having a drink

[Blake Hawke]

Blake walked into the B&G and went to a table in a secluded corner. Her hair, usually free of any design, was pulled back into a loose braid and she wore dark glasses. Sighing, she took off her jacket and ordered a drink. The bar wasn't as full as usual but at one thing remained the same- she was alone.

[Crono katon]

crono walks into the bar looking for some one to talk to and get a drink. He makes his way up to the bar tender and orders a drink saying to his self "one thing done" then he looks around bar for some one to talk to. As he looks around the bar he see a women off by her self. He walks over to her and put out his hand "hi my name is Crono Katon".

[Blake Hawke]

Blake took the mans hand and shook it. "I'm...Emily. Pleased to meet you. Would you like to sit down?"

[Crono katon]

"please to meet you to"
sets down
"you want a drink or some thing?"

[Blake Hawke]

"I've already ordered, thank-you. So what brings yu here tonight? Business or pleasure?"

[Crono katon]

"nether just boredom, had nothing better to do so I figured I would come here. What about you?"

[Blake Hawke]

"emily" laughed. "Well my friend, I suppose for the same reason. To relax. Think."

[Crono katon]

"yep relaxing is nice."

[Blake Hawke]

"when you get the chance, it is. I havn't been fully relaxed for years. And I don't expect to either."

[Crono katon]

"that would have to suck....I'm relaxed most of the time.You no what I think I heard not relaxing takes some amount of years off your life but I dont belive it"

[Blake Hawke]

"Yes, well they also say dealing with hutts can take years off your life but if I believed that I'd be dead." Blake said as her drink came. She removed her shades and set them on the table.

[Avolon Bisel]

Avolon had adequate hearing. The words he couldn't hear, Max interpreted.

"Well Max, maybe she needs a drink."

Max whistled a catcall.

"Yeah, she's alright. It seems your sweet on her though." Avolon said with a laugh.

Max jabbed Avolon with an electric prod.

"You little -- Get a scotch bottle and two glasses. I need to relax too." He said with a crooked smile. Relaxing wasn't on his mind.

The Astromech asked something in beeps.

"I don't know, some guy, never seen him before. Who cares? I come baring gifts of liquor. What's he got?"

The little dome twittled the obvious insult.

"Remind me to recycle you." The man said sneering with a half smile.

The Astromech had the drinks and glass on the tray, only one glass.

"Little punk."

Avolon grabbed his own glass and put it on the tray.

"Let's go to work, dome head."

The duo made their way over to the table. Avolon took away one of the glasses on the table and hid it in a compartment embeded in Max. When they got to her table Avolon put on his most innocent smile.

"Good evening maddam, would you care for a drink. On the house of course." He would try the nice guy routine.

OOC - I made my post while you were making your's Blake. It doesn't fit perfectly, but it could work. Imagine that I'm bringing your ordered drink.

[Crono katon]

Crono sets back to watch the waiter try in pick up emily

[Blake Hawke]

Blake's eyes drifted up to the mans face. She eyed him for a moment and then she smiled faintly. "Well who could refuse an offer like that?" she replied, not necessarily referring to the drink.

[Crono katon]

"hey waiter will you refill this drink please?"

[Avolon Bisel]

"Not many people." Avolon said coyly.

Bisel looked at Crono for a second. He felt like slapping him silly, but he withdrew. Avolon pulled both the glass and bottle off the tray. He placed them on the table.

"Max, chop chop."

The Astromech grunted as he rolled away to get the drink.

"Mind if I join you?" Avolon asked Blake, ignoring Crono, the competition.

[Blake Hawke]

"Well honestly, I don't think whether I mind or not would stop you from sitting down. But to answer, no I don't." Blake said with a teasing grin.

[Crono katon]

"so waiter guy whats your name anyways?"

[Avolon Bisel]

"You know me too much, baby. Scary." He said flirting.

Avolon pulled up a chair and turned it so he could sit facing it's back. He sat down.

"Max!!"

The Astromech was getting Crono's glass but heard his name. He threw out the glass from his concealed compartment. It flew across the room. Avolon caught it without looking, he layed it on the table.

"So, what's your name?" Avolon asked, twisting open the scotch. "Mine's Avolon Bisel."

He told Blake, still ignoring Crono. Although it still answered his question.

[Crono katon]

"Is this were I say I need to leave and walk out?"
laughs as he says it

[Blake Hawke]

"You can call me Emily...for now." Blake said, her eyes filled with mischief. "And you?"

