit, finding himself in not an entirely new situation, but he had seen his fair share of lightsabers in the past few months, and most of those hadn’t been good memories. Ean was through with being threatened with the weapons.

The realization came to him then that this Mirialan must really not have any idea who he was or paid attention to any recent holonews. Otherwise she would have known that her show of force fell on empty ears. His eyes widened a bit, reverting back to their normal size, as he sneered at her, a corner of his lip coming up to reveal a couple of his teeth. “How is it different than threatening a male with a lightsaber? Looks the same to me.” Not counting the whole business with the major and her dark Jedi companion, Ean had had another run-in with a former Jedi early on in the hunt. He had had no problem insulting that man; why should this woman be any different? “And I’d be able to put a blaster bolt between your eyes before you got that thing lit.” He flexed his hand near his holster to emphasize point.

“So how about this… either you just leave me the hell alone and you can go back to your own business, or we go outside, no blasters, no fancy magic sticks, and… settle our differences.” To show that he preferred the former suggestion, he moved up his arms, folding them against his chest, away from his blaster and holster, in a gesture of tentative goodwill. Though he would have nothing against going out into the alley and beating down this Mirialan, all Ean really wanted to do was finish his mug of ale in peace and quiet and head back to his ship. He really hoped she would pick the smarter option, and they could both go their separate ways.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Zett not thought it was time to get in the way.
after all, he did not want to be cleaning up Eans blood.

He stepped up the five feet nice and slow so as not to make the other try and stop him not that it looked like he was aware of any thing but the girl.

How small is this Galaxy?
He said aloud to Ervisa.
I've been wanting to talk to you, if i can pull you away from this lively talk of yours?

Zett started to pull her back any way, before she could talk he new she might try to fight the man.

After he got her to a spot with less people near it he started to whisper.
Liston do you remember Prazhi? Well we spent enough time together there that well,
My Bounty is now on my crew, and to you.

I know this probably doesn't worry you but, right now each of us is worth 30,000 credits witch means,
right now less the two feet away from each other are 60,000 worth in credits.
Now my guss is the Hebba is after you becuase he thinks you might know were i am living.

And if you as me its a easy gra...
Zett then saw six goons of Hebba's walk in the main door, and ten more in the back door, and about eight on the second floor balcony's.

Uh... be right back.
Zett was now watching all the men at once as he walked behind one of the pillars three of the men walked up to Ean mistaking him for Zett.
Zett now whispered to himself.
well that means he doesn't know who Hebba is. Well time to improvise.
He no stood to the right of one drunk man while taping him on the left shoulder the man looked off to see who had tapped him but saw nobody while he was looking Zett stole his drink and tossed the bottle at one of the men who was closest.
The bottle shattered as it hit the man.

With in moments i huge bar fight was started as Zett was walking back to Ervisa taking a mug and a bottle off a table.

Zett held both out toward her, Now Ware were we?Oh how rude of me, Want one?

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

The Mirialan woman glared viciously at the offending human man, and even laughed out loud when he suggested he'd be able to shoot her before her lightsaber was activated. She'd fought and killed Dark Jedi far more dangerous than some ass in a bar. She'd have carved her initials into his flesh long before he could even bring his blaster to bear. Really his opinion of her skills was shockingly low.

But what did she expect from such a man? Swine.

Oh his proposal might have sounded appealing, if it didn't involve backing down from him. Well it was on, and this humorless SOB was asking for whatever he got. So what if they got thrown out of the bar? Then there was the chance to meet his challenge.

Get out there and break his nose. Kick him in the groin, hell, even choke him a little with the Force. She had a whole level of assistance he didn't just waiting for her use. Oh how she'd love to take him down a peg...

Of course if her old Jedi master could see her now, he'd tell her to walk away. She could practically hear his voice. Ervisa, just let it go. It's not worth it.

An arm appeared on her shoulder, and belatedly she realized someone had been talking. She turned her head to see who was pulling her away from her adversary. Zett. The human she'd met before on Prazhi when her fellow crewmate Pala'Aola had just about splattered his brains across the room. He wasn't anything to get excited about, but he wasn't bad either.

As he pulled her away she extended her arm and gave the bird to her nemesis, unable to go without a parting shot. If her master had been there even he would have acknowledged that his Padawan had that obstinate nature. Ervisa wasn't exactly the quintessential lady, and that wasn't likely to change any time soon. She'd just have to remain one of the guys.

Zett started to talk, and Ervisa listened, finding her glass again and sipping from it, avoiding looking at the man she'd had her... dispute... with. Dirty looks would have done nothing but continue to bother her, while this option was a bit better. Drink alcohol. Get talked at. Could be worse.

