Cantina The Drunk Side - Dreshdae Cantina version 3.0

[dragonsith13]

Draconis
Cantina

Draconis' paid little attention to the Gen'Dai's stroking of his blade. Formidable as it was and his ability to wield it, Draconis smirked in response to the amusing gesture that played along with the Gen'Dai's inquiry back to Draconis about his figure.

Clasping his glass of bloodwine, Draconis paused with the glass slightly raised after the humorous quip about the literature he was reading.

"I understand if you need me to read it aloud to you." Draconis spat back with a sly tone and look before he took a sip from the goblet.

Draconis gestured over to one of the servants, signalling for him to refill both the Gen' Dai and his glasses.

@Darth Cruor

 

[DarthNoxia]

IC: Darth Noxia
Location: Cantina

Searching for a brief respite from the Korriban heat, Darth Noxia entered the cantina, her heavy boots falling on the floor as she moved to a booth near the bar. Noxia flagged down a Pantoran waitress and eyed the young woman as she rushed to serve her.
"Survapierre," Noxia said simply as she ran a slender finger along the fringe of the Pantoran's hair. The gesture left a mark of visible discomfort on the waitress's face, but Noxia only smiled sweetly and settled into her seat, awaiting her order.

 

[...]

Darth Cruor
Cantina

The Taral always enjoyed the easy back and forth banter between he and his long time rival, few dared to speak to him in such a way, he found it refreshing and caused a disturbing sound to escape from the massive warrior, his laugh. The sound caused the server filling his mug to flinch and spill some of the green elixir onto the table, the servant was terrified of the inevitable repercussion but it never came so he scurried off before Lord Cruor changed his mind.

"My thanks," He gestured to Draconis and lifted his mug, "the next round is on me." It was then that the familiar voice of a nearby patron caught his ear, Lady Noxia. Looking to the obviously shaken Pantoran server waiting on her the Taral added, "Her drink is on my tab." As she hurried off to fill her order he nodded to the ruler of House Syn.

Tag: @dragonsith13 @DarthNoxia

 

[dragonsith13]

Draconis
Cantina

The tortured sound emanating from the massive Gen'Dai in the form of a laugh was amusing in its own right. Equally the reaction of the server whom was startled by it. The spilling of the green elixir and subsequent crippling terror form the servant added to the situation. Draconis was almost looking froward to watching the servant's arms being torn from his socket, but the servant was spared a gruesome painful death on the account that the Gen'Dai still seemed caught up in the amusement of the whole situation.

Draconis offered a slight nod, in response to the Gen'Dai's acknowledgement of his glass being topped back off. A silent - do not mention it gesture as they both took another sip of their drinks.

The familiar presence of the togruta Sith, Lady Noxia, flowed into the establishment as Draconis watched in his peripherals her interacting with one of the servers as she took a seat. The Gen'Dai's voice was heard across the distance between them as he indicated for the servant to place her drink on his tab.

"You going to buy her a ring next?" Draconis quipped with a playful grin. The comment seemingly out of nowhere and solely intended to continue the playful jabs back and forth between the Gen'Dai and Rattataki Sith. No doubt the Sith Lady would recognize the pair of them digging into each other, and perhaps raise her interest in joining in the fun.

@Darth Cruor @DarthNoxia

 

[DarthNoxia]

IC: Noxia
Location: Cantina

Noxia gave a nod to Lord Cruor in acknowledgement on his offer to pay the tab, then turned her attention to the voice of Lord Draconis. The Pantoran was already making her way back with the bottle of Survapierre and a glass. The Tribune smirked at the quip Lord Draconis made.

“Oh, but Lord Cruor already got me a pretty crystal,” she clapped back winking her iridescent purple eye, which contained the Lorrdian crystal shard, in Draconis’s direction. That had been a torturous ordeal, but through it, Cruor had taught her the value of pain.