[Avolon Bisel]

"Avolon Bisel. So what's your story?"

Avolon turned to Crono. He tried to be polite.

"If you want." He smiled.

OOC - I edited my post above to include it since Crono asked, and I was writing while he posted. But I figured I'd repeat it since I'm sure the same mishap occured with you. Me editing while you wrote.

[Crono katon]

looks back and reply in kind of a rude but nice voice "Waiter I think I'm hunger will you go get me a sandwich?"<img src=http://www.ezboard.com/image/emoticons_classic/smile.gif ALT=":)">

[Blake Hawke]

"Ahhhh, my story. Well, it's long, boring and of no importance. I try to forget it...what about you?" She asked, reaching behind to undo her hair. Blake felt more comfortable when her hair was loose.

[Avolon Bisel]

Avolon could roll with the punches.

"Actually pal, I'm a bartender. That little Astromech is the waiter."

Max had just delivered Crono's drink.

"So, ask him." Avolon replied.

He turned his attention back to.... Emily .

"Used to be with the Rebels. I became a Bounty Hunter after the war was won. Now I'm honest again, and with the New Republic Special Forces. I'm Chief of Security here as well as the bartender. Boring usually. So, how about you bore me with your story?"

OOC - Edited to include Blake's post.

[Crono katon]

sets back and closes his eyes waiting for a good time to say hes leaving.

[Crono katon]

will you two talking is all good and fun but Im leaving see ya

[Blake Hawke]

Blake shrugged. "Not much to it. Married young, he died, I left the planet and inherited daddy's money and now I work in a sales company."

[Avolon Bisel]

"Sales?"

Avolon hoped it was anything other than clothing. He knew nothing about clothing.

"What exactly do you sale?"

[Blake Hawke]

"Well that all depends on the customer."

[Avolon Bisel]

"Well, let's say the customer was me. What would you sell little ol' me?" Avolon said with a smile.

His Astromech rolled his eyeports.

[Blake Hawke]

Blake arched an eyebrow. "Well that's not my division. I'm afraid all I'd have to offer is me."

[Avolon Bisel]

Dang, that was an odd reply. If Avolon knew how to read signals, he'd be all over her. Bad thing was Avolon was as confused as ever.

Avolon started pouring the contents of the scotch bottle into the two glass. He raised them.

"What should we toast to?"

[Blake Hawke]

Blake smiled. "I've never been to good with these. How about luck?"

[Avolon Bisel]

"Nope. I have too much of that. How about a fruitful existance. Atleast that way everyone's happy." He proposed with a smile.

[Blake Hawke]

Blake raised her glass. "I'll drink to that." she tuched he tip of her glass to Avolons and took a sip. "So rell me, how is it that you can have too much luck?"

[Avolon Bisel]

"I like challenges. If I'm not in a bind, then something ain't right."

Avolon smiled as he took down half his glass.

"How's the lady been treating you?" He was of course refering to, lady luck.

He refilled his glass to full as he waited for a response.

[Blake Hawke]

"Well we aren't friends, that's for sure. I prefer to make my own luck." she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. Blake studied him and then smiled to herself.

[Avolon Bisel]

Avolon finished his drink and was refilling again. He was someone that could hold his liqour, that was for sure.

"So, what's on your mind?" He asked, noticing she was smiling.

[Blake Hawke]

Blake laughed and then let out a sigh. "A hundred things. But perhaps you'll find out later."

[Avolon Bisel]

Avolon chuckled while widening his eyes.

"Yikes, you're a fiesty one!" He delivered this sentiment as he devoured another glass. 'Okay... okay... I'll tell you what's on my mind...."

The air stiffens as Avolon begins to speak. He was an extremely rude and borish man, never did he stop to think of the reprecusions of his actions. He always said what he felt, and the one he spoke to always felt... violated.

"Guns." Every now and then his mind was not laden with filth. "Firing them mainly. How about you?"

Pause as Blake tries to think what in hades to reply with. The question wasn't clear. Avolon waits as he pours his own drink again. As he raises it to his lips he pauses and brings it back down.

"Well? Have you ever fired one?"

[Blake Hawke]

She had to answer without answering. "I've fired a few. It's inevitable at work. But I prefer to use other means if the situation arises." Blake answered, taking another sip from the glass.

[Avolon Bisel]

Avolon twisted his face.

"Didn't you say you were in sales? What in the world does a lady like you need a gun for in sales?"

[Blake Hawke]

Blake smiled. "You meet all sorts of people. Trust me, you don't want to know."