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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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Ezra manages to stir up a small fuss when he shows up to the Blue Bantha with a brown spotted tooka he's made friends with, to which the staff voices objections. They're polite about it, to the point that he has the truly surreal experience of having someone call him 'Master Jedi' for the first time. That's what he gets for showing up to a public establishment on Coruscant in Jedi robes and the new lightsaber on his belt.

He's caught so flat-footed by the honorific, he stops arguing, and takes the tooka back outside with the promise of a tidbit of food if she stays out of sight but nearby until he comes back out.

Once he's settled in at the party, he really doesn't plan on drinking a lot. He's spent so much of his life needing to stay on the lookout for danger, that drunkenness has just never much appealed. It begins to dawn on him that he's possibly even more of a light weight than he'd realized, when standing with his second drink in hand, Ezra spots Obi-wan kissing Padme's hand and helping her to her feet to dance, he finds himself whispering, "Master Kenobi can get it."

He shuts his mouth with an audible click, and his gaze darts around him. No one heard that, right?

For the rest of the party, he swears off beverages of the alcoholic sort, to focus more on food and company.

Edited (extra word) 2021-03-30 20:35 (UTC)

Clarice is on her way up to the bar to get a refill on her juice when she overhears Ezra's remark. She follows his gaze, then laughs.

"Sure does look that way from here, doesn'it?"

Ezra glances quickly towards the dancing pair again and back towards Clarice, with a crooked grin, "Well, whatever the story is there-" And he's not going to pretend he knows what it is, although he thinks some variety of affection is obvious enough.

He lifts his glass. "Here's to grabbing onto some hope and having fun when and where you can."

She clinks her own glass against his with a smile before quaffing what little is left in the bottom.

"To hope. Not sure there's any finer toast on a night like this. As for fun, what are your suggestions to a gal on her last night in Coruscant?"

Ezra shakes his head, with a laugh.

"Don't ask me, Clarice. I'm a pretty simple guy. All the big city sights are nice," he says with a shrug. "I'll be forever grateful for the time in the Temple, but getting to know the people we're going back to Temba with a little better suits me just fine, tonight."

"You and I seem to have the same idea, then." She smiles. "If we're gonna all be building a city together, we should know each other. Not just for the kumbaya factor, but ... knowing who's good at what and who gets along best can make hard work a lot easier."

'Kubaya' Ezra mouths, but once again, he thinks he can guess what she means, and he breaks into a cheeky grin.

"Well. Being friendly and a little bit of togetherness can help smooth the other parts along."

"Exactly," she nodded. If he ever decided to ask her what it meant, she'd have stories of camping trips with the orphanage to regale him with, for sure.

"As long as they don't have karaoke, we should be good."

Ok, ok, now he does have to ask - in sotto voce, "What's karaoke?"

"First of all, it's a relief y'all haven't heard of it," she chuckles. "But it's what folks back home called a machine that played a lot of popular songs, only without the vocals. People at the bar could pick their favorite song and go up on the stage and sing it. Usually not well at all, with at least a few belts of liquid courage."

"It sounds like it could be fun with the right crowd," he muses. He is, granted, thinking more along the lines of the folk songs of Lothal.

"But if you say it requires a stiff drink, I'll take your word for it," he adds, with cheeky grin.

"It could, I'm sure." She smiles. "Just most of the places I've seen it done haven't been the right crowd for me. ... Are you even old enough to drink?"

He blinks at her. "I'm eighteen. Old enough everywhere I've been? I'm not going crazy with it, promise."

"I believe you," she says with a warm smile. "Tell you what, you ever wanna have a drink and drop a few tunes with me we can do it a cappella. Might be fun, I'll teach you some classic Tom Petty."

That being said, she offers him her own drink. "Wanna try some of mine? Pretty good, all things considered."

Maybe? Maybe not.

Things are loud enough as it is to let the comment slip by unnoticed. Echo is in the middle of his own drink when he looks over to see the young Jedi and his Tooka friend.

Despite not being in his armor, ingrained instinct tells him to straighten up. "Comman– " However, recognition soon kicks in, the initial confusion clearing up once he takes a second look. "Ezra? Is that you?"

Ezra, too, less than entirely consciously shifts his stance closer to military attention at nearly being called by the rank he does hold, if not the GAR, before he catches himself. He's never thought of himself as primary a soldier, but enough time around Rex and other Alliance officers with dedicated discipline...it rubs off.

The moment passes, and the teenager breaks into a grin. "Yeah, Echo, it's me. I don't think I'll stick with the robes all the time, but, I don't know - dressing up for tonight felt right. How have you been?"

It does that. You can take a clone out of the army, but you can't take the army out of the clone.

Echo grins, too. "It's a good look," he compliments, gesturing at Ezra with the cup still in hand. "But I'm doing alright, thanks for asking. How's everything been on your end?"

"Thanks," Ezra says earnestly, ducking his head a little, pleased but sheepish which rapidly shifts to faintly excited consternation. "It's been...weirdly busy? If everyone who's showed up here actually makes it back with us, we're gonna have a bunch of people to settle in. Including infants."

Babies, Echo. Actual babies on a disaster planet. What the kriff?

The busy part wasn't lost on him. Even if they really had no schedule to keep or an itinerary to follow, Coruscant managed to surprise them all.

In this regard the clone grunts in agreement, bringing the cup to his lips to finish its contents. This almost fails spectacularly when the young man mentions the infants among the new bodies for the return trip to Temba.

What the kriff, indeed.

"I..." Echo draws a blank visibly, mentally, verbally until his jaw works again. "I didn't think about that." A beat, and he holds up both hands in front of him. "–Wait, do we even have supplies for infants?"

"The Vanquish has been filling up a bunch of stuff - the moms of the youngest are assigned to it." Purposeful, or strange coincidence, he can't help but wonder.

"I assume the actual parents know what they need better than I would. But yeah, can't help but wonder about long term. Or something getting overlooked."

In Echo's head, the frantic last-minute planning comes to a complete stop. His brow pulls upward, also perplexed by this. "Huh. That's...convenient?" Like he isn't sure how to take this, but it's at least something.

Ezra has the right idea, however. "Maybe we can do one last run before we go."

"It probably can't hurt?" Ezra offers. "Supply run for little ones. Running a blockade on a mercy mission. There's some overlap there, right?" he adds, with a grin.

Echo's brow lifts. After a beat, he nods. "Yeah. It's basically the same thing." Between swigs, he then adds, "And we don't have to worry about enemy forces attacking us while we do it."

"Right! Just navigating crowds and hoping our ears don't get assaulted with crying much when get back home."

He knows they're both bullshitting, a little, but that's ok.

"Yeah!" Echo says enthusiastically, only to bring the cup in hand to a quickly-forming frown. "Yeah. It'll be fine."

It's fine. It'll all be fine. Let them believe.

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