Just a simple night...(Oatara) (Open)

[Ash]

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap

Bit leaned against a wall, arms crossed, eyes closed, and one foot rhythmically tapping on the wall he was on. The humidity forced him to leave his iconic jacket in his room, but he did have a cigarette lit between his teeth. He took a moment to scratch at his ever growing beard.

He was annoyed, as he was on, 'babysitting duty' for their esteemed guest. Until he had proven himself, this man had to constantly have at least one escort with him. Thanks to a bet, Bit had to pull guard even when he was usually omitted from it.

Oh well: what could he do about it. It was just a little bit of watching someone: who happened to be a grown man, as well as an alleged assassin. Bit didn't very much care for this pretty boy in the least. And what was taking him so long to even get out of his bloody room?

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Zwei had a half smile as he caught view of himself in the mirror over his dresser. It wasn't because of his reflection, but because he knew he was keeping the man standing outside of his door. Zwei knew Bit was his escort for the day, as well as how much he didn't like him.

It wasn't Zwei's fault: It was just Bit making ghosts in his head that made him hate the assassin. He guessed he had a small part in it as well, constantly getting on the pilots nerves when the chance arrived. It caused some laughes, which was perfectly fine. After checking to make sure the buttons on his black shirt were right, he left his room, not waiting up for Bit as he past him.

You coming?

Hey, get back here, pretty boy!

I thought you hated waiting?

Yea I do... Hey! Freaking Ass.

Zwei had a half smile on as he nearly felt the frustration coming from the man behind him. Zwei was taking the ever-so-familiar path to the Cafeteria, which doubled as a bar. Bit was behind him, muttering darkly and possibly cursing up a storm.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Zett had been in the training room for about three hours, just like he had done for the past month. By this time he was use to the Oataran Days and used to his new 'job'. He had taken several jobs up in this base already, Tank, Assistant to Horst, Slicer, He even reluctantly took the title of one of the best pilots of the team, Which didn't irritate him that much. He could fly circles around Evrisa if it dealt with light freighters, but he had to hand it to her, anything else and she probably had the gold medal.

He still found it a bit un-nerving how he managed to know 90% of the main group members before he moved out here, Je'baru, Evrisa, Horst, and a couple others. But he had gotten past that for the most part. Now he had fallen into another normal routine, get up, run the computers in his room that where bogged down with the Anti Virus that prevented the Taym Virus from finding him here, or even penetrating the spearpoint firewalls, Then he went about his normal duties, then after he was done with his few jobs, he would work on his ship making small repairs or modifications, then come here to work out, running around the court, then lifting weights. It was his life, and soon it was about to take a spin. But for now he still wanted to focus on gaining favor, friendship, and recognition in the faction.

When he was finally done, he put his shirt back on and then put the pistols back in his holsters. He smelt like sweat like he normally did after his workout, but who cared? Most of the people here smelt worse. Zett began down the hall to the hanger where he grabbed his air speeder and flew the short ride to the Cantina where he had signed up, it wasn't a long walk, but Zett was tired and hungry, so he didn't want to waste more time then he needed to.

Once there he parked the speeder outside and entered the Cantina door, half expecting the place to be as full as it was when he first walked in a month ago. But it wasn't. Instead it was somewhat clean, and pretty quiet. He quickly made his way to the Bar and made his order, Corellian Ale and a Bantha Burger, erm, make that two Burgers actually! He said in an attempt to appease his stomachs growl. He got a nod from the bartender before he got motioned on to go find his seat. "You'll get your food brought to ya' in a moment." Zett forgot why he got such good reception from this place, it was because he donned the Spearpoint ID tags around his neck.

As he walked away from the bar counter, Zett knew exactly where he wanted to go, right to the pool table! He began setting up a round while he could smell his food getting cooked. Another member of Spearpoint stood across the table, one he didn't recognize, he was a Togruta but Zett could tell nothing more about him. Someone tapped his on his shoulder, and as he turned he was the waitress there with his drink, he took it before he gave a smile and walked off. He took a drink from the bottle before setting it on the nearest table and grabbing a pool Que, The Togruta had already grabbed his own a spoke in his broken basic I'll Play you a round. Zett made the first shot scattering the tri-angle of balls and landing a few of them into the pockets starting the game before the Togruta walked around to make his shot...

[Ash]

Zwei spied a few people in the area: post people were eating or drinking but there were a few people playing a round of billiards. The sounds of the balls cracking together was the loudest noise in the room, which was comparatively quiet.

Seems like a slow evening.

It seems you are right

Smartass...

Zwei smiled to himself and sat at the bar, with Bit taking a seat next to him. At the same time, both ordered a beer, but neither ordered anything to eat. Zwei gave a sarcastic laugh at that.

