Noodle time

[Wol]

Every now and then, it was wholly appropriate to just let ones self go. The noodle bar was the perfect setting for such a thing. Relaxed, casual.. And noodles. A laid back little shanty somewhere on the lower levels of the Adur Quarter. Nothing too reputable here, and the regular customers were not of the well to do or well dressed sort. Dimly light and cozy with comfortable ethnic Weequay music aiding the atmosphere. Neon signs, graffiti on the front door, and a sticky counter top made for an amiable dinner setting.

Next to mister four eyes, a Bith with a particularly bulbous head. The two strangers at war with the other. Both Wol and the Bith wearing glorious noodle beards. Apparently the contest had been whomever could come up with the most creatively styled facial appendage. The Aqualish had somehow managed to wrap noodles around each of his tusks. A small crowd had formed to thump fists upon the counter, clap the opponents across the backs and chant their allegiances. The spider must have won, for his current mood came with impressive grins, a talkative nature, and thick amusement when it came to the sore grumbling of the Bith.

A typical evening of merriment, company, and utterly ridiculous jokes. Noodle bars were good times. Carefree and careless were some of the describing words that might fit the Aqualish's evening. His ship tucked into a hanger for the night, and no fares to ferry about until morning, Wol had taken the evening off to relax. With noodles.

[Ash]

Was this the sort of things he had been missing during his time here on Coruscant? If so, then he may have been better off. It didn't seem like many humans, or near-humans, came to joints like this Noodle Bar, unless they were fairly intoxicated.

Still, being around here did allow Diarmuid to play a card he haven't for a few years: the Jedi card, and everyone on this blasted planet believed him. Well, he didn't very much look like a Sith, and he wasn't exactly full of hatred and malice, either.

So why was he here if he didn't care for the place: why, to get some free drinks, and to remain semi-anonymous. Here, he was just a simple Firrerreon, out for a few drinks, and he was dressed for the spacer part, with a rough looking jacket and shirt on his torso, and cargo pants on: over his usual teal outfit, the collar of which was showing, but it looked like any normal shirt.

After spending a bit of time here, sipping on a drink, a crowd started to gather around two individuals, as they seemed to be... be playing with noodles, trying to build something intricate around themselves. After he came to this realization, he started to chuckle, which because an outright laugh when he finally saw what each managed to create around themselves. Maybe he'd stick around here, simply for this amusement of people making fools of themselves.

[Wol]

The commentary and chorus from the small gathered crowd would reach it's peak volume as votes seemed to be cast. Some whoops and hollers later, the noodle god was rising up to his feet. Arms tossed over his head with a victory cry. Looking not unlike an Umrach with a hundred noodly facial appendages, Wol was sweeping the victory out from under the Bith's feet. Someone's hefty pat to the Aqualish's back however had the spider lurching forward, dropping the majority of his 'face' to the floor. Coinage exchanged from the multiple bets that had taken place in the little shop, and all would seem to go on their merry ways. Although winnings were minimal, it was enough for Wol to acquire a fresh bowl of noodles that he might actually eat, rather than decorate his face with.

With his previous seat hijacked by some delinquent, the spider was moving to sink himself down into a seat that might have been uncomfortably close to Diarmuid. As reigning noodle god, Wol had the rights to sit where he pleased. "Pretty boy." Greeting the si-jedi casually like they might have been long old friends. Stooped forwards to shake his head like an animal might have, sending a few more noodles scattering across the floor. The rest of what decorated his face would be slurped up or picked off within the next few moments.

"You were enjoying the show, yes ? How about you buy me a drink. Taxes to the new noodle king." Although the Aqualish was dead serious, there was a comedic tone tossed into his statements. Even reaching up to stroke fluffy fingers and claws along his tusks like they might have been a particularly curly, fancy moustache. One did not receive, if they did not ask, right ?

[Ash]

Diarmuid had barely turned around again to order himself a new drink that an Aqualish sat down next to him: uncomfortably close to him at that. Not only that, but he also added 'Pretty boy' as he was sitting, no doubt against Diarmuid. It wasn't the first time he was called this, and wont be the last.

Though his next few words brought amusement to the warrior. This man considered himself a king, and expected Diarmuid to buy him a drink? If he were anyone else, or fell along the Sith teachings more closely, he would have killed this man in a heartbeat. Rather if Diarmuid was a Sith or not, this Aqualish had courage to talk to people so comfortably, especially in a little dive like this.

