Stained (open)

[Syrius Cline]

"Thinks alot mate. Big help," he snorted sarcasticly.

His hands were spread in astonishment as he gasped at the stain on his shirt. A big wet one where the drink had landed. A Caamasi was apologising. Syrius knew them, they once lived on Alderaan, after Caamas was ruined, under the protection of Bail Antilles. He tried to keep it under wraps so they could live in peace but Syrius knew lots of things the galaxy tried to keep quiet. He knew the Caamasi were peaceful folk, almost Jedi like in their annoying politeness. So he didn't really provoke anything, knowing it wasn't intentional.

"My deepest apologies. What may I do to right my mistake?"

Syrius sighed. Could he really make a Caamasi pay for his shirt? He'd do it too, he could tell. That wasn't the point though. Some little snivvling Bothan or Rodian, sure, but not a Caamasi.

"Ah forget it mate. Cheap material anyway. Should have thrown it out with the morning trash, you know?"

The Caamasi nodded but truely didn't understand.

"Are you certain?"

"Yeah..." he said with eyes that told him to drop it before he changed his mind.

The Caamasi walked on.

"Hey, bar keep, what gets out... whatever the bloody hell this is?"

[Lilya Goldberry]

Lilya had ventured back into the Bar and Grill to once again try some of their famous cuisine. She smiled and nodded to the guards before brushing past a strange looking alien who was hurrying out.

She pushed back the hood on her long gray cloak, a cascade of blonde ringlets falling loosely down her back. She brushed a few loose strands behind her pointed ears. The bar was packed full of people, of all different races tonight. Lilya glanced around and sighed. No free tables in the corners, which she preferred to sitting out in the open.

She walked softly towards the bar, taking a seat beside a man who was dabbing at his shirt with a napkin. She looked at him for a brief second before turning her eyes away shyly.

"May I have a water, please?"

[Syrius Cline]

"Yeah me too, mate. This things just setting."

Syrius takes a moment, as he relizes he just revealed a "stained shirt" term. Not something very masculine. And wouldn't he know it, there's a pretty girl in front of him.

"I mean, you know, the bugger won't come out. Hey, love, you look the type who knows these sort of things. What gets out..."

He looked at his shirt.

"Purple?" Syrius finished his thought, then turned to the bartender. "What the hell was he drinking? Purple alchohol..."

Syrius' face turned to stone and his eyes wouldn't blink. He bent over and smelt the stain...

"Oh that't great, It's bloody grape juice!"

If he knew anything about clothing, it was grape juice killed it.

[Lilya Goldberry]

She laughed softly and looked over the stain on his shirt.
"Cover it with a paste of cream of tartar and warm water. Let it sit for about an hour, and it should rinse out fine."

Her cheeks flushed and she turned back to the bar, staring hard down at her glass of water. Why did she say that? It wasn't very, what was that word? Cool of her. She could feel her cheeks still burning, but kept focused on the clear liquid in her glass.

[Syrius Cline]

Syrius raised an eyebrow and had to smile.

"You heard the angel."

He told the bartender, keeping his eyes on Lilya.

"Cream of Tartar and some warm water, aye? I'll be Kesseled."

He looked Lilya over as the bartender searched for the supplies. He knew Syrius would tip for that sort of thing, so he was happy to do it.

Syrius was a cop at heart. He knew how to read a person and apparently he had some kind of intuition, from what his Master told him, so he went to accessing this girl. Drinks water, wears gray, has her hair all nice, has pointed ears, shy... Not easy to talk to by any means. He'd take a guess she was an introvert all the way.

"Thanks. I'm Syrius."

[Lilya Goldberry]

"Hmmm?"

She looked over at him sheepishly. She smiled and looked down.

"Your welcome. My name is Lilya. Are you a padawan here?"

She didn't raise her eyes to meet his. She wasn't sure if he even was a member of the Jedi Order, but she didn't know what else to ask.

[Syrius Cline]

"Yeah, though even that rank isn't very honest. I'm more of a bloke who tries and fails. I'm the guy in the training room who you look to and say to yourself 'atleast I don't suck as much as him'."

Syrius smiled and chuckled.

"I'm going to assume you're a Jedi too. I can't see you as a smuggler or the like."

[Lion El' Jonson]

Lion sauntered up to the bar, his white New Republic uniform standing out from the variety of clothes scattered around the bar. He spotted a face he'd seen before, but never had a chance to talk to the guy...oh well, now was as good a chance as any.

He pulled out a bar-stool and waved the bartender over.

"Black Burner, please, and don't skimp on the Namana, okay?"