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Bit turned his head away from the man at his side, crossing his arms. Ordering the same thing as this man, especially at the same time. He caught the bartender out of the corner of his eye, only to fully turn and see that the man was laughing, if quietly.

Bit looked at Zwei, only to see the man calmly with his chin resting of the interlaced fingers of his hands, elbows on the counter, looking at him coolly out of the corner of his eye. With a slight smile, the man closed his eyes, and simply relaxed.

For some reason, this pissed the pilot off for some reason. Something rational in Bits mind told him that this man wasn't anything bad, but, he didn't know if it was stubbornness or not that made him hate the man. Perhaps it was simply how cool and collected he was. Hell, this pretty boy could get days more woman than Bit by simply looking at them, and he was the ladies man. He snorted out of his nose, and turned back, just in time for his and Zwei's beer to arrive. In an envious rage, Bit sucked down his beer. Zwei calmly sipped on his.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Zett moved around the table to line up his next shot, The Togruta was loosing, but just barely, it was going to be a close game, Zett still had a decent advantage though. As Zett moved to a position to where he could see the bar he noticed two men sitting there simply drinking a beer each. Zett made his shot before recognizing one of the two as Zwei, a member of a mission that Zett had been on not long ago, it had been named among the members involved as Operation Loot'n'scoot Zett remembered.

Zett moved away from the pool table to eat at his burger while the Togruta made a futile attempt to get any of the balls in any of the pockets. Zett did realize what he was trying to do though, causing Zett to give a bit of a sigh.

The Togruta had just made it near impossible for Zett to make a shot, not exactly the best move for the Togruta of course, but it did drag the time out a bit more. The Togruta laughed for a second, "You realize you didn't make it any easier for you either right?" Zett said as he lined up his next shot, "Let's make a bet!" The Togruta said, Zett raised an eye brow as he made his next shot, causing one of the balls to stop right on the edge before falling into the pocket. Zett spoke after letting a breath he hadn't known he was holding escape. "Oh? And what type of bet?"

"looser pays for the next round?" Zett shrugged, as the Togruta made his shot, And sense i'm the looser, i go home right after! They both chuckled, Zett found it strange that just because they had a dog tag on their neck, they could chat like this over a game of pool, Zett was normally trusting though, and he found many others didn't have the same outlook on everyone in the base. "Nah, i gotta fly back to base tonight, don't wanna crash into a moving tree..." Zett said as he made the final shot of the game, which had the results of Zett winning by the skin on his teeth...

[Ash]

Zwei picked up laughter behind him. He didn't bother turning around to know where it was coming from. He had enough years with his implants to know where sound was coming from, as well as how far away. It was just another tool or weapon in his arsenal.

The man finished his beer, quickly enough, which wasn't too hard. The activity behind him caught his interest, and now he had the urge to go play as well. He didn't tell that to Bit next to him however. What need was there.

When he heard the sounds of the game ending, Zwei rose to his feet, tossing a few credit chips on the counter and walking away. He didn't see Bit's reaction, but he knew he would be stumbling over his suddenly walking away. Zwei walked up to the pool table, hands on the table as he looked between the two men, eyes as their usual half lidded and a almost, yet unintentional, smug half smile on his face. It was a look that, while he almost always had it on when in an environment such as this, could make women fall for him.

So when is it my turn?

He looked at Zett, knowledge in the assassins eyes that he knew the man and his features, yet for the man across from him, this would be the first time he would look on his face. The only other time there was a chance was on a mission they were recently on, but he had his usual mask on.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Zett was just resetting the table when a pair of hands leaned on the table, The Togruta was about to head off for his next round and then head back to base. Zett looked up at the man Whom he knew was Zwei, though he had never seen his face, word of mouth and descriptions, along with their first meeting, had been enough to confirm that.

So when is it my turn?

Zett smiled as he grabbed a Que from the rack behind him and tossed it over the board to Zwei, How 'bout mister double guns? He be joining us? Zett asked before turning back to the table and finished setting it. Then quickly finished his burgers.

You start? Zett asked as he prepared his Que, then moved around the table a bit, How you been sense Loot'n'scoot?

[Ash]

Zwei had shed his jacket, hanging it on the back of a nearby chair. He rolled his shoulders slightly, getting his bloodflow going. He was able to move somewhat better in his simple red shirt, rather than having his jacket on as well, and he simply enjoyed the coolness of this.

When it was thrown, Zwei caught it smoothly. He twirled it to test the weight, handling it like a weapon for but a second, before he felt comfortable. He chalked up the tip while Zett was setting the table for their round.

Sure, ill start this.

Zwei grabbed the que ball, lined it up. Taking careful aim, Zwei thrust his stick forward, hitting the beat up white ball, and sending it into the triangle of other balls at the other end of the table with a loud crack. Unfortunately, he didn't get anything this time.

