Haven't dropped by in a while...

[Alpha]

...Satine thinks. Well, not counting Tirsa...

He walks to the bar, after making sure his sabre was in his inside pocket of his sleeveless trenchcoat. "Get me a hot cup of klah, please." He says, turning to look around at all the passerbys.

[Dasquian Belargic]

Entering the bar and grill, Dasquian squints and looks around for a familiar face. Seeing Alpha, he approaches the Knight and bows somewhat.

"Good afternoon, Satine."

[Alpha]

"Ah. Hello Dasquian. How are ya?" Satine smiles, and gives a small bow of his own to his fellow Jedi.

[Dasquian Belargic]

"Fairly well, yes," he says, glancing about the bar still.

"I trust you are well also?"

[Alpha]

"Oh, I'm doing fairly well. Can I get ya a drink?"

[Dasquian Belargic]

He gave a nod and leant back against the bar, folding his arms over his chest.

"Just a water will do, thanks, Satine."

Dasquian smiled.

"...Actually no, I'll have whatever you're having."

[Alpha]

"Ok." Turningt o the bartender, Satine requests two cups of klah, and a pictcher of it for refills. In a minute the cups come in, the amber liquid steaming. Handing Dasquian his cup, Satine takes a sip of the cinammon tasting liquid, smiling slightly.