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Party at the Blue Bantha!

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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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."

"Seeing what? You being a normal person? It's quite all right. As to my enemies, well, I don't have to worry about them here for the moment so I don't waste my time on it."

Most of them are dead, actually, but she doesn't divulge that much.

"People get riled over things. It happens. I just deal with my anger with ice instead of fire. If I yell at someone, I'm not that angry at them."

Kyle drops his hands to his sides and half smiles. "Right. Because you're the Snow Queen."

He looks around, feeling very stupid. "I yell a lot," he admits. "I dunno, I just get very easily frustrated. I guess I take after my mom."

He looks at James, smile returning. "You better hope you take after yours, little dude. She seems pretty levelheaded."

"There's nothing wrong with it," Sansa says, trying to reassure him. "Kyle, people handle the world in different ways. I've learned that over my life and sometimes for good and sometimes for ill. I don't think having a temper is the worst thing a person could have. My sister has one, after all. I'm probably the odd one out, acting as if I'm sixty instead of twenty-two."

James seems to have quieted now that he has a new person to look at and Sansa much prefers this over a screaming baby.

"Right now, he seems to be taking after neither of his parents. It's not his fault. He has things to say and no one understands him."

Kyle laughs. "Yeah, I guess that's the reality of being a baby, huh? Everything is confusing and nobody understands you."

He leans down a little so that James can see him better - if he's anything like Ike was as a baby, he'll find Kyle's hair interesting.

"Thanks. For being so nice. I'm not usually such a mess, I just suck at drinking."

James absolutely finds Kyle's hair interesting and winds a chubby hand into it so he can play with it. It's different than Mummy's hair and therefore more interesting.

"Well, you've never seen me when I drink so I'm certain I can be a little silly too. I'm sure you think I'm nothing but serious all the time, don't you?"

"Fluffy, right?" Kyle says to James, laughing. He has to stay bent over until the kid decides to let go, but he doesn't mind. He just turns his head so he can look up at Sansa.

"I've had like, three drinks, my tolerance is shit. But no! I mean, I just met you, so maybe. I dunno. But probably not, nobody's serious ALL the time. I'm usually the serious one, actually."

He straightens up when James releases him. "In fact," he confides in a tone of grave sincerity, "usually I'M the one who tells people not to be stupid. So. You're probably secretly a party girl."

"Ah, yes. You should see me when I drink ale. I think I actually giggle," Sansa says, shaking her head a bit. "I don't get a lot of chances to drink ale with this one around though so perhaps what I really need is a nanny and someone to drink with."

She tucks her hair behind her ear. "I'm afraid that once you have children, your ability to have fun changes. It's still easy to find fun in life but it's certainly not the same as it was before. What were you doing before you wanted a fight? Was it any fun?"

"Yeah, I guess drinking is off the table when you gotta breastfeed." He smiles. "But when you can, I'll nanny! Or drink. Not both at the same time, though."

Kyle considers this question carefully. "I was in the bar," he says, pointing at the Blue Bantha. "And I talked to some people, and watched some sort of sport on the TV. I didn't really get the rules. So it was cool." He shrugs. "I'm not very exciting. More of a stay in and play games kind of person."

"Exciting isn't always what a person needs," Sansa says. "I might be a queen but most of my days on Temba were spent herding the glownies or sewing things for my friends. I could be happy just spending an afternoon sewing while someone was over to visit. I'm not a particularly exciting person myself. I'm a mother and a queen but I'm also just someone who likes to sew and sing and paint. Even better if it's snowing outside while I do it."

She shrugs a bit. "I'm not brave in the way that some people are. I am brave. But I'm not a fighter or an inventor."

"The glownies are so cute," Kyle declares sagely. "Man. I wish we had video games here,I bet you'd like em. I bet we can make board games, though. Like chess and checkers."

He blinks at her and then beams. "Of course you're brave. You've got a kid, for one. That's terrifying. And you're on an alien planet and totally not freaking out!"

"In my defense, this is my third time 'round coming to space and ending up somewhere different from Westeros. I've become used to it. The first time, though, you should have seen me. I thought everything was magic and magic isn't used often in my world."