The woman nodded, and then turned towards the drink cabinet. Lion's hearing picked up:

"Bloody military men, always think we're gonna cheat them..."

The woman returned with his drink, her momentary frown replaced with a smile as fake as a three-credit bill. She slammed the Burner down on the counter with an audible "thud", then shuffled off towards the opposite corner of the bar.

Frowning, Lion took a sip of his drink. The fire from the Namana nector burned all the way down his throat, and he sighed appreciatively...very nice. That concluded, he pointedly nudged his seat towards Syrius, making no effort to disguise his obvious interest in the conversation.

[Syrius Cline]

Syrius raised an eyebrow as he saw something out of the corner of his vision. He swiveled himself on the stool, to face more his way.

"Um..." Syrius looked back to Lilya, then back to Lion. "How's it going over there, mate?"

[Lion El' Jonson]

Lion grinned...the guy had taken his time.

"Ah, good...Syrius, is it? Am I intruding?"

Lion downed the rest of his drink and ordered a new one...It was gonna be expensive, but he could always bill stuff to the Navy if his drinking got out of hand...

[Syrius Cline]

Syrius sighed.

"We were just having the preliminaries to a convo, you know? Learning the other's name, etc. You can still get in on it."

Syrius extended a casual hand.

"You know mine..."

[Lilya Goldberry]

Lilya smiled a little, folding her hands on her lap as she watched Syrius talk to a man she had never seen before. She gave the man a small nod to say hello and took another sip of her water.

[Lion El' Jonson]

Lion nodded back to Lilya and accepted Syrius' handshake.

"My name is Lion El' Jonson, Jedi Padawan and New Republic Fleet Admiral. Who would this be?" he asked politely, pointing at Lilya.

[Lilya Goldberry]

"Lilya Goldberry, Jedi padawan. My master was Lady Dawnstrider."

She smiled, cupping her glass in her hands on her lap and turning to face him.

[Lion El' Jonson]

Lion grinned.

"Mistress Xazor, eh? She's saved my back quite a few times, you know."

He took another sip of his drink, smiling back.

[Sage Hazzard]

Syrius chuckled.

"That girl does get around, doesn't she? Seems she's done a spot of all that's to be done, eh? Me, I'm taking it slow."

He smiled oddly. He was hiding the fact his training was turning out uneventful, due to his own inadequete abilitiies.

"Yeah, I'm uh... enjoying the Padawan gig just fine. Bitching learner's braid and all, am I right?"

EDIT: Do me a favor, just pretend it says Syrius Cline in the user name field, okay? :lol

[Lion El' Jonson]

(ooc: Sure, Sage...erm, Syrius...:lol)

Lion nodded.

"You sure ain't lying, man..."

He took a sip of his drink, which was beginning to take on the consistency of Corellian Antifreeze...

"Master Dasquian ain't a bad teacher...just a bit...unconventional. He made me set up camp with the force in the middle of a rainstorm...that's one training session I won't forget..."

He drained his drink and called for another.

[Syrius Cline]

"Ouch," Syrius winced. "My Master, on the other hand, is currently trying to calm me down enough to actually get into the blasted Force. She doesn't relize, I gather, that when I was five I was doing three coloring books at once to keep me busy. Then I was busy wondering why the pretty birds had to be yellow. I'll save you the suspense, birds look bloody brilliant lime green."

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[Lion El' Jonson]

Now it was Lion's turn to wince.

"Lime green? You'll have to show me that one day..."

He chuckled.

"Man, Syrius, when I was five I'm not even sure I was potty-trained yet...So, you have a job? Besides a padawan, I mean."

The bartender returned with another drink, and Lion shoved his empty glass aside.

[Syrius Cline]

"Well, that's kind of up in the air. I'm officially the director and chief of the RSC, Republic Security Corporation. Though I've taken a leave of absence to pursue this--" he gestured to the bar around him. "So yes and no."

[Lion El' Jonson]

"Still got the badge, though?"

Lion smiled.

"Ever need a friend in the sky, just call me...I'll divert a few gunships or something..."

[Syrius Cline]

"I'll keep that in mind," Syrius nodded, chuckling. "Yeah, I've still got the badge. I've still got my authority, I just don't go to the office."

[Lion El' Jonson]

Lion nodded.

"Must be nice...my cruiser needs a new command chair, the padding on the old one is wearing down..."

Lion glanced over towards Lilya...she hadn't spoken in a while...perhaps she was comatose...

[Syrius Cline]

"Boo-hoo," Syrius said laughing. "Give me a recliner and I'll be happy. My office has what I like to call 'the great back cracker'."

Syrius glanced at Lilya as well.

"So how's life fairing you, eh? Your command chair's padding wearing down too?"