The waitress placed the drink and glass on the table in front of Noxia. Before she could pull her hand back, the Togruta’s fingers were around her wrist, pinning it to the table. The girl’s eye went wide. Noxia placed a couple credits in the palm of her hand as a tip and slowly let her go. “Thank you, dear,” she purred, taking up the bottle and sipping from it. The waitress scurried back to her duties.

@dragonsith13 @Darth Cruor

 

[...]

Darth Cruor
Cantina

The Taral watched in amusement as Darth Noxia tortured the the server, she seemed to enjoy the young woman's anguish as much as she did the drink. She certainly had grown into influential presence in the Empire, in her relatively short time among the Sith she had become a powerful and respected councilor in her own right.

Looking back at Lord Draconis he finally replied to the quip about buying Lady Noxia a ring, "My dear friend," His voice was uncharacteristically gentle, "do I sense a hint of jealousy?" the soothing tone had turned into a cutting sarcasm, "If you wish to enter into a civil union with me all you have to do is ask." He added in order to mock the assassin, an act that would lead to the immediate death of almost any other being in the galaxy.

Casually, without so much as a worry, he lifted his mug and drank deeply of the Blackroot.

Tag: @DarthNoxia @dragonsith13

 

[dragonsith13]

Draconis
Cantina

Lady Noxia's playful retort regarding the receipt of a gift on behalf of Lord Cruor in the form of crystal shards. A play on Draconis' taunt to Cruor about sealing the deal with a betrothal gem, brought a soft "hmmm" response at the thought of Cruor on his knees and image he kept to himself for the moment. Draconis' head cocked slightly as Lady Noxia's server scurried away after what had no doubt been a terrifying moment of dread for her at the playful hands of Noxia. Both Cruor and Draconis' drew some light amusement from the whole brief encounter, resulting in Cruor seemed to have finally found his words, as he quipped back to Draconis implying that the assassin was jealous, while goading him with the desiring thought of a union. Draconis offered a sly grin as he took a drink from his goblet. "You know my innocence has only ever been yours milord." Draconis implied with a sensual overtone, batting his eyes as if smitten by the Gen'Dai.

Draconis looked over to the Dark Lady, whom had settled into her seat with drink in had. Their server without having been summoned placed another mug of liquid down for the Gen'Dai, while topping off Draconis' goblet. Draconis looked over in the direction of Lady Noxia. "Unless you are expecting company, there is no sense sitting alone my dear Lady." Draconis offered an casual open palm inviting her to join them if she wished.

@Darth Cruor @DarthNoxia

 

[DarthNoxia]

IC: Tribune Noxia
Location: Cantina
The Tribune chuckled at the exchange between the two Dark Lords, continuing to sip her drink wile looking back and forth between them, studying their expressions. a mixture of amusement and provocation. Her gaze drifted back to Draconis as he spoke to her, offering a seat at the table. "I don't often expect company, no. I'd be delighted to join you if it won't offend your innocence, I would not want to confront a grumpy Lord Cruor a second time." The Togruta gave a smirk, then rose from her table to sit with the Dark Lords.

@dragonsith13 @Darth Cruor

 

[Arach]

IC: Darth Arach
Cantina

The assassin glided through the door to the cantina. Keeping her senses and presence close to herself as she sat at a table in the shadows.

Her golden eyes practically glowed from beneath her hood as she caught the attention of a server. “Water, please,” she ordered.

As she waited for her drink, Arach looked around the cantina. It was currently empty, which suited her fine. It gave her peace to reflect and relax her guard some.

 

[dragonsith13]

Draconis
Cantina

'Innocence.' Draconis swirled the wine in his goblet at the thought, offering a smirk at Lady Noxia's quip as she joined them at the table. He followed it up by taking a slow pull from the goblet. Savoring the blood red liquid while subtly hiding the cheeky grin on his face. Draconis looked over at his comrade Cruor whom seemed like he needed yet another blackroot. Just then Draconis felt a presence, one that he had not in long time. His sense were confirmed as through the cantina doors silently strode a gilded assassin of known rapport to him. Settling in the and ordering a drink of her own, Draconis' eyes followed her. Giving her a moment to acclimate herself to the environment.

