Who do I have to kill to get a drink? (Open)

[Baralai Lotus]

Baralai strolled the strips of some outer planet, it was funny though. He had walked these streets long ago, these same alleyways, with his creation Victor. Harvesting the organs of sinners and whores. Oh. . .how fun those days were. But now, he was a Sith Knight, a Sith Alchemist. He was the only one of his kind. How sad that was. Even worse were the scars he carried on his body from those who had once hated him. It had been a while since Baralai had heard from The Inquisitoriate, but he was glad to have not seen them.

As Baralai contemplated in his mind what he would do should he ever see those people again, suddenly a neon light caught his eye. A bar, how incredible. He stepped inside and looked around at the crowd. Nothing too amazing, just a few people here and there. He tightened his hands around his gloves and stepped forward, his black lab coat swaying slightly. He took a seat at one of the tables as a droid came up and asked for his drink request.

He pointed to the bottle of liquor on the counter and dropped a few hundred credits on the table. He had decided tonight was the night he would drink his soul away. Get rid of the last human part of himself, and what better to do it with than with a bottle of the finest liquor in these parts. The droid brought back the liquor and Baralai poured himself a glass, looking into it. The only thing he could see was the silver Ouroboros on his eyepatch. He slammed the shot back and rolled the glass between two of his fingers.

"What a wonderful evening it is. So beautiful. . .the moon is out, the liquor is cold. . .the only thing left to do is have someone screaming by the end of the night."

Baralai slammed another drink down and wrung the glass tightly between his hand. Tonight was going to be exciting, he could feel it in his blood.

[Morgoth Brimstone]

Soul On Fire

[Lyrics: Glenn Danzig]

Angels fall to earth
World heats down
Cool
Now your heart is cold
Waiting on the summer
Of my soul

Devil-girl you must burn
Burn at the touch
Of autumn’s breath
Burn that heart of cold
Simmering in the samhain
Of my soul

Gotta wait
On the samhain of my soul
Gonna bring your world
Down in fire

Angels fall to earth
World heats down
Oh now you heart is cold
Waiting on the summer
Of my soul

Gotta wait
On the samhain of my soul
Gonna bring your world
Down in fire

Gotta wait
On the samhain of my soul
Gonna bring your world
Down in fire

Come wrap my love in your house of ice
Melt you down more than once or twice
Make you shake till worlds align
See your body tremble with the blood on fire
'Cause the season in my veins
Will end your world
To the season of the flames you must pray and learn
Change all the things that you've ever seen
Change all vision
Kill all endings

Gotta wait
On the samhain of my soul, ooh yea
Gonna bring your world
Down in fire

Gotta wait
On the samhain of my soul, ooh yea
Gonna bring your world
Down in fire

Gotta wait
On the samhain of my soul, ooh yea
Gonna bring your world
Down in fire

Gotta wait
On the samhain of my soul, ooh yea
Gonna bring your world
Down in fire

Sitting in the back corner of the bar, Morg glanced around the room as he lit his drink on fire and, after blowing it out, washed it down. The burning sensation was incredible. He loved it. There was nothing quite like it. The warm, soothing pain of the hot liquor running down his throat and ending in his stomach was a sensation that many missed out on.

Leaning back against the cool Bantha-hide couch and stretching his arms across the top of it, Morg carefully began to calculate the events of the evening. First, he would have another drink, second, he would make his announcement, and last but not least, the party would begin. Morg didn't like to use the term “maniac”, but if fit his persona too well to over look it.

Clearing his throat a bit, he called over a droid.

"If you would be so kind as to bring me another one of these..." he said as he held up his glass and shook it in front of the droids face." I would greatly appreciate it."

Click: You have had too many tonight Sir. I'm afraid I can't do that."

"No...this won't do." Morg said as he shook his head. Slamming his fist down on the table, he went on. "THIS WON'T DO AT ALL!! You're ruining my plans! How am I suppose to throw a good party with no drinks?"

He had drawn quite a bit of attention to himself but he didn’t care. Calming down, he ran his hands through his long blond hair and exhaled rather loudly. It doesn't matter. The party must go on!, he thought to himself as he tightened his visor.

Looking up at the droid he smiled and nodded. "Fine then, go on about your business." Once the droid had cleared Morg's sight, he pulled out a little flask and poured himself a small shot of liquor and set it on fire with the lighter in his hand. "It's all ok. They don't have to drink, but that doesn’t mean I won't!"

[Baralai Lotus]

Baralai watched as the man in the corner got upset and screamed at the droid. How wonderful, it seemed someone else wanted to have fun this evening too. Baralai waited for the droid to come back over.

"Sir, I believe you have had enough to drink. I will be confiscating your alcohol."