Why, of course, my liege, I would be honored to buy you a drink. However, a noble and fair king as yourself would give back to his loyal subjects.

Diarmuid's eyes narrowed slightly as he played along with this man. Maybe he could get him even drunker than he already was and make a marginal profit. With a tap and a raise of a few fingers, Diarmuid and his new companion had a round of drinks on the way.

[Wol]

In all honesty, Wol hadn't at all been expecting to acquire a free drink. There was no complaining about this however, and the Aqualish would be accepting gratefully. What was even more surprising, was the manner in which the fellow responded. Oh yes, mister four eyes found himself very pleased indeed. Chest inflated with part pride, majority amusement. All four eyes squinted across to Diarmuid for the most brief of moments. Unsure if the fellow was dim-witted enough to have been speaking in earnest, if it was little more than words to humour the spider, or something far more sinister.



"It is mighty unfortunate then, that I am a cruel and selfish king." Even reaching over to toss a muscular arm over the stranger's shoulder in a companionable way, as though offering comfort to ease the upsetting words he had just spoken. For one unaccustomed to the dealings of underworld locals, the few discreet pats and prods might go entirely unnoticed, or be mistaken for a genuine 'hug'. The weight to Diarmuid's pockets and the affects on his belt were of particular interest to the Ualaq. With any luck his prodding would remain entirely unnoticed.

"But thank you. The noodle king is pleased." Removing his arm from Diarmuid's shoulders only when he was either shoved away, or the drinks were arriving. Taking his with a grin, and getting to the task of promptly scrubbing at the rim of the glass with fingertips. A common habit, even if paranoia was far from a trait the Aqualish represented. Dunking tusks into the glass so that he might drink, as nobody had thought to give him a straw.

[Ash]

Diarmuids new alien friend was nothing if not amusing, calling himself a cruel and selfish king. He tossed those words out casually, as was his arm going around Diarmuid's shoulder. The Aqualish must have thought the Sith to be ignorant as to what he was trying to do: poking around pockets, as well as taking inventory of what laid at his beltline.

Unfortunately, he wouldn't have gotten far with whatever he was trying to do. Diarmuid wasn't stupid, as well as he could feel what the Aqualish was thinking about doing through the force. With a shrug and a nudge to the ribs, Diarmuid forced the arm off of him and the man to shy away. The lack of effort to cause pain hopefully would tell the man that it was just him getting th eother to back off a little.

Sorry, pal, I only feel comfortable with women that close to me. So does the Noodle King have a name or am I free to start slinging around things off the top of my head?

[Wol]

Wol's arm would be easily moved. The few moments of contact were all he really needed to gain at least a partial inventory on this strange humanoid fellow. Certainly wasn't no senator or fancy rich man. Shying away was not something the Ualaq was likely to do however. Though his hands and arms were to himself, it was little more than an arm being moved. Persistence was a typical thief's weapon. Though with the interest of keeping his arms attached to his body, spiderman was eventually relenting, and shuffling a few inches away to sit on his own.

"Noodle King, obviously. Supreme majesty and lord of .. ah.. pilots. The Pancake Count. Duke of alcoholic beverages, and Prince of the Underworld." The illustrious title had a few bar patrons snickering, and even outright laughing nearby. Even for the casual jester, the title was a little more illustrious than what might have commonly been spoken, for Wol was fighting to keep a straight face. "Wol." A name a little more reasonable than the silly titles he had given himself.

Another long drink from his beverage, the Aqualish was setting it upon the nearby table with his noodle collection. Tossing each of his arms up behind his bald head to casually lean. "And you, fleshy ? Got a name ?" Wol had already been slinging about names, and until a proper title was offered, he was likely to continue doing the same. Though in truth, the nicknames were likely to flow freely still despite any given names. 

[Ash]

The nicknames that the Aqualish started to spill out seemed to be endless for a moment, until, finally, they came to a stop. Diarmuid nearly let off a sigh, as his patience, much longer than perhaps any other Sith he knew, was beginning to wear out. But at least he was givin a proper name.

Wol...

Well, it was a name, if not as long as Diarmuids; it still managed the job. And so Diarmuid was asked to give his own name, among another nickname. Diarmuid gulped down what was left in his tumbler and signaled for another drink before he himself answered.

Sure thing, Mr. Clean. Call me Nieraan.

