Or Masters Are Going To Kill Us... (Oriadin, Closed)

[Sejah Haversh]

Tipping the pitcher up, Sejah topped off Oriadin's glass, then started again on his own. Wiping a bit from the fur of his upper lip after a drink, the mongoose replied, "That sounds like a fine idea, pallie," then proceeded to chug down the remainder of his glass.

Soon they had divvied up the remainder of the pitcher of cider between them, and both were drunk, but neither would admit it. A dopey grin on his face, Sejah stood up clumsily and pointed to the door. "So, shall we go get even more lost?"

[Oriadin]

--Sure, why not--

Oriadin stood up and waited for the slow moving world to catch up. He was feeling very ligh headed now. He led the two of them out of the club and looked outside. The people bustling about was just starting to look one huge blur. He really had no idea where to go so just decided to follow his nose for a while.

He must have lost count of the people he bumped into as they looked for somewhere else to go. He said sorry to all of them in turn and luckily none of them wanted to kick anything off!

All of a sudden Oriadin stopped. A place called the Casino Scrooge caught his eye. The lights on the outside were flashing brightly and it looked great! Oriadin checked his pokets to see how much money he had and it wasnt looking too bad!

--We could pop in here for a little while if you like? Ive got a bit of money I can afford to play about with--

[Sejah Haversh]

"Thought you'd never ask!" Sejah replied, his speech slightly slurred.

The mongoose led his friend into the casino, where it seemed that the losers of the games didn't go away empty-handed. You got a free beer. Of course, it was the nasty, bitter-as-pine-needles swill that came out of a plain aluminum keg, but it was beer nonethelss.

And if you chose to come into the place in any case, odds were it wasn't for fine drinks.

Snagging a pilsner glass from a scantily clad waitress as she passed by, Sejah swigged down the top two inches before turnign to Oriadin, "So, what should we play at first?"

[Oriadin]

Oriadin too grabbed a glass as the waitress walked passed. Some of the cool liquid fell down onto Oriadins chin and then onto his shirt as he somehow managed to miss his chin. For some reason, all this alcohol was doing something to his reactions and his self control. A new experience, and a funny one at that. He discreatly wiped his chin and brushed down his damp chest as he looked around the room at what they should go and play. There was a free table with a dealer, just sat there messing with the cards. Pontoon was being played there.

--How about that?--

He declared pointing over to where the dealer was. The Casino was a little odd. It was a bit musky from the smoke in the room but there were flashing lights all over the place from the fruit machines and glowing signs. There were no windows and no clocks. Probably a ploy to keep the punters in as long as possible.

[Sejah Haversh]

"Sure thing," the mongoose said as he neary fell onto the stool, barely keeping his drink from spilling over himself.

Their first hand was lousy, but Sejah made up for it by carefull hitting to his own pile and making the dealer think he had a better hand than he did. They still lost.

The second hand was better, and allowed them to finish their drinks as the dealer changed halfway through. The bets were good, and in the end Oriadin won out and got more than his money back, some of which was spent on another round.

"Pal, have I ever told you you're a good friend?" Sejah asked stupidly as he dropped a paw onto Oriadin's shoulder before the next round. Taking a drink of his beer, the Nehantite belched quietly to himself and continued, "Because you are. I ain't been out for a fun night like this since, I uh, since I left home, that is."

[Oriadin]

Oriadin was begining to sway noticably as his friend put his hand on the padawans shoulder.

--Well, you knnnow. Im not surrrrre. But thankyou anyway.--

He leaned back slightly and looked the Mongoose in the eye and pointed roughly in his direction.

--You are my best fwend here, you know that.--

Oriadin was now guzzling down his beer. Some of the liquid splilling down the sides as his concentration was going. He was up on his money and so decided to call it a day.

--Shall we find something else?--

Sejah nodded and the two made their way through the crowds bumping into many people as they went. A nicely glowing sign caught Oriadins eye but he had trouble making out what it said. Maybe his eyesight was going? He could normally read from that kind of distance. He moved in a little closer but the bright light made it difficult for him to read. Rather than try to work it out he decided perhaps it would be best to just go in and take a look.

The two of them entered the room, not really knowing what to expect. When they entered, Oriadins jaw dropped. He looked back over his shoulder not quite beliving that where he had just come from led to here. He looked forward again before he glanced over at his friend with a rather large smile on his face.

[Sejah Haversh]

"Duuuude!" Sejah clapped him on the back as he pointed, "Girls!"

They had walked into a "Gentleman's Club" of sorts, the kind with scantilly clad ladies of excellent bodily dimensions doing dances that excited more than just the mind.

A dopey grin spread across his muzzle as he found a seat by the dance catwalk, and took another swig of his beer as he cought a most interesting view of the dancer's backside. "Pal, you find all the good places." he mumbled, though not taking his eyes off the dancer.

[Oriadin]

Oriadin remained silent and just stared in aww. Girls of a multitude of races in order to please everyone were on show. There were shouts and cheers from the men in the croud and the odd woman to Oriadins suprise.

--Thats pure skill you see mate.--

Oriadin finished off the last bit of his beer. He was drinking much quicker now. Not really thinking much of it. He had other things on his mind right now. As he looked over the table he saw a man pull out some credits and for that, one of the ladies gave him a bit of a personal viewing so to speak. He began to look through his wallet at his winnings as he wanted a taste of the action himself.

[Sejah Haversh]

In a flash of morality, Sejah's mind returned to him thoguh the haze of alcohol and he turned to Oriadin, and he guessed as to what he was thinking about looking through his wallet.

