Seb's

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In one of the various, working class areas of Coruscant, not too distant from the various sites, there was a modestly sized two story building. Just off a main walking route an almost magnetic pale green neon sign proudly labeled this place as "Seb's". Above the doorway was a strolling marquee, projecting the prices of various drinks and eats, as well as prices of a night stay in either a bed or a cot.

Inside the atmosphere was... strange. There were perhaps a dozen tables, each with a handful of chairs about them. Yet, in the corner, was a bar. Manned by a droid, it took the customers orders and was quite precise in keeping tabs on individuals. Behind the bar, of course, the array of spirits and liquors found throughout the galaxy. Though some moderately fine wines were available, there were a number of drinks- most of them famously strong- on display as well. Behind the display was one of the few walls on the first floor, and one of only three doors: The one behind the bar was to the kitchen, the one on the other side of the drink display was to the second story, and there was, of course, the entrance door. All single, informal doors.

Though the droid manned the bar, which was lined with bar stools, a modestly dressed Twi'lek bearing the insignia of Seb's was the one who ran food to and took orders from the customers seated at the tables. The namesake of the place- Seb - was almost always there, though almost never working. Though he handled the affairs of the rooms, he was also interested in picking up stories and the going-ons of the galaxy. When one walked in they would either be greeted by the Twi'lek or sometimes Seb himself, then seated appropriately if they were there to eat or drink. If they wanted a place to stay, Seb would be found and then they would be escorted upstairs to the proper lodgings.

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The door swung open, and a cloaked figure made their way inside. Rather a short figure, maybe. Alyra Fifeler was not the tallest sixteen-year-old, but she tried. Her shoes were thick-soled, she wore her hair up and she was thin. All these helped to disguise her shortness, but didn't stop it all together.

Right now, she was having an attempt at 'incognito', which meant a cloak over her robes, and her lightsaber tucked away. Her long, dark braid was coiled around her head to keep it out of the way. She hated long hair, and couldn't wait to cut it off after her Trials.

As she stepped inside, she ignored her surroundings completely. It didn't matter. She couldn't care less. Right now, she just wanted something to do until a Master took her on, and the diner had caught her eye. She had few credits, but eating took up time which would otherwise be spent in complete boredom. She might even meet someone interesting to talk to. Or then again, maybe she'd rather not. The memory of her now-deceased Master was still raw in her mind.

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The new figure did not go unnoticed. A Besalisk of just under six foot tall, average for his ilk, swiftly approached her. The brown apron that hung from his neck to the floor, obviously modified to fit the four armed creature. Month long whiskers adorned much of his lower face as the rest of a hairless head showed clear and plain, almost proud. The skin tones of the Besalisk were dominated by mild browns and faded grays, all nigh appropriate. A large pair of trousers hung around his waist as not much more than an undershirt decorated his body under the apron.

With his short legs his approach was slow, yet steady despite a waddle. He gazed with shallow brown eyes across the lower floor which, for once, was rather still. He would normally have been dressed a bit better, but with few people there at that time, he saw little reason to dress highly. He was not down by the lack of business, yet seemed, perhaps, tired. Not enough rest was the cause and, after the day, no doubt a good rest would be the cure. Strangely, the Besalisk had no shoes on. When he was standing still the apron would cover his feet, but whilst moving, a careful glance could perceive he was, indeed, barefoot.

He halted perhaps four feet from the visitor and rubbed his bottom hands together for reasons unknown.

"Afternoon, Ma'am."

He said, glancing as best he could under the hood without making it look obvious.

"Welcome to Seb's. You here to eat, drink, or stay ?"

He asked. His voice was deep in accordance to his weighty figure, but at that time seemed calm and composed.

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Alyra pulled down her hood, revealing her pale features. She hated the thing. Eat, drink or stay? Staying there was out of the question, of course. "I...I think I'll have a drink," she replied uncertainly. "A...hot chocolate, if you have it?" She detested alcohol, but then again, she wasn't generally allowed to drink it anyway.

She took the chance to look around herself at the place. It was respectable enough, she supposed, without being too high-brow. Not many visitors today. Was there a reason for that she'd missed? It didn't matter.

