The Tipsy Rancor
Estle City, Selen
The Night before departure
“And another round!” shouted the Ryn, his tail flicking drunkenly upwards to smack the waitress as she walked away, causing her to jump and glare at the inebriated Krath.
“She’s going to poison you, if you keep that up,” said his companion, who was trying not to laugh.
Kordath Bleu was, to put it bluntly, hammered. He grinned across the small table at his Human friend, Uji, whom over the course of recent events he’d formed a bond with. The Priest damn near trusted the Templar. Much as I can trust any mouth breathing Obelisk, he thought, chuckling to himself. The Human’s eyes narrowed at him.
“That wasn’t very nice, Kord, but you’re buying so I’ll forgive you this time,” growled the Obelisk.
Poodoo, must have said that outloud, the Ryn thought, feeling his ears burn a bit from shame.
“Yes, yes you did, and that.” Uji was grinning at him openly now. His eyes flickered, and Kordath turned in a very unsubtle manner to track whatever had caught his friends eye. “Cool it Bleu,” hissed the Human. Kordath felt his own idiot grin return as he caught sight of the Twi’lek woman, skin a burnt orange in hue wearing the trappings of a freighter pilot. She was drinking with what looked like a Human female wearing dark lensed maintenance goggles, with short hair and grease spotted coveralls.
“Oooh, lonely space honies, in for a drink, Uji. Bet the pilot would love to hear some stories about your Jedi past,” said the Ryn, winking.
“I told you I don’t like using my past to pick up women, no matter how much you seem to think it’ll work. Drop it,” said the Templar, sighing.
“Poodoo! You said yourself the Nighthawk is departing tomorrow, who knows what’ll happen, another bloody ‘incident’ will breakout and you won’t be on land again for who knows how long! Better to have some stress relief beforehand, eh? Besides, tis good luck!” The Ryn was grinning broadly, momentarily distracted by the waitress bringing them a fresh round of drinks; she was standing expectantly, staring at the Krath. Kordath blinked dumbly a few times before jumping up, landing with his feet squarely on the seat of his chair, and reached into his robes. With a flourish and a drunken laugh that almost took him tumbling to the ground, he presented his wallet to the open air.
The waitress rolled her eyes, before blushing a bit herself as the Ryn pushed a handful of credits at her, and waved away her attempts to make change. This time when she walked away she let out a giggle when his tail made it’s move. Laughing, the Priest hopped down, again almost falling to the dirty bar room floor, before stabilizing himself and grasping the rocks glass that had been placed on the table. Next to it was a datapad which he’d been using for a ‘personal project’ prior to Uji finding him alone at the cantina.
“So, like I said, good luck and all, right? We should go talk to them…you got your eye on the pilot, I can tell,” the Ryn verbally prodding at his friend, with a lecherous grin.
Uji waved him off, “I don’t really care for Twi’leks that much, Kord, the last one I…spent time with was a bit insane. Like carve-your-name-in-her-arm nuts, and we only went out for a week.”
Kordath was ignoring him, watching the two women talk and laugh, the mechanic stretching in her chair for a moment, obviously relishing a moment where nothing was breaking or screeching at her. Bendy looking, mmmm.
“Come ooooon, you’re the one who showed up and told me to be social, blast it! I was content to sit here, drink, and write! You woke the beast, you get to deal with the problem, Imma talk to that mechanic girl she’s with, so you might as well come along and make sure I don’t do anything foolish. Who knows, maybe you’ll enjoy yourself,” stated the Ryn, standing up and nearly tripping over his chair.
“Bleu…” started the Human, remembering he’d come tracking the Krath down for a purpose, before scooping up his own drink to follow his friend. Kordath was waving towards the bartender and pointing towards the two ladies table; the barkeep simply nodded, fully aware of the Krath’s habits. Kordath smiled as he walked up, trying to appear charming when the two women turned to look expectantly at the drunken Ryn. With a wave of his hand a chair came sliding across the floor, stopping as he deposited himself in it.
“Ello ladies, name’s Blue, Kordath Bleu, a pleasure to be in the company of such lovely…uhh, ladies! Oh, and this soursack of doom and gloom is my mate Uji, he’s good at hitting things and poetry, if you believe it,” he said, winking at the Twi’lek as he gestured with a thumb towards the Human. Despite the obvious failure at being charming, the woman did smile in amusement. Funny, then, funny works.
