Party at the Blue Bantha!

[hadthehighground]

WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: The Blue Bantha in Coruscant's entertainment district
WHAT: A party!
WHEN: The last day before they leave.
WARNINGS: Fun times? Probably drunkenness.

After having found this place on an outing with Echo, Obi-Wan had decided he rather liked this one particular establishment they stopped at. So for their last evening on Coruscant, the Jedi had the place rented out. A network post also going up inviting everyone for one last hurrah before they have to go back to Temba.

Welcome to the Blue Bantha Bar and Grill!

Everything is very blue. A bright blue neon sign advertises the joint in the entertainment district. Its letters in Aurebesh with a little bantha head shaped neon light next to it as well. The lighting inside is distinctly blue as well. There is a mounted bantha head placed on the far wall above the bar, its fur having been dyed blue. Clearly it is the mascot of this place.

There are tables and booths in varying locations for people to sit. With the tables having bantha hide rugs under them that look reminiscent of shag carpet, while the booth seats have bantha hide upholstery as well. There's a band playing in one corner with space for people to dance. While on another side there are screens broadcasting sporting events from across the galaxy. Feel free to place bets on who you think will win!

Even the staff are either blue, or are wearing blue. It won't be uncommon to have a blue scantily clad Twi'lek waitress serving you. The long bar also has blue neon lighting with several stools to sit at, in which you can order whatever drink your heart desires on their menu.

Speaking of the menu, everything is made with bantha products. That is what they specialize in. Several types of Jawa Juice, a kind of beer made from fermented grains mashed in bantha hides, can be found here. As well as Bantha Blood Fizz, a sparkling drink made from purified bantha blood in both alcoholic and non-alcoholic varieties. And of course they serve several drinks featuring blue milk, from just the plain stuff to several alcoholic concoctions. There is also food of course! Bantha steak, bantha burgers, bantha stew, and other meat dishes are served as it's pretty much this galaxy's equivalent of beef. You can even get desserts made from blue milk such as cheesecake and ice cream.

Have fun! The Temba group have this establishment all to themselves for the night!

((OOC: This is a mingle log so go nuts!))

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[kyley_b]

If you catch him at the beginning of the evening, Kyle will be his usual friendly (if a little awkward) self. He sticks to the bar to watch the games on the screen, frowning as he tries to figure out the rules.

Catch him a few drinks in and he's far more effusive. He'll greet you cheerfully even if you've never met, and he's absolutely enchanted by the blue theme. Kyle can be found by the band, trying to figure out a way to get them to play rap from the 90s and 2000s, insisting that they must know it because it's old. Save that poor band from his requests for the Notorious B.I.G. because he's probably not gonna stop.

By the end of the night he'll be sleeping in a booth or trying to start a fight outside. It really is a toss-up.

[heypartner]

"Hey! Back off!" Cobb grabbed Kyle by the back of his shirt, yanked him back from the street thugs he was trying to intimidate and tucked him behind his back. He could've been talking to the thugs or Kyle, honestly. Their last night here was not the night to get arrested on.

Once his hand drifted down to his blaster the thugs thought better of starting a fight with him and after a little spitting and cursing in an alien language Cobb didn't know they walked off.

He turned to face Kyle with a frown. "Why are you startin' trouble? You know, never mind. Let's just go back to the hangars. I think you need to sleep it off."

And like Kyle was a wayward loth cat Cobb kept a hold on the back of his shirt to steer him towards a taxi stop. You can take the Marshal off Tatooine but you can't stop him from Marshal-ing.

[kyley_b]

Kyle's incredibly mature response to the thugs walking away was a hearty, "Yeah, you BETTER run!" He wasn't pleased about being shoved behind Cobb, but he still figured this could count as a win. At least until Cobb started hauling him along by the back of his shirt.

Also much like a loth-cat, Kyle began squirming immediately. "Dude, what the hell?!" he asked, wriggling in an attempt to get free. He planted his feet in an attempt to stop moving, but was forced to keep going in order to keep Cobb from bowling him over.

"They started it!"

[heypartner]

Cobb had handled more than a few reluctant folks in his day. He kept an easy hold on the wiggling young man. "They started it because you looked like a target. I think it's best you get somewhere safe.."

And Cobb planned to escort him there. Maker help the kid if he decided to run off. He wouldn't shoot him but he would be real tempted.