@Darth Cruor @DarthNoxia @Arach

 

[Arach]

IC: Darth Arach
Cantina

Sensing eyes upon her, Arach looked up from her drink. She looked across the cantina, smiled slightly and mentally shook her head at herself. She realized just how absorbed in her thoughts she had been not to feel the presence of three powerful Sith Lords. She inclined her head in greeting at Lord Draconis, glad to find friends.

@dragonsith13, @Darth Cruor, @Darth Noxia

 

[Darth Kratos]

IC: Ingh'rayne Bordst

The Devaronian landed his ship nearby the Korriban Cantina, the Drunk Side. "Psh! A bit on-the-nose, don't you think?" he said to noone in particular. This is likely the best place to start, though.

He pulled his long cloak closer around himself and strode in through the doors. They opened too fast from his push and hit the walls with a bang. "Hah!" he laughed heartily. "Don't know my own strength, I suppose."

With a swagger, a big smile that showed his sharp teeth, and his cloak flowing in back of him, he walked up to an empty part of the bar. He slammed his hand down on the bartop and called to the barkeep. "My man! Do you know the drink The Sulfur Skewer?"

 

[Darth Kratos]

Rayne sat back in his booth. He pushed the "tasks" away from him, satisfied with what he had written. He took his drink, a simple dark ale, and took a long quaff of it. Satisfied, though he was, some parts of it required more thought. He was uncharacteristically silent, sitting, staring at the walls. Deep in thought.

 

[corinthia]

IC: Jephego Rose, Pirate Queen
The Drunk Side​

Jephego didn't frequent this neck of the woods often; in fact, this would be the first time in quite a long while that she has made the trip to Korriban to imbibe at the fabled Drunk Side Cantina. It was a watering hole favored by the Sith, and while the Iridonian Zabraki pirate had her fair share of dealings and alliances with the red blade-wielding marauders, she tried her best to avoid getting too tangled up with them. Being as she didn't have any of that fangled Force stuff to protect herself.

Kicking open the door to the cantina, Jephego loudly announced her presence to the room by flinging her arms open wide and hollering with glee: "BRING ME A KARKIN' RUM!"

Jephego, a tall and gangly woman with skin of dark caramel and mischievous eyes of bright amber, wore her favorite greatcoat of deep aubergine, her fingers and neck dripping with glittering gold and aurodium necklaces and rings. Her black hair was parted and braided, baubles of gold and gemstones woven in with the inky strands. She grinned like a jackal, teeth of pearly white and some of gold glinting in the cantina's lighting; the piercings adorning her tattooed face glimmering, too. She walked with clear bravado, her cockiness evident in the tilt of her chin and swagger of her shoulders.

She sauntered to the bar, and slapped a credit chit down. "Koja-rum," she purred at the barkeep.

Glancing sideways, she eyed the quieted Devaronian. "What's got you down, my man?"

TAG @Darth Kratos


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[Dark Lady Makaria]

IC: Na'hir Sanghera
The Drunk Side

Na'hir walked into the cantina sulking a little inside. She had wanted to make a grand entrance, but it was spoiled by being on the heels of someone else. Someone with style, though. Na'hir could hold petty grudges and nurse slights like a pro, but it was forgiven in someone who seemed to be exactly her speed. Na'hir herself had paired her meticulously styled blowout with a two-piece with silver and white stripes, in alternating patterns that were a little unsettling to watch for too long. Or hypnotizing. It worked very well in the club down the street. Though it was cold enough outside to merit her bright red cropped leather jacket. It wasn't exactly warming, but it was very fetching, which was the important part.

"That'll be a lum for me," Na'hir ordered, throwing her cred stick on the bar. It wasn't her usual drink, but she was still a little buzzy from... whatever she'd had at the club. It had been fun, and that was enough for her. No need to overdo it though, had to be in shape for tomorrow. Sort of. She had to wake up tomorrow morning, at least.

