Bartender, I need a drink...

[Ryla Relvinian]

...I say as I walk up to the bar. "Surprise me..."

[Morgan Evanar]

"Boo."
Morgan grinned wide, suddenly appearing six inches away, his head level with hers.

[Danya Sedirna]

Danya pulls a bottle of Killian's Ithorian Red from under the counter, popping the cap off with her opener, and setting it down for the lady.

"Three credits."

[Ryla Relvinian]

"reason number 432.8 not to ask a Jedi to surprise you..." I say, laying three credits on the bar. "What's going on, bud?"

[Danya Sedirna]

Danya slides the chits into the register, returning to her restocking.

[Morgan Evanar]

Morgan straightend to his two meter height and shrugged.

"Nothing much, I suppose. But where did you dissapear off to?"

[Ryla Relvinian]

"I fell of the face of the earth. I had to go and tie up a few... loose ends." I take a sip of my drink and gesture towards a booth off to the side. "Care to join me?"

[Morgan Evanar]

"Certainly."
Morgan slid into the booth across from Ryla.

"Hope those loose ends werent' too much trouble."

[Ryla Relvinian]

"Interesting, yes. Trouble... I still don't know. At any rate, how are things around here? How are your padawans?"