He kept a hand on his shoulder as they waited at the stop. "I know you had a good night. I'm glad the party was a big success. You ready to go back home?"

[kyley_b]

Kyle's head snapped up. "I'm NOT a target," he said. "And I could have handled it just fine." He believed that to be a true statement, anyway.

The hand on his shoulder kept Kyle from going anywhere, but at Cobb's question he shook it off, scowling deeply.

"Yeah, I'm ready to go home," he said. "More than ready. But I'm not GOING home. None of us are. We're gonna go back somewhere else where everything sucks and we don't even have Netflix."

[heypartner]

If Kyle wanted to think he looked big and tough right now, well, Cobb wouldn't argue. He let his skeptical look say it all for him.

"It ain't that bad. At least it's got surface water." Cobb put his hands in his pockets but kept his eye on Kyle. The kid was upset. Probably explained all the drinking and urge to punch random thugs who could've hurt him. "When we get back I'm gonna work on makin' it better for folks."

Because he felt like the only one who was used to living rough. Everyone else was more comfortable in civilization like this. "You wanna place of your own fixed up?"

[kyley_b]

That skeptical look did nothing to improve Kyle's mood any. He crossed his arms and stared moodily at the street.

"I want to help," he said at length. "I do. I keep trying, looking for ways to do it. Because I can learn."

He hugged himself a little tighter. "Where?"

[heypartner]

"Well, there will be plenty to help with when we get back." Kyle seemed more torn up about things than Cobb originally thought. He felt a little bad for handling him so rough earlier but well, it was necessary.

He shrugged. "I don't know. I was gonna look around when we got back for a good group of houses that have solid bones but might just need a few touch ups." There was no telling where that might be. It could be close to the place Obi-Wan wanted to fix up. Could be halfway across town.

"You could help. Learn a few things about keeping a house together."

[kyley_b]

The promise of work to be done seemed to valm Kyle further. He was definitely drunk, but even so he was eager to make a good impression. Cobb was a Figure of Authority, so the impulse to please him was strong.

"I could do that," he assured him. "There's twenty-four useable hours in every day, so. I bet I could do all sorts of stuff." He paused, considering. "...is there twenty-four hours on Agra?"

[theladyofwinterfell]

Sansa doesn't actually attend the party but a restless baby means walking so she's taken a speeder to nearby and she's doing just that - walking around with a baby who won't sleep.

She's a little surprised to see Kyle of all people in what seems like the beginnings of a fight and honestly, men can be stupid when they're in their cups, can't they?

"You," she shouts at the thugs outside, imperious as she can be. "Find something worthwhile to do before I call security on you. Once they decide it's not worth it, she turns to Kyle.

"Calm down. There's no need for nonsense."

[kyley_b]

Sansa, of course, has no way of knowing that Kyle - while highly intelligent academically - is known for doing incredibly stupid things on the regular. The alcohol definitely makes it worse, but the heart of the issue is just that he's impulsive and quick to anger.

So, naturally, getting into a fist fight with a couple of humanoids outside of the Blue Bantha seems like a perfectly logical idea to him because although the terminology is different, one of them definitely called him a pussy. When they walk off, he's left standing there with a metaphorical case of aggro blue balls, and he can only blink owlishly at Sansa as he processes what just happened.

"What did you do THAT for?" he asks with confusion so genuine that it's laughable.

[theladyofwinterfell]

"To keep you from being arrested by the guards on this planet," Sansa says matter-of-factly. "Or getting hurt. Both of those are not ideal in my opinion and I would like to prevent them."

She shifts James on her hip and he cries a little, still restless and fighting sleep. Gods, if she only had a way to get him to bed the way she does on Temba where it's much quieter.

"People tend to listen to queens even if they can't see the crown. It's a particular skill of mine."

[kyley_b]

Kyle crosses his arms over his narrow chest and huffs. "Neither of those things was gonna happen," he insists. This doesn't seem to impress Sansa one bit, so he adds, "And they started it!" Because that's mature. And highly debatable.

"I'm getting sick of every single person on this stupid planet thinking I can't look after myself," he mutters, glaring at the ground as it it's personally offended him. "Just because everybody has lasers and powers and... whatever."

He looks back at Sansa and finally realises she has James with her. "Oh, hey," he says, his tone immediately softening. "Jeez, what the heck are you even doing out?" He waves at James, endeavoring to look friendly because there's no way he wants to upset a little kid.