She turned back to the Besalisk. "...uh, yes. Hot chocolate..." she repeated vaguely.

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"Then you'd be coming right this way"

He said. He motioned with his bottom right arm to follow him to the bar, where he patted a bar stool. He then made his way back around the bar. The droid, ever vigilant, quickly addressed Seb, who quickly dismissed the droid. He didn't get many requests for hot chocolate, so he had to poke around the bar to find the proper ingredients, though there weren't that many.

The establishment itself was clean. The bar stool especially were kept in good order. One could almost see their own reflection off them, though they were made of wood. The floor was a rather light brown color, some durable and long lasting stone. The tables, all wood as well, were kept clean. It didn't take long after someone left for the tables to be cleaned and prepared again. The most common flavorings and sauces were in a basket on the bar, free to use for anyone who ate there. The chairs on the tables, however, were strange. They sat low, and were made heavy. Though it only took a moment to realize the proprietor of the establishment had them made that way so that he himself could sit in them, it was, perhaps, catching to the eye. The few patrons seated around at the tables were not out of the ordinary. A Rodian, a Bith, a number of humans. Even an Ithorian was present. The crowd kept calm, at least thanks in part to the large, roaming Besalisk who would not want his establishment, or it's business, disrupted.

"Some strong drink you are having, Ma'am. Does somethin ' ail you, or are you no stranger to the shadows ?"

He queried. He had, by now, found the chocolate, a cup, which was actually a mug, and the right milk to make the drink. He paused only for a moment, to ask the aforementioned question.

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She followed him awkwardly, taking a seat at the bar as he suggested. As her drink was prepared, she was silent, hunched over at the table.

His question jerked her back upright. "Me? I get around. Well, I did. Seen some things in my time, though I admit that's not a long one at all." She paused, hesitating. "I don't drink alcohol often. I've seen what it can do. And I don't mean liver problems either."
On that note, Alyra pulled her cloak tighter around her to conceal her Jedi robes and lightsaber. It wouldn't do to let everyone in the bar know about it. It wouldn't do at all. Not everyone liked the Jedi, and you tended to get that 'not everyone' in small bars like these.

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He chuckled. The Besalisk was elderly and had been to only two planets, but hearing someone so young saying they had seen some thing was rather amusing to him. His back was turned to his guest, ever so briefly, whilst he made the drink.
"I drink alcohol often, but you'd be glad to know I ain't drank none today. Leastways not yet."
He said, with a chuckle. He then turned around and put the drink in front of her. It was not an unusually tall mug, but it was slightly broader than normal. It was then he noticed his guest clenching tightly her cloak.

"Cold, are you ?"

He asked. He was well acclimated to any weather and rarely bothered changing the temperatures, but he had grown accustom to noticing the needs of his patrons. He figured they were either uncomfortable, or hiding something. Either way, so long as his business went on without being hindered he didn't pry too much.

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His chuckle stung her. "Is it that unbelievable?" she replied mildly. She couldn't come out and tell him she was a Jedi, but still...she didn't see why she shouldn't be respected like one.

She took the mug as it was offered to her, blowing on it hesitantly before taking a sip. It was...nice...but she didn't care particularly about that. It was just something to do while she waited.

"Cold, are you?"

She shook her head nervously. "No, I'm fine. Really. I just-" she trailed off, not finishing the sentence. Please don't ask, please don't ask, please don't ask, she prayed.

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"I mean you no offense"
He replied swftly in resignation to the statement of alcohol. It was a personal preference, nothing more. He respected such a stance but rarely came across any who had it. With his lower left hand he grabbed a small piece of paper and with his lower right hand he grabbed a pen, quickly scribbling something down. Though it looked illegible, it could have simply been a non-basic language.

"Care to share your name ?"
He asked.
"We charge double for people who have no names."
He added in tone laden with jest.

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Alyra bowed her head. "None taken. It was not that at which I took offense...but it does not matter."

She resumed her sipping. It was hot, but also chocolate, and everyone knows that chocolate is the reason for life! Her tongue was burning, but what did that matter? It was chocolate here, chocolate!