Nieraan was the name of another Sith he had met off an on whenever he ventured to Korriban. They were both Firrerreon, so the name worked perfectly for him.

[Wol]

The Aqualish definitely had a few hundred more nicknames up his sleeves, if Diarmuid was interested enough to ask. Patience was certainly a virtue, as well as a requirement when it came to dealing with Underworld locals. "Neerah ? Is no wonder you are such pretty boy. A girl's name." Wagging his drink about in a dismissive manner between the two of them. Oh yes, it took a certain special something to have any love for this trouble maker.

"Tell you what, lassie." Sipping like a fancy douche at his drink while he went lounging comfortably backwards. Even kicking up booted feet upon a nearby unoccupied chair. "Convince my friend over there~" Gesturing across the bar to the noodle faced Bith "~That Neerah is a man's name, and I'll toss a few credits your way, aye ?" Wol was fully intending on helping the Bith's thought process along a little as well, if he could manage it. The nickname for himself having seemingly blown right over the Aqualish's head. He had been called a whole lot worse.

[Ash]

Diarmuid couldn't help but laugh at Wol calling him a pretty boy, along with making fun of Nieraan's name. Hey, if this guy wanted to say that the name was a girls name, that was fine by him.

Hey, better than sounding like part of a building, tusk-breath.


The alien spinning his drink around like some sort of douched out punk didn't help his case much, but Diarmuid could forget about the Lassie part, especially since he was now playing the part of Nieraan. He wagered a bet to convince the Bith he was having the noodle war with, that Nieraan was a man's name. Diarmuid waved his own glass as well, but had a little something else to go with it.

I did, and he disagrees with you. Ill take that coin now, muskrat.

Diarmuid was influencing the Aqualish with a bit of the force. Wol should believe every word Diarmuid said, and whatever drinks the arachnid alien had should only further his belief of Diarmuid's word. Of course, he could always use force to get the money he wanted, if he wanted it that bad.

[Wol]

Wol was unfortunately of the opinion that he had a very prestigious sounding name. He was proud of it, and figured it fit him well. "I'll make you part of a well, if you don't mind your tongue, ladyboy." Although he had not taken any real offence, the words just came naturally to him. Instigating fights was not anything uncommon for the Ualaq. Though with some luck, Diarmuid would stay in his seat.

Having fully intended on making his own feeble attempt at using the force to influence the Bith, Wol found himself a little slow when it came to initiative. "What ? You did ? When !?" Sloshing his own drink in the sudden rise to his feet. "Un'ton, you slime. We are not friends anymore." Pointing aggressively, which had the unfortunately confused Bith turning about to flap his noodle beard to protest, and go back to his own business with a shrug.

The Aqualish was left to extract that single credit from the depths of a trouser pocket to slap upon the table between them. "Alright alright, so whatever your name was, is a boy's name." Not terribly skilled when it came to memorizing names. Particularly so when he was a little on the inebriated side.

Dropping back down into his seat, Wol went scooping up his noodle collection to eat. Scowling behind his tusks all the while. Though really, it was  only a name, and there was no true reason to be upset about the matter. "Whatever the case, I don't like your name."

[Ash]

Well, someone has a little temper, don't they?

Diarmuids comment was just as casual as Wol's and didn't hold really anything behind it. Diarmuid was still wearing his smile as the Aqualish was influenced and somewhat confused.

In an act of aggression, the tusked alien rose to his feet, sloshing his drink around as he pointed at the Bith, who was no doubt confused. Before dropping back to his seat, however, Wol was kind enough to reach into his pocket and extract a single cred chip, muttering that Nieraan's name was a boys. Diarmuid's eyes were narrowing however, and the far ends of his eyebrows went up every so slightly.

It doesn't matter if you like it. Your not-friend over there does. And who knows what he could be saying behind your back. Maybe he doesn't even like your name.

Diarmuid was still weaving his little ring of the force, slowly fanning the fuel for a bar brawl. Diarmuid didn't care much if it broke out, but it would allow him to let loose on his greed, and maybe through a few punches of his own if he felt like it. However, it was really Wol who would start it, if he did. Diarmuid just didn't quite feel like having the aggression on his side of the court at this immediate moment.

[Wol]

Although Wol was lacking any visible pupils or colour to his eyes that might distinguish rolling them, the Aqualish was going through the gestures just the same. "Is a nice little temper, thank ye very much."