Ervisa Therani wasn't exactly studying rocket science on a full ride scholarship to Coruscant University, but she wasn't an idiot either. Something wasn't adding up in what Zett was saying. You didn't get a bounty for exchanging two or three words with a stranger at a bar a month ago. If anyone had a problem with her it had to do with breaking out of prison on Rodia, or shagging the wrong person.

... And right before her eyes Zett started a bar fight. Great. Just great. She'd managed to avoid one of those for about... A month? Longer if you didn't consider kicking one guy's ass to be a fight. The last serious one had been about a year ago, and she'd ended up with stitches. Should've seen the other guy though.

He nonchalantly walked over as if he didn't have a care in the world and slid her a bottle and a mug. She had to admit though, the man had stones to pull that off. She ignored the mug and took the battle. She had stones of her own to prove.

"Well, looks like my stay on Corellia is over. Been a nice little orgy, but all good things... Try not to get yourself killed, but I'm not sticking around and fighting for you. Toodles."

The Mirialan ex-Jedi stood up and looked around for her duffle, only to remember she didn't have it with her. One less thing to carry, but it also meant she couldn't steal all the liquor. Pity. Instead she had to content herself with the bottle she had in her hand.

Her placid grey eyes searched for the route of least resistance to take her outside to relative safety. There were a few options, from vaulting up to the second story to waltzing out the back door. Or the main door. Or... Sometimes the best possibilities weren't particularly visible. Stealth was going to be a whole hell of a lot easier to work with than fighting anyway.

Quite calmly she started through the crowd of fighting men, dodging a few fists and thrown objects with a perfect sense of nonchalance. There was even a slight spring to her step as she headed for the bathrooms at the rear of the bar. However, as she was opening the door, a large beefy hand caught the frame and a grunt came from behind her.

Ervisa turned to face the thug who'd followed her, with an amused rebuking look on her face. "Whoa, hold on there big guy. Lady's room. Me lady, you not. We clear on this arrangement?"

The man blinked, and made the very dumb move of taking a swing at her. Really people were just impossible.

Ervisa side-stepped and brought her knee directly up into the man's stomach, and her fist down onto the back of his neck in one quick and seamless motion, exercising a blend of unarmed maneuvers she'd learned as a Jedi and ones she'd learned on the street. The combo worked like a charm and the exceptionally beefy man staggered back with the wind knocked out of him, a look of surprise on his homely mug.

"All right rancor-breath, gonna give a lady the chance to tinkle in peace now? Or do you need your ass kicked by a girl again?"

With a grunt the goon rushed forward, and Ervisa very calmly shot him in the leg with the blaster she'd drawn in the blink of an eye. He fell to the ground clutching the scorched wound with a look of surprise and pain.

"You... shot me!" He exclaimed.

"Well would you look at that, guess I did. I was aiming for your crotch though, so consider yourself lucky. Someday even you might find a nice lady interested in very ugly men and settle down to raise children who hopefully look nothing like you. Now you'd better start crawling to the nearest emergency room before I decide to hit the other leg too. Bye."

Ervisa stepped into the restroom and closed the door, orienting herself with the layout of the bar she'd noticed when entering. There were four main walls, with the front opening onto a street and the back presumably onto an alley. She was up against one of the other sides, bordering a... What was it? Cafe? Bistro? Something like that. Regardless, with a few seconds she'd be safely over there.

She activated her lightsaber and set to work fashioning a door in the wall...

[Mara]

(((Hope it’s okay that I controlled those three goons for a bit…)))


Ean stood there, looking down at the Mirialan, waiting to see what her answer might be to his suggestion. But the green-skinned woman was silent for the next few moments, either considering the proposal options or just thinking of new ways to insult him. It was hard to read her face, something the Corellian had gotten good at over the years. Sometimes body language spoke louder than words, but right now, he was getting nothing from the woman in either medium. Though in his experience, when it took another being this long to respond, the eventual answer would be no picnic in the inner city park. Ean steeled himself for the inevitable.

But before anything could happen next, the two of them were interrupted. Ean turned his gaze from the Mirialan to stare into the face of the man he had just dressed-down earlier, the crazy young man who thought he could taken down Mandalorians. He couldn’t help but look a little surprised, though, to find out that this young man and the Mirialan knew each other. They had both talked to the military guy earlier, at separate times, and now with each other. What was going on here? Did everyone in this cantina know each other but Ean? His previous suspicions about the general situation came back to the forefront, and he uncrossed his arms, letting his hand hang down by his blaster. He would not let himself be caught unaware. These two could still be dangerous, despite his low opinions of them.