Barala waited for the droid to reach out for his alcohol and Baralai pushed himself back so he was laying across the seat and rushed the Force through his legs pushing them against the head of the droid, knocking it clean off. The head flew over the room and Baralai sat up and looked over at the bartender, sending everyone in the bar a quick mental note.

"He tried to take my liquor. I paid for that." He looked back over at the man in the corner and smiled. If he wanted to cause some trouble, then let him. Baralai would be more than happy to deal with any disturbances. He had gotten a few shocked faces, but no screams. He was looking for screams, and now his eyes were set on that man in the corner. By the end of the night, he would have him begging at his feet.

[Alexia Sturkov]

"Try some of this," A calm voiced called from behind Morgoth. Alexia Sturkov walked around the table and sat down across from Morgoth and set down a very large bottle of a deep blue liquid on the table, "My own special brew. It's like a 'tatooine sunburn' only with less kick and far more flavor. The kind of drink you can get pleasantly drunk on and there is no headache or throwing up in the morning. Try some," She said as she pulled the stopper out and produced a shot glass from somewhere around her person. She filled the glass nearly to the brim and then passed it across the table to Morgoth.

Alexia liked a party as much as the next person, perhaps a bit mores so, but she had other motives to her night out. She was dressed in something similar to her usual attire of tight, revealing black leather and blood red cloth. Unlike her normal attire, this outfit was even more revealing, to the extent that most men had to go take a cold shower after she passed by. She had masked her force signature, a skill she had learned from Zereth Lancer, and to the prying eyes of other force users she felt like a normal person.

She turned her head slightly and looked over at Baralai. She smiled and winked at him and then turned back to Morgoth, "People around here call me Jezebel, but you can call me Jez," Every single word was seductive and laced with dark passion.

[Morgoth Brimstone]

"Try some of this..."

A seductive voice rang out as it's source sat down in front of Morgoth. A beautiful woman with an even more beautiful body to boot, but she was a red head. Disgusting! Red heads ruined women. There is just something about red headed women that is a complete turn off. Morgoth found himself thinking as the woman in front of him gave her name and set a bottle of "Tatooine Sunburn" on the table.

"Well Miss Jezebel, you've just redeemed yourself."

He said as he popped open the bottle, poured himself a shot, set it on fire like the ones before it, and then gulped it down. Repeating the process another four more times before he even gave Jez a second glance, Morgoth finally packed away his lighter, for the moment, and brought his attention back onto the woman who sat in front of him, but not before giving Baralai a quick glance. I didn't know I invited a Force user to the Party. Oh well, that'll just make it an even greater bash!

"Now, Miss Jezebel you said, correct? I am a very busy man you see, and I have plenty of things that I must be attending to tonight, so whatever your business is with me, please make it quick for our time is growing short." He said as he looked up at the clock over the bar. "Come, come girl, let’s have it."

[Alexia Sturkov]

"Oh, don't let me stop you from pursuing other things. I'm just here for a drink and conversation. If you would like to be elsewhere then by all means go. I did not sit down here with you for any real reason other then to share a drink together. I can always find someone else to drink with," As she said it she turned her head and winked at Baralai and then turned back to Morgoth, "I was hoping, though, that we might do something fun together..."

[Morgoth Brimstone]

“Fun…” Morgoth said to himself as he poured another shot, set it on fire, and downed it all while he watched Jez wink at the man across the bar for the second time. "If I hadn't had so much to drink tonight then I would say that you know that man or at least have a distinct interest in him, but luckily for you, I have had too much to drink tonight and I'm not saying you know that man or have some kind of distinct interest in him. And what’s this talk of us doing something fun together?"

Although he had drunk enough liquor to keel-over a wild Bantha, Morgoth wasn't as drunk as he appeared. One has to be always on his toes when it comes to explosives. It's an extremely dangerous business, you know? It requires ones utmost attention and for ones mind to be clear and tranquil. But thank God Morgoth had already planted his bombs earlier that day or else he would have had to do this completely sober...ew.

[Baralai Lotus]

Baralai saw the girl wink at him and he stood up, slowly walking over to her and drinking from the bottle of liquor he had. Slowly, he strode up to the both of them and watched the man set his drink on fire and slam it down his throat. He couldn't help but smirk at him.

"Drinking fire. . .what an amusing trick."

He looked at the two of them and place his bottle on the table and then rested lightly on his hands. He winked at the girl and gave the man a sharp glare with his eye. His dark black hair fell into his face as he spoke to them both.

"Good evening. And what brings two such as yourselves to a place like this?"

[Alexia Sturkov]

"Use your imagination," was Alexia's answer. She turned her head and looked up at Baralai, "A drink and company," She said with a smile, "Why don't you join us. I'm Jezebel, and this is my current drinking companion, but I have yet to get his name," Alexia said as she took her bottle back from Morgoth and filled her mouth with the liquid.