Devouring the rest of his noodles with a few lewd slurps, the empty bowl would be slapped down upon one of the nearby tables. Even if he preferred wriggling little shellfish and crustaceans, noodles were one of the spider's fancies. Right there along with ocean veggies and pancakes. What was even better, was any of those things combined with alcohol, and sometimes some spices as well. This little bar excursion had been meant as a comfortable, relaxing thing. Although bar fights were not at all uncommon for the Aqualish, tonight was just not the night to be starting one.

"Bah." Waving a clawed hand dismissively as he protested. "Un'ton is harmless." Or so Wol hoped anyway. It was likely the spider would be stalking him out back later for a good thrashing. "Already know he doesn't like my name. Besides. Your silly little jedi tricks don't work on me." Whether the Aqualish had actually clued into Diarmuid's game, or was just talking for the hell of it would remain a mystery. Although Wol did not boast an exceptional amount of willpower, it occasionally took a few tries, or a large amount of concentration.

Beverage collected up against his chest to lean and lounge, all four unblinking eyes would be turned upon the Sith fellow. "So.. what do you do ? You from around here at all ?" Casual conversation never hurt in most cases. Mister four eyes was also a little on the curious side.

[Ash]

Diarmuid laughed at Wol when the Aqualish said that it was a nice temper. It wasn't bad to have one, as long as it was properly focused. A wild one usually got people killed, even as a Sith.

This man, and his lack on acting at Diarmuid's mental antagonizing. After calling the Bith harmless, and some other words, including something about his little jedi tricks, Diarmuid shrugged. He didn't even bother to comment on the Jedi thing. Diarmuid turned around in his seat as well, looking at the amber liquid in his glass as Wol asked his next round of questions: seemingly casual ones.

I kinda do a little of everything. And I use to live here, but I left to travel a few years ago. This is my first time back here, and i'll need to catch transport probably tomorrow. Now, both those questions back to you.

If Wol wanted to ask questions, he would need to answer in turn. If he didn't, then Diarmuid may just stop playing nice.

[Wol]

As far as tempers went, the Aqualish's ranked amongst the volatile and crude. Most of the time anyway. Yet somehow, Wol could make that sound like a pleasant thing when he really got down to describing himself. Perfect. In his own personal opinion. Though true enough, wild tempers were easily contended.

An ankle tossed up over a knee, and both arms tossed back across the backrest of his chair, the Aqualish was lounging comfortably. His stomach filled, his head comfortably numb, and in the company of what he figured was good people. Then again, Wol didn't exactly have very high standards, when it come to labelling someone as good or otherwise. Answers offered, and the Aqualish was directing a very thorough thrice over upon the sith fellow.

"So, the jobless, homeless wonder. I see how it is. Very impressive career choice. Am impressed." Even lofting hands over his head for a quaint little golf clap. Perhaps Diarmuid was one of those bounty hunter sort of fellows. He certainly seemed the sort to be able to hold his own in many different arenas. Clothing wasn't too shabby either, so he at least was able to sustain a moderate income. Poor human looking species most often had grungy beards too, and Diarmuid was rocking nothing of the sort.

"I pilot one of them real fancy sky-boats. Taxi service." Though if Diarmuid had asked for a wet nurse, the Aqualish might even have offered his 'skills' as well to make a few quick coins. The answer changed considerably with the needs of others on most days. Though hilariously enough, taxi was this spider's main source of income. "Coruscant is home." Gesturing about the noodle bar as he spoke, as if to make a point, and state the opposite of the vague answer the other had given.

"If you've got the credits, I'll take you all sorts of fancy places. Fastest ship in the galaxy." Which was an incredible stretch of the truth. "Luxury shuttle, mine is." Again, a long shot from reality. "Big spacious thing fit for them fancy senators, nobility and other lords." It seemed the Aqualish was on a roll with his bluffing. "Whatcha' say partner ? I'm your man, aye ?"

[Ash]

I don't think I said anything about being jobless or homeless, guy.

Diarmuid's body language didn't mirror's Wols. While the Aqualish assumed an extremely relaxed position, Diarmuid's was somewhat less relaxed, but still laid back, with one hand on his drink, and the other against the bar.

Diarmuid was wondering what was going through the others head as he called him jobless and homeless. The Aqualish seemed less-off than the Sith did. Even if the Warrior did see himself as something not too well off right now, some people didn't seem very well.

