Solar Star Casino & Bar

[Lady Kota]

A woman entered the casino, her dress was a sparkling orange color, her hair done with the silver matching the black. She had a distinguished look about her, but she was unaccompanied. Slowly she walked to take a seat at a gaming table. This was Lady Kota and she rarely went to casinos much less dressed up. Why she was her was anyone's guess.

Quietly she ordered a drink as she began to play the game in front of her. Her eyes though looked around, she was always mindful of her surroundings. Even more so, she had no armor on her which for her was very different, but her weapons however remained hidden on her though. She tossed the dice when it was her turn, lossing or gaining credits wasn't an issue.

[Zechs Merquise]

Someone caught Zechs’s eye. If only it was someone he knew he’d enjoy spending some time with. This was something worse. It wasn’t as bad as spending a day off in a doctor’s office or in one of those transparent “everyone can see everything” bacta tanks, but it was close. It was close, because Zechs couldn’t put the man’s face to a name, place, or body. It pestered his ears like a plague of nerfs being herded past his bedroom window.

There was only one way to solve the problem, even if it left a bent in his skull. He’d have to do the unthinkable. He’d have to say “Hello.”

Zechs paid his bar bill for what it was worth. He pushed off the luxurious stool and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. Apparently, the blue stuff had hit him harder than he had expected and faster than it should have for someone of his mileage. It gave his stride through the crowd an informality of a man who had never marched in uniform beats. His destination just went the wrong way.

Around he went the long way round. He wove through the plentiful tables and the various life forms that had the same idea to come here as him. Some, what Zechs could only describe as a hairy gungan, nudged him off his inward spiral. A few seemed more interested in their coaster than their company. But it wasn’t the crowd he should have been paying attention to. The blue was doing more than just-

A sudden wall smacked him. It dared him to just get it over with. Stunned and still shamelessly searching for a name or anything, Zechs just did it. He walked up sideways through the crowd and the occasional need to take hold of something firm and hopefully not alive to the mystery man who had begun to chat it up with a lady.

Awkwardness commenced.

“Hey! Is it you?” He looked at the lady then back at the man. “I thought you were gay.”

[Jade Rancorfang]

Jade blinked. Something weird just happened, even if she couldn't quite put her finger on it. It was like something that gently brushed against her, but not really. Confusion momentarily showed up in her face while a headache started to brew in the back of her mind. Something told her that this would really be a long night, and no amount of booze would be enough to change it. There was some merit on trying, though.
She wiped the turmoil from her face, an easy going smile quickly substituting it. Seeing how her handshake would go unresponded, she moved her blade to her right hand, the spark mover across her fingers ever so swiftly.

-Wow, rude. You're suposed to be a bit more polite when approached by a lady, sir. Back to the topic at hand, I was actually looking for someone to play cards with, you up for it?

She observed the apparent fumbling idiot that just approached the table, amusement clearly written in her face. Glancing at the old man and rising an eyebrow, she said:

-Is that a friend of yours? You certainly keep the most lovely of companies.-She took a sip from her glass and took out a deck of cards from her pocket- Anyway, looks like we have a game!

[Salem Norongachi]

There was irony and then there was a man with flowing blonde hair, with almost drawn feminine features, asking if you were gay. Sal said nothing for a few heartbeats, his mind reeling from the bizarre events unfolding around him and then he burst out laughing. A sharp bark first and then it fell in peals before ending as his first pounded the tabletop.

"Over 10 years since I've seen Zechs Merquise," he spoke, half addressing Jade as she extracted a deck of cards. "And that's his opener." he shook his head and nodded to a spare seat at the table. "Looking a bit worse for wear, Prex," Norongachi smiled, "Whats your poison and this interloper accosted a seat and invited us for a game. Up for it or do you need a moment to uncross your eyes?"

It only occurred to him, after all that, and judging by the utterly vacant expression on Zechs face that there was an obvious question he forgot to ask. "Do you even know who I am?"

"Deal us in and don't talk about rude when you throw 'old' around so liberally." he spoke to Jade.

[Zechs Merquise]

Zechs tried to push Sal over a little, but ending up just sliding down to the edge of the booth with one arm ending up around his old buddy. “I’ve ‘died’ three times. Or was it four? You tend to loose count after...” He gave his past a good look by turning his head down the path he had come, bounced off the wall, and ended up back at the bar.

He smacked his lips as the blue whatever it was called began to tease the back of this throat. He looked back towards Sal as he swallowed hard. “What I’m saying is. After you’ve died a few times, everybody becomes a ‘you’ or some other... Thingy.” He slapped the table. “But I never forget a…” He waved at Sal’s face. “Sally-boy.”

It took him through that rambling to realize what he had heard the lady say. It was one of those things he liked hearing, when it didn’t involve fire and fury. “Did you say game? I like games. Got my lucky you right here.” Zechs began to slowly pet Sal on top of his head.