[theladyofwinterfell]

"I didn't say you couldn't take care of yourself. For all I know, you might have won the fight," Sansa says coolly. "I was worried about the legal ramifications because I don't rule this planet or make the laws here."

When he calms to play with James, Sansa decides that perhaps the frustration? Anger? Is over for the time being.

"He won't sleep. I took him on a walk - or what counts for one. He likes them normally. Why did you want to fight? Just because you're in your cups?"

[kyley_b]

Kyle manages to refrain from rolling his eyes. Barely. The idea of being in alien jail is surprisingly not all that frightening, possibly because Kyle suspects the Agrii aren't going to leave anybody behind. Probably.

Instead he takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. "Aw, poor little dude. Probably just because he's in a strange place." Kyle looks at Sansa and blinks a few times. "Oh. Uhm. No? I dunno, they were just... talking shit, you know..." It occurs to him that she probably doesn't know.

"It just sort of escalated," he says, shrugging. The excuse sounds pretty thin to him now.

[theladyofwinterfell]

"Words are wind," Sansa says, shrugging a bit. "I know you might be shocked by this but I've been called a whore, called a traitor, called things that no lady should be called. It hurts, yes, but it isn't me. I am nothing but myself, no matter what people call me," Sansa says.

She shifts James to her other hip and gives Kyle an empathetic look. She knows that if you have a way to fight against those against you, you'll choose it. She'd chosen her ways carefully.

"I do wish I could have hit some of the people who hurt me, though. It might have felt good at the time even if I had to deal with the consequences later."

[kyley_b]

Kyle winces slightly. "They shouldn't have said that shit," he says with conviction. "You're way better than them. You're really kind, and mature."

He pushes both of his hands through his hair, which does nothing to help it look less wild. "I'm sorry," he says. "I sure didn't mean for you to see that."

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

Eddie spots Kyle pestering the band and heads over. He shakes his head, waving a hand at the... aliens... "Hey, uh, don't mind him. You, uh, just keep playing whatever that was."

He tries to tug Kyle away. "Dude, we're not even on the same fucking planet as Notorious B.I.G."

[kyley_b]

"So?" Kyle asks. He lets Eddie pull him away, though. "This is an intergalactic city! Surely someone here knows Biggie or 2Pac or Busta Rhymes..."

He puts an arm around Eddie's shoulders. "You, Eddie. You strike me as a man of taste."

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

He snorts. "What year are you even from?" Seriously?

He doesn't shy away from the arm, but the comment gets a dubious eyebrow. "Uuuuuh-huh. You're probably the only person who'd say that here, but yeah, sure. Let's go with that."

[kyley_b]

"I'm a very modern guy," Kyle replies. "See, I figured they'd know old stuff. Because isn't that how bar bands work? They know older music."

He beams as he steers Eddie toward the bar. "You absolutely need to try some of this blue shit. I dunno what's in it, but you know, I've decided as long as I'm in space? No dietary restrictions apply. That seems wise, to me. So. Yes. Buying you a blue thing."

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

"There's a difference between old and ancient. This is like, I don't know, asking a DJ to play something from the renaissance."

Wait what? What is happening? He shakes his head, "Wait, no. No, no, I'm good. I really think dietary restrictions still apply here." Kyle, yes. Make the man drink something.

[kyley_b]

"You don't know that. We might be in the past!"

Kyle just physically tugs Eddie onto a bar stool. "Are you allergic to something? Because I figure? God let me be put on an alien planet, He's just gonna have to forgive me if I eat pork." A pause. "...okay I never kept kosher anyway, but dude. Pizza. And bacon is really good."

He waves cheerfully at the bartender. "Can I get a drink for my friend? Whatever I had before."

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

HOW IS HE BEING PUSHED AROUND BY A KID ALMOST HALF HIS AGE?!

Because he's a pushover, that's how.

He makes a face as he's manhandled onto the stool. "I guess that makes sense... But yeah... I'm allergic to gluten, soy, milk, and cashews." He hesitates. "Though... I'm guessing this place doesn't have cows, so I don't think that's a problem."

Also, dude, your allergies were made up by your Mom. Get over it.

"Wait, you don't even know what you were drinking?

[kyley_b]

"Not cow-cows. If you get the shits super bad tomorrow I guess we'll find out."

Kyle grind happily. "No idea. But it was tasty! I'm not much of a drinker, I usually just have a few beers. But. Alien planet! Live a little, Eddie."