She leaned back, teetering in her sky-high heels a bit before she rebalanced. The interesting woman was talking to a... Devaronian it seemed. "Come to have a lonely sulk, have you?" she asked, looking him up and down. She ignored him for her drink, leaving a perfect imprint of her lipstick, the same shade as her jacket.

"And what about you?" Na'hir had deliberately stood a little apart, so as not to be too obvious. "You have a good run today?"

 

[Darth Kratos]

Rayne saw the two women come in. They did what he'd done... better. He was duly impressed. Each had asked him about his pensive mood in quick succession. He started to answer, gesturing at the holocron on the table "I just took a..." Then he thought better of it. This was a Sith planet. Though, he didn't know how much he could reveal to these two. He took the holocron and stuffed it in the pocket of his coat. His expression changed to his most dashing smile. "... took a second to realize such lovely ladies had entered."

He stood up and gestured to the other side of the booth. "Ladies, please, join me. It will be the highlight of my day!"

Tags: @corinthia @Keres Dymos

OOC: Being married 20 years IRL, it's been a long time since I flirted. Pardon me if I suck at it.

 

[corinthia]

IC: Jephego Rose ​

Jephego snatched up her koja-rum as soon as it hit the bartop, its ice chunk rattling loudly in the glass. She took a gulp, sucking her teeth as the liquor seared its way down her throat. Delicious. She flashed a catty grin at Na'hir, giving a wink and a knowing look as if to say, let's toy with this space ape. Leaning a hip against the bar, she turned to the Devaronian, offering him a bejeweled hand. Her nails bore chipped black polish, and the many bangles on her wrists jingled-- he might have even noticed that between each knuckle on both hands were golden barbell piercings. The sheer amount of ornamentation dripping from the woman was perhaps overwhelming; but Jephego was a woman of vainglory and opulence. Subtlety wasn't her style.

"Please," she purred, "introduce yourself to this lovely lady."

@Keres Dymos, @Darth Kratos​

 

[Darth Kratos]

IC: Ingh'rayne Bordst

The goal had been to deflect attention to the test he'd been taking. That had been a success. Now, he just had to deal with the aftermath of that deception. He leaned down and kissed her hand. "Call me Rayne. Smuggler extraordinaire." He looked back and forth to the women. From the look of things, I'd surmise that you're in a similar area of work. Our friend here... seems more like she'd be looking for a club than a bar." He examined her eyes a bit. "And she might have gotten some bad spice."

He motioned for both of his guests to sit down. "And your name? Or do I continue to call you 'Lady' all night long?" He added emphasis to Lady to indicate how utterly ridiculous that would be.

Tags: @corinthia @Keres Dymos

 

[Grievance Vexx]

IC- Grievance Vexx
The Drunk Side - Ceiling Area

The rafters creak softly under the durasteel weight of the Krigsbefallaf who tends to navigate the social scene from there. His yellow eyes gleam in the shadows, his appearance made even more eerie by the runes on his faceplate glowing crimson between those eyes. He says nothing, merely observing from his comfort zone in obscurity.

He takes note of the “smuggler extraordinaire” doing a better job than he would at flirting, which is not his forte. The only thing Grievance Vexx flirts with is death and he will just as soon keep it that way. It is perfectly fitting for a member of House Cruor anyhow.

 

[Darth Kratos]

IC: Ingh'rayne Bordst

A sense troubled him. He was being watched. Not just a glance, either. He'd learned to trust this sense. More than once he'd sussed out some security guards approaching his crew. It allowed him to get out of more than one brush with the law.

Trouble was it usually gave him some indication of a direction. He looked across the cantina. He saw people. None of them looking at him. It was definitely there, though. It seemed to be... up? His gaze tracked up. "GAAHH! What the kriff?"

Tags: @corinthia @Keres Dymos, @Grievance Vexx