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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Cannon011:
11/13/2016 1:00:19 AM
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[b][u][i]-DRINKING WITH DEOMONS-[/i][/u][/b]
Cannon awoke in a cold sweat, bolting up from his bed and drawing his blaster pistol.
It took him several breaths before he realised where he was. He was safe aboard his ship, the Shriek Hawk, landed in a plaza near the Dojo apartment complex, not the Imperial testing facility.
Lowering the blaster he let put a shaky breath, leaning back against the bulkhead.
"Karking nightmares."
Standing, he made his way down to the crago bay, the largest room on the ship, and proceeded to open the doors to get some fresh air.
[i]It's a nice view.[/i]
He thought as he sat down on the ramp. This was the 5th night in a row he'd gone with little sleep, he was running of adrenaline stims and caffeine.
Sighing, he brought out his data pad and checked for messages from home.
Nothing.
He frowned. It had been weeks since he'd heard from the clan. For all he knew they were dead.
Shaking his head, tge Mandalorian stood and exited the ship, locking it behind him. He set off to find a cantina, or whatever passed for that in this strange place.
After a few minutes of walking, he came across what looked like a bar.
Shrugging, he entered. Hopefully he could get a drink, maybe an interesting conversation or two.
[spoiler]Open. This is my first attempt at starting an RP outside of combat. Hopefully I don't embarrass myself.[/spoiler]
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Quincy downs his fourth* "This is going slow."
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Edited by Cannon011: 11/13/2016 4:08:00 AM"Agreed. Switch to bigger shots?" Downs another.
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Dude, it takes two gallons to get me drunk.
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"Really? How the heck do you consume that much without seriously damaging your stomach?" Cannon asks. "I have an idea. You take a quarter gallon for every shot I take of heavy whisky. That should have roughly equal effect, right?"
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Why not? *i pick up a jug*
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Cannon smirks and takes a shot.
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*i down most of the jug* -hic-
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Cannon takes another shot, his head beginning to spin. "Ha ha, this is kinda... Kinda fun."
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*i laugh* Kinda? *i take another swig and laugh some more*
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Cannon takes another. The room is definantly spinning now. "Yeah! Hahahaha! Most fun I've had in days!"
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*Q takes another swig* Oohh boy.. i gotta use the bathroom...
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Laughs harder and drinks, spilling half of it across his face.
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*Q drinks more* I once ate a sandwich bigger den mee.. took shome time to finishh..
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Cannon drinks more and starts to sing in a slured voice. "Pint oh aleeeeeee! Pint oh blood! Buys men without a naaaaaaaaame. We never care who winssss the war So ye can keep yar fame." He's off key. REALLY off key.
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[spoiler]Here we go[/spoiler] [b]The blonde man that had showed you to your room sat at a table, alone drinking a Mug of beer [/b]
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Cannon sits down, gazing at the menu for a moment before sighing. "Well, I guess they don't do Mandalorian imports. Shame. I could really go for some tihaar." Glancing towards Kross he nods. "Su cuy'gar. You're up early."
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"Of course. I know a guy for some Mandalorian supplies if you want. Calls himself Dak'Tak."
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Really? Well, I'd like to meet him. But for now, any drinks you'd suggest? Most of tgese are foreign to me.
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"Heh? That depends. What's the name of this place again? This the lounge of Blades?"
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"Something like that. I only glanced at sign. I was just glad to find a cantina." He glances at Kross' drink. "What's in there? Ale?"
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"Ye. Simple mostly. I don't know where I am. Therefore I drink ale."
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Cannon turns to the bartender and orders a cup of hot water, paying with imperial credits, and sits down across from him. Reaching into a pocket he removes a ppuch of spices and dumps them in the water for flavor. "Well in that case I'll just drink my shig. What are you doing up this early, if you don't mind me asking."
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"How early is it exactly?"
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Cannon checks his chronometer. "0321 hours, local time. Why?
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"Eh. Not that early then. I've lost track of time."