It had been a little frightening until Tyrion explained things.

"Oh! We have games where I am from. Not the ones you talk of but we have cyvasse. I could make the board for it but I couldn't carve the figures."

Her words clearly work to make him more comfortable - he's been having a bit of a rough night when it comes to the realisation that he's really not going home any time soon. Sansa, Kyle has decided, is pretty much the nicest girl he's ever met.

"I wonder if cyvasse is like chess," he wonders aloud. "We're going to have to find out. We can like... use stand-ins for pieces."

"Well, there's spearmen, crossbowmen, two types of calvary, elephants, dragons, a king, and the peasants. Oh! And the trebuchets and catapults. You're meant to kill the king and win the game," Sansa explains. It's a terrible explanation of a complicated game but there you have it.

"I think I know the rules well enough to teach it if we had a way to make the pieces and the board. I can draw a bit, I'm sure I could manage it on paper if I had to. We could make things for your games, too? It would make space more interesting. Otherwise, I do know how to play cards. Earth cards, I mean. I learned how to play poker from someone."

Kyle actually seems interested in talking to her and not just James so Sansa likes spending time with him. If they had games to play, it's likely they could spend more time together.

"That sounds a bit like chess," he muses. He brightens a little more. "Cards are good! We can play poker and bullshit and all that."

He pushes his ridiculous mop of hair back. "I'm sorry you got stuck in space, but I'm also glad you did. You're cool."

"Ah, well, I am too. There are things here that I truly love." Sansa quiets for a moment.

"No one at home would ever speak to me the way you do. I'm their Queen. They bow to me and ask me to settle their disputes and award their lands but I am not their friend. I have no friends - I have subjects."

Kyle leans in, just a little bit. "I'll tell you a secret," he says. he's smiling but his eyes are perfectly serious. "I don't really have friends, either. I left em all behind when I went to school, and I've been really bad at making new ones. I'm kinda weird, I guess. It fucking sucks."

He leans back and stuffs his hands in his pockets. "I'll be your friend, though. You know, if that's okay."

"I'd like that," Sansa says, smiling a little. She thinks her cheeks are a little pink so she tries to hide that. Having friends in space isn't new but after spending months back home without any friends, it feels good to have one again.

"Does that mean you'll stop me from getting into fights outside taverns? Should I find myself there?"

The curse of gingers: blushing visibly. (That and the lack of souls, of course.)

"Oh, no way," Kyle says with a grin. "I'll encourage you to WIN fights outside of taverns. But if you needed help I'd kick ass for you." He truly believes he could.

"How do you suppose I would win? Sheer intimidation?" Sansa has no idea where this conversation has gone but James is calm and sleepy for right now and she's happy to take advantage of the time.

"Or knives? I don't think I'd be very good with just my fists."

"I mean, you DID intimidate guys out of fighting me, so yes? And you're tall, so you can like... put your hand on their head and just keep em away." He finds the idea highly amusing.

"Knives are intimidating too, yup. That's pretty hardcore for a bar fight, though."

"You know, I'm not used to men being taller than me," Sansa says. "I'm a very tall woman where I come from. Putting my hands on their heads might actually be very effective."

Sansa laughs a bit to herself. "You, however, are not shorter than me. It wouldn't work if I were trying to fight you."

Kyle grins. "Nope. I'm stupid tall. Good for getting things off of high shelves." He has naturally been used for this many times.

"But I wouldn't have a reason to fight you anyway, you're way too nice. And you're a mom, I feel like if I hit a mom mine would materialize out of nowhere to scream at me."

"Well, good to know we'll never fight," Sansa says with a laugh. "But it is nice to see someone taller than me. It's been a while since I have. I don't know what it is about the men in Westeros but they are not tall. I feel like a giant."

"Tall girls are great," Kyle enthuses. "You're totally not a giant, you're like... statuesque!" Oh, yes, he's just going to shovel on the compliments.

"You're an independent, statuesque woman who don't need no man!" Oh, lord.

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