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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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Sansa smiles back and shakes her head a bit. "No, she wouldn't bite you. I like you. She never bites people that I like and she usually tries to protect them too. Now, if you were to hurt me...that'd be a different story."

She shakes her head again. "But you wouldn't. Perhaps I've been guilty of poor judgment in my life but I don't think I'm wrong on this one. I think you're good."

"I do solemnly swear I have NO intention of hurting you," he says. He's smiling but his eyes are very serious.

"I try to be. Don't always succeed."

"No one can be perfect. I'm sure you succeed when it counts the most," Sansa says, giving him a smile. "And that's what's important. I've hurt people too. Possibly been hurt more than doing the hurting but I've dealt out my share. It's all right when there's no intention behind it - sometimes you just don't mean to and you screw it up. Sometimes you're like me and just pick the wrong people to trust."

Kyle really isn't so sure about that - he's done some pretty awful things in the past, even if his intentions were good.

"Sometimes, yeah," he says softly. "You know, it's really easy to pick the wrong people, especially when you're not a bad person. You just assume everyone has good in them."

"Or, if you're like me, you have to believe that there's an end to the bad and you trust someone. Getting hurt after that...well, it's just more reason to become a statue again. I don't, though. Not here. I want to be a true person here. I want to be the kind of woman I might have been if I hadn't been dealt my life," she explains.

"I have to be a queen there. I don't have to be anyone but me here. It's a little less safe, I suppose, but I owe it to myself, I think."

"...do you want a hug?" It sounds even stupider out loud than it did in his head, but goddammit it's really the only thing he can think of that might help. A lifetime of hugging his sad sack of a best friend has conditioned him to offer physical comfort.

Sansa doesn't expect it but when Kyle offers it, there's nothing more that she wants than a hug. She nods slowly.

"I'd really like that, actually. If you didn't mind it?"

"Nah, I'm a champion hugger," he says with a grin. He opens his arms and just enfolds her in his admittedly thin arms. Sure, she's practically a stranger, but she's just as far from home as he is.

It feels good to hug someone who isn't James, it really does, and perhaps Sansa takes too many liberties with being hugged but she tilts her head a bit so she can press it in against Kyle's neck.

"Thank you," she says, just a whisper. "It's been a long time."

"Hey, no problem," Kyle says, squeezing Sansa tight. "I mean it. What else are friends for, right?"

"You're kind," Sansa murmurs. She pulls away enough to kiss his cheek and gives him a little smile.

"It's not so bad here. I promise it isn't. When we get back to Agra, we can find a place for you to live. I need a new house myself - there's no idea whether or not mine's been taken."

He can't help but blush at that - he can't remember the last time he got a kiss on the cheek. It's sweet.

"Thanks," he says, rubbing the back of his head. "Uhm. Yeah, we'll get it all sorted."

"We will. And if you can occasionally come help with him," Sansa says, tipping her head back at James who is still blessedly asleep, "I don't think you could be a better friend if you tried. It's hard to do it all by myself."

"Aw, hey, well. I might still mess it up," he says with a laugh, finally letting her go completely. His cheeks are still pink.

It's the Downfall of all Gingers, the blush, because Sansa still has her own. At least the light is low enough that it isn't as noticeable as it might be. She hadn't expected the offer of the hug but now that she's had it, she thinks it's exactly what she needed.

"I will certainly mess things up. No one is perfect, even if I try to make myself be."

"Maybe," Kyle says. "But I'm pretty forgiving of my friends."

He gestures towards the galley. "You uh, want some tea or something?"

"Tea would be nice, actually. I don't think I've really stopped to rest enough while I've been here. I've been too busy trying to figure out what this planet is and what resources I can get from it before we go back to Agra. I didn't get a chance to really plan the way I would have if I hadn't been dropped in the middle of things and now I'm scrambling to catch up," she explains. "So the break would be nice."

"He'll be okay, we'll keep an ear open for crying."

The walk down to the little ship kitchen isn't long, and Kyle sets about getting water heated. All of the ship kitchens seem pretty much the same.

"I think between all of us we should bring back some pretty decent stuff. Me, I'm just super happy to have found pants."

"Pants, of all things? Well, I suppose we have to be happy about small victories," Sansa says, laughing softly.

"You know, I had never worn them before I came to space. I only wear gowns back home. It's not proper for women to wear trousers in Westeros. They're much more practical and comfortable, though."

"Yeah! I got here with only one outfit. Not that I'm going to win any awards for style even back home, but I am looking forward to being able to, you know, change."

He wrinkles his nose. "I dunno, a gown could be cool... less restrictive in the groin, lots of folds to hide snacks in..." He grins. "But seriously, fuck what's proper. Do what YOU want, Sansa."

Sansa blushes a little at the mention of gowns being less restrictive in the groin and she is beginning to realize that Kyle says things without really thinking about what he's saying all the time. It's endearing, especially considering she chooses her words so carefully.

"Before I left here and went back to Winterfell for a while, I made myself something very sleek and formfitting for exploring. I think people were shocked I wore it since I always keep myself so covered. I think I'll have to make another suit like that."

Kyle is, for all his brains, incredibly stupid most of the time.

That, however, makes him go a little pink. "You totally should. Me, I am not gonna be going for the skin-tight look anytime soon, nobody needs to think a six foot two skeleton in a fright wig is walking around."

“You don’t look like that,” Sansa assures him. “I mean, you should be comfortable, but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with how you look. I think you look just fine.”

That is the honest truth.

“I like that you’re tall, for what my opinion counts.”

"I do. It's okay, I've had like, ten years to accept it."

He grins happily. "Yeah, that's the one thing I lucked out with. Shot right up when puberty hit."

"Being beautiful isn't always a good thing," Sansa points out. "I think my life might have been much easier if I were plainer than I am. I think people wouldn't have wanted to marry me quite so much."

Perhaps that's not the truth, since she's still Sansa Stark, but she cannot help but think that it has something to do with it.

"And marriage has been the root of most of my problems."

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