Not bad. Better than hanging out in a city all day with people conspiring against each other.

Zwei was talking about his actual job, the one away from Spearpoint, or at least a part of it. He didn't need anyone to know much about him. His name was enough as it is. That was enough for people to know. So long as they thought of him as a simple hired thug, or even an actual part of Spearpoint.

How about you?

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Bit watched as Zwei walked away from the bar. The unexpectedness caught him off guard, and was about to complain about it until he saw that he was going to one of the pool tables with another few members of Spearpoint. He huffed, turned around, and chugged his beer, ordering the second when the bartender collected the credit chips that the assassin left behind before he left.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Zett had his Que ready to make his shot, and sense the second of the two hadn't confirmed or denied playing, Zett just made his move, hitting one ball into a pocket before having another stop just short of falling into another pocket.

I suppose that's good then. Zett said in response to Zwei's comment about how he had been.

Zett turned for his drink before looking back to the newcomer who still hadn't given an answer to weather or not he'd play. I've been doing good, Spearpoint's been using my skills, and i've had a little side work too.

Zett said as he pulled out a third pool Que for the last person at the table who was with Zwei. He offered it before continuing with Zwei's question, Went to Taris, Felucia, other wise, rather boring. He chuckled before grabbing his drink and taking a swig of it.

[Ash]

Sounds like a rather slow time.

Zwei walked around the table, looking at his options and debating on where the best shot should go. He wasn't the best at this game, but its hard to make time for billiards when you are assassinating people.

Finally, when he felt comfortable, he lined up his cue with the beat up white ball, slowed his breathing, and fired away. He got lucky, and the ball went into the pocket. Like Zett, he failed his second shot, but that was no big deal.

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Bit waved off the stick that Zett was offering him. He wasn't one for this type of games. However, there was something else that was catching his interest. He finished his drink, and moved off towards a woman sitting alone at the end of the bar. Now was the time to work his magic.

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Zwei watched as Bit moved off to go talk to some woman. It seemed like that man always had a one track mind, but that was his problem. He let loose a small breath, and waited for Zett to make his shot.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Zett watched the few events, putting the second cue away, then watched as the second man walked off to go flirt with a girl who didn't appear to be one of Spearpoint's members.

Zwei made his move, and though it wasn't the best, it wasn't the worst move he could have made either. So, you're pinned with a body guard eh? does this got anything to do with the op, cause i thought you did your job well. Zett said as he hit the ball causing another to tip over into one of the pockets.

Zett leaned back a bit putting his wrists on his cue while Zwei answered and made his move.

((OOC---Sorry for shortness.))

[Ash]

Yea, They have someone always watching me.

Zwei lined up his next shot, but ultimately failed it. It was nothing to be worried about. He wasn't seriously playing this game, nor did he much feel like it. Simply being here allowed him some freedom.

And no, it doesn't have anything to do with our last job. Its nothing worth worrying about.

Zwei took a minute to walk back to the bar and order another drink, this time some Corellian scotch on the rocks. The bottle caught his eye earlier, and he finally decided to get some. After receiving his drink, the man went back to the pool table.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Zett walked around the table and lined up another shot. He took the shot knocking a couple of the balls away from the pockets, while still getting one to barely tip into it's pocket.

By this point, the game was pretty much already one, but Zett didn't mention it yet, mostly so he could stick around and still get to talk.

Zett twirled the Cue in his fingers, "So keeping busy eh?"

Zett asked before leaning on the table a bit.

((OOC---Sorry for shortness))

[Ash]

As much as any one man can

Zwei twirled his tumbler slightly, letting the amber liquid splash around a little, then taking a sip of the amber liquid. The full flavor of it almost made him cringe, at least on the inside, but outwardly, he showed no reaction besides a slight smile on his face.

He was also able to watch the next move made by Zett, which, while knocking other balls away from the pockets, he was able to get one in. It was looking like it would be a win for Zett at this game, but anything could happen. Luck could always turn around.

How about yourself? Surly the highlight of your days cant be around here, drinking some beer and eating a burger.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

((OOC--- sorry it took me so long to get a reply on this, didn't notice you had posted.))

Zett smiled as both a reaction to his shot and Zwei's question. At least as Busy as you, if not more.

Zett leaned against the wall a bit as Zwei made his move. I've recently been busy, gone off to Falucia, personal matter there though. Planning my own personal Job for our boys to partake in. And Spearpoint's made good use of my talents too, Been on a couple of missions as you would be aware of, but I've also been part of the "Welcoming group" training the new blokes and all.

Zett sighed a bit, he wasn't even getting into details or into her secretive stuff, like the anti Virus he had wrote to combat his former Allie Taym program. And Zwei was possibly one of the men Zett would request for his personal mission when the time comes around.