The problem resolved itself quickly, though, as the man dragged the Mirialan away from Ean. He watched a moment to see if he could divine anything from the man’s random appearance nearby and his possible relationship with the woman. But he looked away when he saw the man initiate a conversation; it didn’t look heated, and so the Corellian turned back to his ale. It wasn’t his business to get in the middle of a couple’s spat. For all he knew this young punk was the jealous type, and Ean didn’t really want to get into a fistfight at this particular moment. Love was something he’d never understand—at least not the romantic kind, he’d loved his mother—and probably never would, a realization that had never bothered him in the least.

Back at the bar, he finished down his mug of ale and pulled out a few credits to lay down on the counter. Ean had decided it was time to leave this joint and started headed back to his ship. He would have preferred to stay in this cantina a bit longer, relaxing, but the way things had been progressing, it would probably be best if he just took his leave. There was no knowing what would happen when the Mirialan and her lover finished their little talk. And despite his suggestion to the contrary, he really, deep down, didn’t want to engage in anything physical this afternoon. This little sabbatical of his was meant to be low-key and out of the prying eyes of the holonews, not to try to gain as many high-profile on-air pieces as possible. Better for him to leave before things got out of control.

He’d turned around to make his way out to the door only to see three strange men standing there in front of him, blocking his path and obviously not waiting to order from the bar. Ean’s eyes narrowed. Now what? Cantina bouncers coming a few minutes too late to punish him for verbally abusing the Mirialan? If anything, they should be going after her, not him. She had spoken more than her fair share of insults. Plus, she had been the one to pull her shiny magic Jedi weapon. “Is there a problem here?” The three men then all lifted blasters, pointed at Ean’s chest. The Corellian’s mind whirled; bouncers wouldn’t generally carry blasters. “Whoa, whoa…” What had he gotten himself into? All he had wanted was to pass some time, relax. And now he’d probably end up on the ‘news again.

Just then, though, chaos broke out into the bar. Ean didn’t see how it had started, couldn’t have with those three guys standing in front of him. But he didn’t really care how the bar fight had come about. It gave him an opening. The sudden noise had caused a couple of the men to look around, and Ean sprang into action. For whatever reason these thugs were after him, he wouldn’t be able to get away without throwing a few punches. They seemed quite willing to follow him throughout the city, and he’d rather dispose of them here and not in his ship’s docking bay. Besides, it’d all look like part of the bar fight.

A quick elbow to the stomach and a kick to his knees dropped the man still watching Ean, freeing up a second for him to grab his blaster before the other two looked back his way. They came at him, hearing the sound of a stun blast silencing their partner’s groans. Ean really preferred not to resort to blasters, but sometimes it was unavoidable. He got off another shot, taking care of one of the two remaining thugs, before the one left standing got close enough to plant a fist in Ean’s cheekbone. The Corellian didn’t bother to think why the man hadn’t used his weapon and immediately responded with an uppercut of his own. He followed it up with a punch to the man’s solar plexus, winding him, and then pushed him into a crowd of other battlers. Ean holstered his blaster then and skimmed his way through the crowd and out the door.

Out in the fresh air, a couple blocks away from the cantina, he stopped to put a hand on his cheek, wincing a little at the touch. His fingers came back with a few drops of blood, but the cut seemed to be already clotting. Ean sighed, wondering if it was impossible for someone such as himself to even try have a nice vacation, a few hours of nonviolent relaxation. Perhaps he wasn’t cut out for the retirement gig. Trouble seemed to find him anyway. Be better to get paid…, he thought, as he started walking again, zigzagging and doubling back to cover his tracks. Even if he might not go back to bounties, Ean knew he’d have to find something to do with his time, and drinking in cantinas all afternoon wasn’t his thing. But he could think about his future later; right now, he had some adrenaline to work off. A slight detour would be needed before going back to the Hope.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

First Ervisa Went off and into the ladies room, Zett knowing she was trying to keep her hands clean knew she was leaving maybe threw a window in that room, or maybe just into the cafe' that was joined with the bar.
and then he also noticed the other man whom he had indeed been wrong about, but in all fairness that man was wrong about Zett and his guns as well.

Zett could only smile at that fact, after all he could have shot him and shown him it could go threw a mandos armor.

Then his smile got bigger as he saw his handy work in the Cantina.

Well time to go.Ahhh Marcus would be proud.
Zett was disappointed that he had not found Marcus' note book yet. After almost two years of looking he still has not found it.

He made his way to the middle of the room just to find one of the goons aiming a blaster in his face, though he had not got to fire it off without getting shot with an EMP burst of some sort, Then the man fell forward and Zett looked to see who had just shot him but could not see any one Intel he looked down, and there was a little Jawa aiming his gun at Zett now, though he did not get to shoot either before someone tackled him to the Flore.