"Dood, put it away, man. This ain't right. We're jed, j-hed, jed-eyes. We prob'ly shunn't bein here. C'mon, pallie, less go." He slurred his advice of good conscience to his friend, though he had enjoyed the sight for a little while himself. It just wasn't something he though a Jedi should do.

Finishing his beer though, that was something he felt he could do. And did, too.

[Oriadin]

Oriadin looked bleery eyed at his friend for a moment before nodding in agreement.

--Your right my fwend.--

His wallet was out now but he turned away from the dances and looked towards the nearest waiter giving out drinks. He paid for a couple of drinks for himself and for Sejah. As he began to drink he felt his stool move slightly below him. Then with a thud he fell to the floor. He had slipped of his chair. Legs were up in the air and Oriadin tried to stop laughing long enough to stand up again.

[Sejah Haversh]

Sejah could only bust up laughing as his friend took a floor dive from his seat. Oriadin tried tp get back up by himself. but only succeeded in slipping again because he was laughing so hard.

"Dood, geddup. You can't drink down there," the mongoose gave his friend advice, then drinking from his own glass although he was already quite drunk.

Finally he reached down and lent a paw so that Oriadin could pull himself upright, though it nearly took Sejah to the floor as well. They were both stupid with drink, but it was so funny that neither of them realized it.

[Oriadin]

Once on his feet again, Oriadin was still laughing uncontrolably. A few people in the room looked round to see what the disturbance was all about before they just smiled and returned to thier business.

Not long after, a curious looking man, quite old approached the two friends. "You two are Jedi, arent you!?". It was more of a statement than a question really. "Yeah, you look familiar", he said he said, pointing at the two of them one by one. By now the music had died down and people were begining to stare. Jedi? In a place like this!?

[Sejah Haversh]

Sejah batted the man's hand away with a drunkenly playful paw and shook his head whule slurring, "Naw, we's not Jedi yet. Jus' padawaanans."

Looking back to Oriadin, he commented, "Boy, I sure butchered dat word, didn' I?"

[Oriadin]

Oriadin gave a rather daised looking smile and nod. Meanwhile the whole of the bar seemed to errupt with laughter. Oriadin took a slow look around the room as he tried to remain on his feet. People were laughing and joking at their expense. Afterall, it wasnt every day you got to see the keepers of the peace in the state they were in. Oriadin didnt mind to much though, he was too drunk to care really. He just felt merry all over.

The head barman came over and handed the two padawans a drink each. "This ones on the house!"

The old man didnt take to kindly to Sejah playfully pushing his pointed hand out the way. He turned to walk off, saying something to himself as he went in the form of, "Dumb fur ball". Well, thats how it sounded anyway.

Before they knew it, the music was put back on, but quieter this time and four beautiful girls came over to stand next to them. The typical kind that would follow any man with money or power.

Then the barman spoke up again. "So, why is it we have two Jedi in my bar tonight!?"

[Sejah Haversh]

"Dat's a shilly question," Sejah smiled at the barman as he took another swig from his glass. "We came here to get a drink and have shum fun. Whad else do y'do in a bar? Oh, hello, ladies."

The mongoose smiled stuipdly at them in his innebriated state, though he couldn't quite focus on any one of them.

[Oriadin]

Oriadin's glazed eyes glanced over at Sejah. --Loowks like were in here ma ma mate--

He then look over the two girls stood closest to him. They were indeed beatiful creatures. In Oriadins normal state he would have seen straight away that the two of them were only there now because Oriadin and Sejah were Jedi Padawans. Right now though he was too drunk to notice.

Im sure something could be arranged with these two lovely ladies, if thats what you would like? The barman asked.

Gradually, the people around the room began to close in on the two friends. Trying to catch a little bit of thier conversation. It was almost as if they thought they were two celebrities or something.

[Sejah Haversh]

Sejah was d-r-u-n-k drunk. And, in his state, he wasn't thinking straight at all and wrapped an arm around the girl closest to him and smiled.

But, he didn't get any further than that before a loud voice interrupted them.

"Take your filthy hands off of her, you....animal." A brute of a man barked, his hands clenched in very dangeous looking fists. The girl was evidently 'his', and Sejah had made a very bad move, even if it hadn't been his own fault.

It took a moment, but he let go, then took a drink from his mug of beer that he had ordered before replying, "Shorry, sir, but she came on to me. I diddn' know she were somebody's."

"Sure you didn't, just like you forgot to shave this morning, huh?" the brute replied, getting in his face.

Signals of dangers that should ahve been popping in Sejah's brain were silent, and he went to take another drink, only to have the glass upturned and spilled all over him by one of the brute's hands.

"Listen to me when I'm talkin' to you, punk. I don't like you, and I don't like your friend either. I want you to leave."

Sejah looked down at his wet shirt, and then back up at the brute, then picked up a shot of whiskey that was on the bar and swigged it down, belching in the brute's face. "Too bad, we're not going anywhere."

The brute retaliated by punching Oriadin square in the gut.

[Oriadin]

Oriadins eyes were all blurry and he was finding it very hard to focus on anything. His eyes were very shifty while he was trying to look at Sejah and the brute.

Next thing he knew, he was on the floor, holding his stomache and gasping for air. Oriadin didnt feel so good all of a sudden. He quickly stood up, knowing exactly what would happen. He stared right in the brutes eyes as everyone fell silent and held their breaths. Everyone expected something to kick off right about now. Oriadin stood and stared for a few seconds before he threw up, all the way down the brute.

A few brought their hands to their mouths and looked the other way, there were a few in fits of laughter and some simply had a disgusted look on their face.

Oriadin looked at the 'tough guy' with a smile.

--Like your shirt!--