[Lady Kota]

The dice game grew boring after a time, she saw a table where she thought she recognized one of the men. Slowly she made her way to the table to get a better look. "Captain Zechs Merquise?" She asked. Kota wasn't sure if it was Zechs it had been years or decades since she had seen him. "Do you mind if I join you?" She asked. She wasn't going to be rude and just sit unless invited.

She did take notice of the woman and the other man, she didn't know either. "Apologies I am Lady Kota." She said politely to each of them. How rude or civil they decided to be was up to them. Either way it was good to see an old slightly familiar face when not troubled by anything else.

[Jade Rancorfang]

Jade grinned and took another sip from her glass. The buzzing in the room keep intensifying, although it was a quiet spot. She frowned internally, that didn't make any sense. Whatever, she thought, the show must go on. Playfully, she launched her trusty holoprojector into the air. As soon as it touched the table, it displayed the hand and sabacc pot, along with a list of possible house rules.

-So, Random Sabacc, we open with 4 cards but can ask for a fifth. You can fold out, but let's not be too boring, eh?- she moved through the menus with ease, clearly used to the device.

When Kota approached, the dathomiri dropped four cards in her direction while finishing to set up the game for the others. Checking out the newcomer, Jade noted how she wasn't used to move around in a dress. Maybe she wore armor a lot? Anywho, not the usual rich casino client, and that was enough to join her game.

-You're very welcome, m'lady. Take a seat. These are Old Mc. Grumpy and Mr. Drunk Prettyboy, and they're both willing and capable of making the night worthwile for a couple of ladies in need of some creds. Or so I'm told.

[Jade Rancorfang]

OOC: You may want to check the rules of the game here. I do hope I can actually RP a game with someone.

[Kyramur Null]

"How much are we playing for?"

Kyr had, in the name of keeping under cover, indicated to his friend that they should join the game and continue their discussion later. That, and he always enjoyed Sabacc-it was the intellectual challenge of combat without the risk of bodily harm.

His eyes had narrowed when he recognized Jade Rancorfang-their last encounter had ended somewhat...confrontationally, but wounds healed fast, and he was willing to forgive and forget if she was...or forgive, anyway.

Idly, he wondered if this was another in his seemingly unending series of strange occurances, the little random shots fate kept throwing his way.

He supposed he'd find out soon.

[Salem Norongachi]

Norongachi closed his eyes, rubbed the bridge of his nose and thought some calming words as yet another pleb appeared. Where did they all come from? Especially this new one, he seemed to appear from no where in the space between blinks and why were they drawn to him. He looked at the now woefully inadequate whiskey in his glass and near telekinetically dragged the waitress over with his frantic insistence that she attend him immediately to rectify the situation.

"I need the strongest drink you have, two bottles and as many shot glasses as you can carry. If you get back here before I finish this," he indicated the amber liquid in his glass. "I'll stick 20k creds into your account." he wasn't kidding, she could see he wasn't kidding and he could see her body tense like a sprinter on the starting line. In a flash she was charging away from the table, all grace forgotten as patrons and other serving staff were shouldered, elbowed and bowled out of her path.

Sal set the edge of the glass against his lips and tipped it upwards, the whiskey hit his tongue and scorched down his throat. Five seconds, one gulp, six seconds, two...

The last slipped past his gullet as the table and its contents were nearly slammed through the transparasteel and into the lake beyond. The waitress stood heaving lungfuls of air, her hair wild and face red from exertion. She slammed the tray down infront of himself and Zechs.

"Acc..ount...num..be..r" she wheezed shoving a dataslate in his face, which he took, tapped into his own datapad and the transaction was complete. "I...bloody...quit.." was all she muttered while departing.

Norongachi barely looked at them, nor did he acknowledge the stroking of his hair by his former, and formerly respected, Commander-in-Chief. He simply laid out the glasses methodically and then ran the bottle over them, not caring if they overflowed with the sparking, zinging liquid that was more akin to jello in consistency than liquid. Then he took a breath, closed his eyes and like a man on a mission threw them back, one after another. Twenty shots in all met their end, so fast that his tongue barely had time to taste before the liquid fired down his throat to do its work numbing him to his situation.

He opened his eyes and was pleased to see that he could barely see. The 3-dimensional had become very fluid in its consistency and swam and shimmered before his unfocused gaze. The former Prex, being petted by the former Prex, of the Corporate Sector took a moment to congratulate himself on the fine execution of Operation: Drinkypoo and then with far less dexterity and more mumbling of half remembered songs applied himself to pouring out more of the nuclear swill.

"Show me the way tae go home..." he slurred to himself, one eye closed and the other trying to guide the bottle over each small glass. "I'm tired an a wantea go tae bed..." he totally missed the fifth in the row and the table became an alcoholic lake with waterfall feature over its far edge. "I had a wee drink aboot thurty secands ago an its gone straight to my head...." he finished, admired his handywork and re-noted that he was still being petted, and that he wasn't alone.

"Merquieasypeasy, gee it a by, mate...here, here," he held up two shot glasses in front of the booze riddled Zechs. "huv a drink and then...and then..." he burped and shook his head. "tell me who these pricks are again?"