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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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"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."

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."

"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."

"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.

"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."

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?

"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."

Eddie narrows his eyes, "If I do, you're going to find out about it."

Gross, dude. He raises an eyebrow. "Jesus, you sound just like Richie. I'm surprised he's not here, but he'd probably be telling me the same fucking thing."

"That's fine, you're not on my ship." Check and MATE, Eds.

"Well, Richie sounds like a smart guy. Look, fine, I won't peer pressure you." Because clearly he doesn't want this man nearly twice his age to feel picked on.

He knows how to use technology, kid. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

He makes a face, huffing out a sigh. Fuck... Richie would give him so much shit for this if he found out. The drinks arrived and he gave them a dubious look...

".... Okay, okay... Look... I'll try it, okay?"

"Trying is how we learn about the world," Kyle says sagely. He's very wise, Eddie, can't you tell?

"So besides the bad stuff you mentioned, what's Maine like? You miss it?"

A wise-ass, maybe.

Eddie picks up the drink, giving it a curious sniff. "Uhhh not really, no. I mean... like I said, I kinda forgot a lot about my childhood. I mean, there were nice parts, so it wasn't all bad. We had some really cool fairs and shit." He smirks, thinking. "Except for most of the people it was a pretty great place to grow up. There was this huge rock quarry with a big lake in the middle. We'd jump off this big-ass cliff into the water and go swimming in the summer."

With that happy memory, he takes a sip of the drink. He pauses... nope, he can still breathe. He doesn't feel like he's going to die. "This isn't too bad, actually."

"Dude, that sounds nice." And it does - much better than a swimming pool, or a boggy little pond.

Kyle watches Eddie carefully, because he wasn't actually entirely certain the guy wasn't just going to go into anaphylactic shock. He grins. "See? I wouldn't steer you wrong, my dude. I'm not much of a drinker? But this is good! So, you know. It's a party!"

He plops his chin onto one hand, elbow on the bar. "I think it was fun, being in space city world whatever this is. I don't know if I learned anything I was supposed to, but I sure did try."

"Yeah, it wasn't too bad if you ignored the racist asswipes and bullies." He chuckles, taking another drink. Now that he knows he's not going to die, the drink is pretty good.

"I don't drink much, either. As you can imagine, I don't... really get out much." Which makes him wonder why this kid is so keen on hanging out with him, but he's not going to question it much.

He leans on the bar and looks at Kyle, "It was pretty cool... once you get past the weird aliens and shit. What kinda shit did you learn?"

Kyle snorts. "Those are everywhere. I could tell you stories."

He shrugs. "I don't get out much, either. As you can tell by my absolutely stellar social skills." Oh, asking him what he learned? He's more than happy to expound on that. "You know... I learned that given enough time, all knowledge is deemed irrelevant. The past is buried in spite of our best intentions. And I also learned that if you get at least three gingers in one place we can make an alliance, so the rest of you better watch out."

Eddie echoes that snort, lifting his glass in a toast. "I'll drink to that. To stellar social skills, courtesy of our fucked up mothers." Whee!

He laughs at the ginger comment, shaking his head. "One of my best friends back home is a ginger. I think she'd like you. But that's pretty dark shit about history. Do you really think it's irrelevant?"

Clink! It's a depressing toast, but it's their own.

"Because of my hair or because she likes abrasive dorks?" He sighs. "I don't think it's irrelevant. But I think the present tends to treat it as such, which is how we wind up doing the same dumb shit over and over."

"Have you met Richie, yet? He's another one of our friends and he's as abrasive as they come." Eddie snorts, taking another drink of his delicious beverage. Why does thinking about Richie make him want to drink? He's not going to question it.

"Oh yeah, isn't there a quote about remembering history or some shit?"

"But he's still your friend."

Kyle nods. "Yup. Those who do not remember it are doomed to repeat it, or something like that."

Eddie nods, smiling fondly. "Yeah. He was my best friend growing up. Probably would have been my best friend my whole life if we hadn't forgot each other."

Yeah, that's the quote. "Don't know what things are like where you're from, but people usually forget pretty fucking quickly unless there's a holiday or a movie about it."

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