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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 11:17:45 GMT -8
The afterparty starts here. The bar is stocked with nearly every sort of beer, wine, liquor, or even nonalcoholic drink imaginable. Drinking it dry would take an act of gods, plural. The bar has several comfortable stools around it, enough to host a sizable crowd. It sits on the south wall of the Ballroom.
The Ballroom is more or less what you'd expect. Large dance floor, comfortable seats along the walls, dim lighting, live band, the works.
Occupies the southwest corner of the events center.
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Feb 23, 2014 8:52:15 GMT -8
With the awards ceremony finally over Adrien made his way to the ballroom for the after party. It seemed he was the first to arrive so he made his way to the bar and ordered a Dorian Quill on the rocks then waited patiently for others to arrive, enjoying the silence and sipping on his drink as he waited.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 9:31:29 GMT -8
It wasn't long before Adrien was joined by Eralam. It had been a long night, and the relative silence was relaxing. The band getting set up made a bit of racket, but it was a positive oasis of peace at the bar. The former Shard ordered a water and ibuprofen.
"Well, that was fun."
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Feb 23, 2014 10:11:40 GMT -8
Adrien turned his head with an amused grin toward the Robot Space Ninja and nodded in agreement saying, "It certainly was," before turning back to watch the band get set up and sip his drink, He had heard Eralam ask for ibuprofen and it had him wondering, "So does that stuff actually work for you?" He said with a quizzical tone and expression to match as he glanced briefly at the robot with a gesture toward the pills.
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Post by Corr on Feb 23, 2014 10:18:19 GMT -8
The relative silence was punctuated by the arrival of Corr, not a man to endorse the use of tiptoes. He clanged, slammed, grunted and boomed into the bar area with all the style and grace of a pissed Gundark, making no effort to give a shit about his surroundings. The charred stink of death and war permeated the air around him, somehow all the myriad smells making a vaguely appealing, manly musk. His visor glowed a sickly green and was still shrouded by the cigar smoke that seemed to belch excessively from the brown stub stuck between his teeth. Like in the previous room the lower portion of his helmet was retracted to leave the chin and mouth free while the rest of the mask twisted and squirmed as if itself alive. Perhaps it was...
He reached the bar and moved right to the very end, far right, before stopping there and inclining his head to Eralam, then to Draykon. He was in time to hear Eralams remark and snorted with amusement at the others tone.
"On Taris you can pay a guy to pull your toenails out one by one..."
Basic sounded odd coming from Corr's mouth. As if he was chewing the words out and had utter disdain for the way they sounded. He gestured to a bardroid, expecting the machine to know exactly what he wanted to drink despite him giving it no instructions. The droid somehow nodded knowingly and hurried off to get the mystical request.
"Here I got the pain for free."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 10:26:51 GMT -8
"Corr, nice to see you animated again."
Eralam turned back to Adrien with a dry grin.
"Sin made me wear my meat suit tonight. Said the pinch points on the robot would shred her dress."
The former Shard downed the pills and the water, surveying the controlled chaos of the band getting set up. Apparently, the best way to kick these things off was with a waltz or some shit like that, then break out the DJ when folks were feeling drunk and slutty.
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Post by Corr on Feb 23, 2014 10:34:16 GMT -8
Corr grunted noncommittally at Eralams remark and turned his attention to the bardroid who was returning with all four arms loaded with drinks. Two jugs of netra'gal and two large glasses of Tihaar. Fair play to the machine. Must have run through some kind of algorithm basing its answer on size, apparel, culture and a load of other details to come to a viable conclusion as to what to serve. In fact, that's exactly what it did but I was trying to cling on to a bit of mystery.
Right hand removing the cigar from his mouth, left hand seizing the closest glass of Tihaar, Corr raised the glass and nodded to the other two, lips twitching as he made the toast.
"To us. Three seasoned veterans, tired and weary of the hunt."
He tried not to make it sound like an eulogy... >_>
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 10:51:48 GMT -8
"Cheers."
Oddly eloquent, but oddly appropriate. A glass of moonshine magically appeared in front of him, and he drank deeply.
"It's been an interesting year."
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Post by Corr on Feb 23, 2014 11:00:48 GMT -8
Corr drained his glass and slammed it on the table so hard it shattered under his mighty mailed fist. After a slight pause he burst out a bark of laughter before taking a long pull on his sulfurous cigar.
"That's one way of putting it, ner tat..."
His left hand sought out and found one of the jugs of black ale. It looked like a mere pint in his huge hand as he seized it by the handle. He raised it up in tandem with removing the cigar again, letting it hover near his lips...
"Been a bloody debacle to my eyes."
He growled softly the words, very quietly, before drinking deeply from the jug. It was unclear whether a belch or a sigh, or perhaps a bit of both, followed.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 11:12:00 GMT -8
"I can get that, from your point of view. Interesting will suffice for me."
People were starting to arrive. Pretty soon, Eralam would have to kick this party off in earnest. Until then, it was time to drink.
"How's being the ugliest motherfucker in any given room treating you these days?"
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Post by Corr on Feb 23, 2014 11:17:34 GMT -8
"Much the same as always..."
He set the jug on the table and down the other Tihaar, gesturing to his and Eralams glasses, encouraging the droid to be about the refills.