And then he continued to talk, which Diarmuid admittedly began to shut down, until the Aqualish man began to spew something about going everywhere, and carrying all sorts of people... all on apparently the fastest ship in the galaxy. Diarmuid began laughing now at Wol.

Taxi service for all sorts of senators, nobility, and other higher ups? All on the 'fastest ship in the galaxy.' Sorry, already got myself a ship go go around the galaxy in.

[Wol]

The Aqualish went lofting a pair of hairless brows with some interest when Diarmuid spoke up about the fact he was not indeed homeless or jobless. Prompting the spider to toss his arms out to each side in a helpless, dismissive manner. "Hey now. That is the classic response, though. I hear it almost daily in all the taverns and cantinas. A little bit of this and that is the vague way of stating you're between jobs." Had he a pair (or two) of glasses, it was likely mister four eyes would have been pushing at the bridge of them like some sage librarian. Getting all matter of factly, like he somehow had a more valid opinion.

Likely having been in the middle of spewing off a whole lot more about all that his ship and his skills were, the Aqualish found himself cut off by the Sith's laughter. Beady black eyes narrowed lightly as he quieted to listen to the man's retorts. Even lifting a hand and a single 'now see here' finger. Wagging the fluffy, clawed digit in what might have been a scolding gesture. "If you are already having a ship, you have no need to ask for transport, and are just wasting my time." Growling his ill content from behind chipped, yellow tusks.

It was the next thought that had the Aqualish settling some back into his seat. Turning that threatening finger wag into a curious point. "Or, you are recanting your needs, because you have no credits." Dipping his head to a knowing nod. "Aye, that is it, isn't it ? Looks like you are out of luck there, Nancy." Or whatever he had stated his name to be. Wol couldn't quite remember at this point. It had started with an N. "I don't ferry anyone or anything for free." Leaning far back in his seat to fold both arms over his chest defiantly. Making his point all that more clear.

"And yea. Like I said. All of those things."

[Ash]

Diarmuid sat back and listened to everything the Aqualish said. All in all, it seemed to the Sith that he was trying to make a quick credit anyway he could. With his little ill content growl, Diarmuid settled back into his seat.

At least until the arachnid alien spoke up again, his wagging finger stopping as he vocalized his next point. Being called Nancy threw him off for a moment, until he realized that he was going by Nieraan here.

You're looking for money in the wrong spot. Id try looking around Sernpidal if you want credits that bad, or focus on one of your little noodle buddies.

((Sorry its short. My creative thinking isn't quite working too well today.))

[Wol]

Seemingly unable to secure a job for the morrow, the Aqualish was lofting each of his hands up towards his shoulders. A helpless, yet dismissive gesture. "You asked." Although with the amount of arguing the two had done, Wol wasn't entirely sure if the Sith had indeed asked. Though no matter the answer, it was all likely to yield the same results either way.

"You're my noodle buddy now, Nancy." Ayep, it seemed as though the name Nancy was sticking. It was girly, and was an easy name to roll off the tongue. Unfolding arms to go reaching for his drink, and making a brilliant attempt at draining the last few drops, despite the mug being very empty. Eventually using the empty vessel to wave over another drink for himself. Despite Diarmuid having bought him that last round, the Aqualish was not so kind as to return the favour. Especially after having been denied easy employment.

"What brings you back to this place anyway ?" And for once, Wol wasn't talking about noodle bars or waffle houses. "I still dunno what you do. And am looking to be corrected when I assume it's looking for employment to earn a few creds. Which you seem to have neither of." Infuriatingly persistent, this spider fiend was.

[Ash]

I'm your noodle buddy now? I hope its as thrilling as it sounds, Ball.

Anyone would damn near be able to see the sarcasm rolling off of Diarmuid's tongue. Wol finished his drink, and Diarmuid was getting close to completing his as well. Unfortunately, Wol didn't buy Diarmuid a new drink.

Well so much for repaying that favor. Diarmuid thought about using the force to influence the other's mind again, but held back. He also held back on ordering himself a drink. Maybe Wol was sour about being denied quick work. The Aqualish asked Diarmuid some more questions, which made the Sith narrow his eyes.

I actually came back to raise some hell; maybe kill a few people who don't deserve it. I have plenty of credits, with a nice way to get them. You still wanna make some easy cash?