Zett then made his way out of the Cantina with the bar fight covering his tracks on his way to the docking bay where the 'Star Hunter'was docked at.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Ervisa's lightsaber made short work of the wall, and with three cuts and a firm kick, her ad hoc door had been made. She deactivated the navy blue blade and bent over, crawling through the gaping hole with her beloved duffle bag following closely behind her. There was no way in hell she was going to leave behind the contents of that magical canvas sack. Hooch, smokes, and all her spare clothes. Too important to leave behind.

The Mirialan grey Jedi emerged on the other side of the bathroom onto... another bathroom. She could tell right off the bat because of the tiled floors, also because of the man standing at a urinal off to the side. That was a bit of a give-away really.

"What the hell?" The man murmured in surprise as he stared at the Mirialan woman crawling out of a hole that had just appeared in the wall next to him, a stream of urine going astray and landing on the floor instead.

Ervisa straightened up in the men's room, stretching her back and peering over the divider at the man next to her. In a hushed tone she pointed downwards and spoke.

"Hey, your fly's down." She clapped him on the back and left the astonished man, shoving her way out of the bathroom and into a corridor of the restaurant. Quickly she oriented herself before slinging the duffle over her shoulder and heading for the front entrance.

She paused about midway across the floor, eyeballing a handsome man in a suit sitting and perusing a menu with a glass of wine. Now she really couldn't resist messing with him, just a little bit. The Mirialan slid into the seat across from him and snatched his menu as he stared mutely. She ran her eyes across it quickly before making a decision.

"Try the veal." She winked at him before promptly draining his wineglass and waltzing out the front door as if she owned the place.

Out in the street she simply walked back in the direction of the ship, leaving behind the bar fight and the bistro, heading off to her next drunken adventure. Yeah, life wasn't bad. Not bad at all.

[Mara]

A few hours later, Ean exited a nondescript building near the spaceport where his ship was berthed. Just outside the door, he shrugged back into his jacket and scanned the street both ways. It was mostly deserted, and those few beings that were around were either too far away or too absorbed in their own business to be paying attention to him. Satisfied, he started off towards the Hope’s docking bay, but a small hand came through the doorway and grabbed at his arm. He turned, not all that surprised at the touch and dug a few more cred chips out of his pocket before melting into the shadows just behind the threshold.

He was on his way again a couple moments later, a small smile playing on his lips. Though he was only in it as an ends to a means, he did take a bit of pleasure in the fact that some ladies just couldn’t get enough of him. Of course, he took into consideration that perhaps it was just to score some extra credits, but a lot of times they’d offer up an encore on the house. Ean didn’t quite understand it, but then again, it didn’t really matter the reason these various females were into him. In the end, they both got what they wanted. And that was all that really mattered. They got paid for a bit of fun; he worked off some excess energy with the discreet members of society.

The city had grown dark while he had been inside, and he double-checked his blaster. Though he could take care of himself quite handily, it never hurt to be prepared and cautious. Ean knew that the area around the Tyrena spaceport at night wasn’t quite the family-friendly place it was during the day. He kept his senses alert as he walked, foregoing any other form of transportation. The Corellian had nothing against speeders, exactly. He just preferred to make his own way, notwithstanding that he was as good a speeder driver as he was a freighter pilot. And riding with a stranger was completely out of the option, even here in his home city. Considering his recently publicity, he wasn’t sure who might try to take advantage. It was just much safer and more relaxing for him to walk when possible.

Luckily, though, Ean made it to his ship without incident. He took a moment to enjoy the view of the black modified Dynamic before going up to the keypad to disarm the security measures so that he could enter. Despite the mix of emotions and memories he had every time he saw and stepped inside the ship, he had named her after his mother. Ean knew he could never sell the ship now. Plus, with all the bad, there was also the good things he remembered in the short time he and the ship had been together. They were bonded, for better, for worse.

Entering, he closed the ramp behind him, resetting the alarm system. It was doubtful that any being would try to break into the Hope, but Ean preferred to err on the side of caution. He turned on a few running lights on his way to his cabin where he peeled off his jacket and holster belt, setting down his blaster and datapad near his bed. Ean stood there a moment, knowing that eventually he would have to deal with the fact that he wouldn’t be able to spend the foreseeable future sitting around, drinking in cantinas and fiddling with his datapad, not comfortably at least. But just like his detour after the impromptu bar fight, he decided to deal with such matters the next day and went off to the galley to put together a quick meal. His future could wait till morning.

[to Cabin Fever and Short Fuses…]