"I always have plenty of room to move..."
He arched an eyebrow at Eralams form, his visor twisting up to accommodate the expression.
"Hows wearing flesh suiting you?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 11:24:53 GMT -8
The droid refilled the glasses without incident. This was its job. It had been built solely for this night. It was a master of engineering and programming, but the brightest flames always burn out soonest. The strain of running everything perfectly meant that it had a half-life to failure rating of only 18 hours. It would be interred in the bar that had been its home at the conclusion of the festivities.
"Not too bad. Getting a crash course on the finer points of being human. Between you and me, I think you're all nuts to spend your whole lives like this. Sin's been a great help here lately, but there's only so much any one person can explain."
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Post by Corr on Feb 23, 2014 11:31:56 GMT -8
The Mandalorians smirk was positively disgusting.
"Perhaps you could get her to explain some of the finer points with actions instead of words..."
He lifted a refilled glass of Tihaar and drained it, maintaining the fast pace he had set from the outset. The cigar went back in the mouth, barely a stub now, and the free hand once again seized an ale. (This won't be explained again and you can just assume that Corr does this at least once a post unless stated other wise).
"She still has a fine body and I'm sure you'd find partaking of the finer points of biology..."
He smiled again as he threw Eralams word back at him.
"Interesting."
He flashed wink at Ade as he finished off the half drunk ale.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 11:39:58 GMT -8
Already flushed with drink, Eralam turned a truly spectacular shade of red.
"No comment."
If one looked carefully, one might notice a bit of steam venting from the former Shard's ears.
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Post by Corr on Feb 23, 2014 11:52:13 GMT -8
The big Mando's amusement was apparent, his visor enabling him to see the temperature rise in his old opponent and colleague. With a rumbling chuckle he turned slightly in his seat so as to observe the entrance while he got down to some serious drinking...
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Feb 23, 2014 12:25:40 GMT -8
Adrien listened with amusement at the two bantering back and fourth after the toast, it reminded him of conversations with his brother and that it was something he missed greatly. And though he remained silent through most of their catching up, Corr said something that he couldn't possibly resist commenting on. "She still has a fine body and I'm sure you'd find partaking of the finer points of biology..."
He smiled again as he threw Eralams word back at him.
"Interesting."
He flashed wink at Ade as he finished off the half drunk ale. Adrien audibly laughed at the comment, "I'll drink to that." He said as he lifted his glass and finished his drink then signaled the barkeep for another. "Speaking of, where are the women? It's starting to feel like a real sausage fest in here." He said with another laugh. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 12:34:04 GMT -8
"Drinkin' to the fact doesn't do it justice friend, I promise," said the Shard, his blush somehow deepening. "I will admit that being human has its advantages."
The lack of female presence had not gone unnoticed by Eralam.
"I expect the ladies will start trickling in once night falls in the real world for their writers."
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Post by Corr on Feb 23, 2014 12:54:10 GMT -8
A heavy sigh escaped Corr as he pulled three fresh cigars from somewhere upon his person, nonchalantly tossing two of them down the bar before inserting one between his teeth.
"Alas... He spoke around the cigar as he raised his right fist. my female is unlikely to put in an appearance here again."
The pillar of flame lit the cigar, charring the helm as it did so. Corr ignored the burning pain visited upon his chin and mouth, merely puffing away to make sure he had sufficiently attained ignition. Letting the flamethrower die he then pointed it down the bar and offered Ade and Eralam a questioning look, offering them the same hazardous light...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 13:02:24 GMT -8
Eralam still had nightmares about his last encounter with Corr's "lighter." He pulled out a knife the size of a small child, cut a precise X into the tip as opposed to clipping it (gets less tobacco in your teeth if you chew on the end) and lit if with a match from a box on the bar.
It was probably the harshest cigar he had ever tried to smoke, but that didn't make it the worst, or even bad. The air over the bar quickly took on a blueish tinge, despite the best efforts of the ventilation system.
"Cheer up. It could be a lot worse, and the party's just getting started."
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Feb 23, 2014 13:16:14 GMT -8
"Fancy seeing you magnificent sons of whores here..." Came a jovial voice from behind Adrien, Corr, and Era.
Jud sauntered in, and it was completely evident that he was drunk. The empty bottle that was precariously dangling at the tips of his frail skeletal fingers telling a tale of a man and his love for liquor. "Oh, no hellos?" The Venerable Sith shrugged, the exaggeration in his shoulders almost making the cloaked figure stumble backwards.
With a little wobbling and some forward momentum, Jud managed to belly up to the bar, taking a much needed seat on the stool before him. The bottle he had been drinking from was placed on the bar-top, and swiveled into place for the bartender to see. "Another bottle... If you please, barkeep." The Sith managed, as he sing songingly twiddled his fingers back and forth to an unheard tune.
The bartender gave Jud one look, shrugged, and took the empty bottle off the bar, and in a short time had replaced it with a duplicate bottle of Thallrika.
"Ah..." Jud sighed, bringing the bottle up to his hooded face for a sloppy kiss. "Did ya miss me baby? Ha!" Jud finished with a hoot, before uncorking the bottle and drinking deeply of it's goodness, before turning to his compatriots.
"But seriously guys... How's it hangin' ?"
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