“Umm, yeah, hi…” the Obelisk started, put on the spot as the pilot turned to him. Kordath tuned it out, turning towards the short haired woman who had her head tilted a bit to one side, goggles fixed firmly on him, “Sooo…what kind of…” he started to ask, before she raised a hand.
“That was nice of you; your friend is a bit wound up, I can tell. He wants something from you, though,” she said, a little smile on her face.
Kord squinted at her, and tried to get it together long enough to give her a gentle mental nudge through the Force. Her smile broadened a bit, and he felt a little tingle at the base of his brain that sent chills down his spine, all the way to his twitching tail.
“So, umm…light sensitive?” he asked, lacking anything akin to intelligent thought for a moment after the little brush she’d given him.
The smile faltered for a moment as she slumped forward, before facing him once more. She licked her lips, nervously, before speaking, “I…wear them so other people won’t be uncomfortable…my…race…umm…”
“Oh!” said the Ryn, loudly, before becoming embarrassed and lowering his voice, “You’re a Miraluka then, huh?”
“Y…yes, how did you,” she started to say, confusion clear on her face.
“Hah, oh look there’s our drinks, umm, took the liberty of getting you lasses another round, seeing as you’re visitors on our rock. As for the, ya know, how I know? One of my best friends…who’s…my boss now I guess…she’s of your people. Don’t bother me much, all you near-Humans look alike to me anyways, some of ya got spikes, some of ya don’t have eyes, who am I to judge?” The Ryn shrugged, placing his empty glass on the waitress’ tray, as the mechanic cradled hers. Kordath accepted a fresh one from the server, smiling and keeping his tail to himself.
“Oh, that’s rather open…minded of you. Many get disturbed, not Key’la here, she’s used to it, but I’ve grown really used to the goggles anyways. Oh! I’m Veras, Key’la and I run a courier ship, somebody in your Clan seems to trust us with ferrying messages and some light cargo, so we get to spend some downtime here on Selen sometimes. Mostly out of Korda city, but sometimes we make it to Estle.”
“Well that killed the next question,” said the Ryn, grinning, ‘Come here often? Anyways…yeah Uji is pretty uptight sometimes, takes himself way too seriously. He’s got a big important job now, and is leaving tomorrow so this is probably our last hurrah for a while.” Kordath punctuated this statement by turning and lifting his glass towards the Templar’s face, ‘Oi!”
“Huh? Oh, yeah,” said the Obelisk, clinking his glass after a few tries, not looking away from the Twi’lek who he was in conversation with. Kordath shook his head and smirked, before turning back to Veras, “So, you just got the whole….Miraluka Forcey Sight thingy going on, or can you do other stuff?”
A blush worked up the woman’s face for a moment, before she seemed to take control of her emotions, “No, I’m not one of you all. I wish, sometimes,” she said, wistfully.
Kordath snorted, causing her brow to furrow at him, “Sorry, sorry. Just it tends to make me a target more often then it seems to help. I tend to do better with my life when I just don’t…don’t use it? Manipulate it? Whatever. My number of injuries tend to be smaller, and a lot less interesting when I’m acting like a normal Ryn…huh?
The Ryn turned, at the insistent tapping on his shoulder, Uji trying to get his attention. “Bleu, gotta ask before I…uhh, me and Key’la are going to go check out something. She wants to see the Nighthawk’s…state…room, yeah. Anyways, got a job opening still on board, want in?”
“Huh?” said the Ryn, trying to wave off his friend, who seemed to have found his pre-launch good luck, “yeah sure whatever, I’m busy.”
“Great, see you.”
“Uh-huh. So…Veras…can I…buy you another drink?”
The Miraluka leaned in a little, either the alcohol or the lack of company making her grow more confident. She placed a hand on his arm, “Well I guess…oh my goodness your so…soft….”
“Ahem!” Kordath looked up to see the waitress standing in front of the table, holding up his datapad, “You left this, My Lord, over there.” Her face was flushed, noted the Ryn, absently. “Very…umm, you shouldn’t leave things like this lying around. Not things like…just…it’s not proper.”
“Oooh, what’s on the datapad?” asked the Miraluka, grinning and reaching out with her other hand.
Oh…so that’s how I ended up here, thought the Ryn, still wedged between a support spar and the bulkhead, Pretty sure she put her comm code in the pad, at least. Hope I run into her again, she was fun.
The Ryn grimaced, pushing through another gap as he moved forward. This was so much easier when he was younger. He could just make out up ahead part of the inner bulkhead curving upwards, likely leading over the bridge proper. The Krath sucked in his belly, and began his journey.