"Care to share your name? We charge double for people who have no names."

She smiled at the comment, and then bit her lip. Fake or real? Better go with real. She was only a Padawan. "Alyra Fifeler..." She spelt it out as well. She hated it when her name was misspelt. Mind you, she hated giving out her name even more. Names could be traced.

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The Besalisk nodded. The flaps of skin on his head were almost humorous as they flapped as he nodded. Regardless, he then jotted more down on the piece of paper. After sever scribbling attempts, he scratched it out and wrote her name, in basic, on the piece of paper. He then put it somewhere under the bar.

"And I am Seb, if you hadn't figured."

He said. He attention was now undivided on Alyra.

"So, miss Alyra, where ya from ?"

He asked. He figured it would take some time for her to drink her beverage and he might as well chat. He enjoyed doing so, after all it was one of the reasons he opened the place.

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Now she regretted coming in here. Dammit, why had she been so stupid? Of course she was going to be asked questions!

"Hullo, Seb. I'm from...Alderaan."

She cursed herself again. Why had she told the truth? Of all the planets - he'd never have known, but now he did know...

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"Alderun, Eh ?"

He said. Though he could have been more precise and pronounced it correctly, he was rather informal.

"I hear it is nice there. Pleasant. Not polluted or such. Been wanting to go for a few years now, never made it. Seems like everyone that comes from there is some Jedi or knows one. Strange folk, them."

He said. He took a breath to further speak, but a patron at a table called his attention away. He waddled over to the table, spoke ever so briefly, then returned to the bar. He reached underneath and pulled out a piece of paper, similar to the one he stashed earlier, but not identical. He then returned to the table and gave them the piece of paper. Afterwards, he returned to the bar.

"Humm... where was I ?"

He mused. The momentary break of concentration threw him off, perhaps for the better.
He said.

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"Yes, Alderaan," she replied promptly to his first statement, pronouncing it meaningfully.

"I hear it is nice there. Pleasant. Not polluted or such. Been wanting to go for a few years now, never made it. Seems like everyone that comes from there is some Jedi or knows one. Strange folk, them."

Alyra's heart quickened. "It's very nice there, yes, I believe. I was actually brought up in Coruscant though." She ignored the Jedi comment, hoping it would go away, and indeed it did as Seb vanished for a few moments.

She returned to her drink, sipping steadily. The faster she drank this thing, the faster she could go. Any minute somebody would know she was a Jedi, or recognise her or something.

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Seb paused for a minute after he returned to the bar. Gathering his thoughts, he nodded.

"I did a lot of growing up here. Not a place I'd like to raise a family, if ever I had one."

He said with a faint chuckle. He had more or less run out of things to say. He didn't know what profession the patron had, so he couldn't ask about such experiences. She seemed too young to have any stories, so Seb was content to go about cleaning the bar and moving around the droid.

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Alyra nodded in agreement, and continued sipping her drink. She finished it fairly quickly (not that she wanted to go or anything...) and put down the mug with a thud.

"Uh...okay, how much do I owe you?" she asked hesitantly. Hopefully it wouldn't be too much. Alyra had spent a good deal of her money already, and without a means of income it was just a matter of when it would run out.

She stood up. Her cloak opened for a second, and she clutched at it quickly, keeping it tight around her. Best not to let anyone catch a glimpse of the saber, or the robes. Not everyone liked Jedi.

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Seb reached under the bar and pulled out the note he scribbled earlier. He placed it on the top of the bar and looked over it, blinking a few times.

"It that is all, it'll just three credits."

He said, looking up. He noticed her clenching her cloak again. He looked at her strangely for a moment.

"Sure you're not cold ?"

He added. Humanoids in general seemed strange at times to him.

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She passed the money over, eager to disappear. "There you are."

"Cold? No! I'm fine," she blustered. "Really."

And she hurried quickly to the door, nodding in farewell.

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"Farewell."

He said. He then took the note and tossed it in the garbage with his lower left arm. With his lower right arm he took the mug, and with his upper right arm he took the credits. He then went about putting the credits away and cleaning the mug.