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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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"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."

The fact that being pretty has made Sansa's life worse is somehow so very sad. Kyle looks at her seriously.

"I promise," he says, "I won't ever marry you." Then he grins. "So you can look as pretty as you feel like, or not. I won't cause you grief over it." He turns back to get their tea, handing a mug to Sansa carefully. "There we go. The solution to all life's problems, or something."

"When you say it that way, it sounds terrible. Months from now, when we're in love, I'll remember you saying you wouldn't marry me," Sansa teases.

When he hands her the mug of tea she blows on it lightly before taking a sip. "I think most problems are solved by tea, yes. At least in the moment."

That makes Kyle's face go beet red. "I. Oh. Uhm." He studies his tea, trying to get his brain to work. "I mean, yeah, I'll look like a real dick then."

He sips his drink, suddenly hyper aware of what a dork he is.

"I didn't mean to embarrass you," Sansa says, suddenly a little concerned she went too far. "It wasn't my intent. You get a free tease if you would like. I won't even come back with anything."

"No, no, it's cool," Kyle rushes to assure her. "It's, fuck, you understand, it's being so friggin pale, the second my face gets hot it's just red. I hate it."

He offers her a smile to show how totally not embarrassed he is, which of course is a massive lie. "As you can guess, I'm a little out of practice talking to people."

"Well, I happen to be very good at conversation. You'll have a reason to practice," Sansa says.

His mention of his feelings showing on his face the moment he has them is something she knows all too well. She can make herself a steel mask, yes, but not if she's embarrassed.

"Our skin is too pale to hide a flush. Even a quick burst of cold air will make my cheeks go red."

"You are," Kyle agrees, smile becoming more natural. "You're really easy to talk to. I'll probably say something weird because of that."

"It's the worst," he says. "But I guess it's just our curse."

"I don't think there's anything strange about speaking your mind. Sometimes things just pop into your head and they come out. Even with me," Sansa says with a quick laugh.

"Besides, it's refreshing to be around someone who isn't guarding their speech around their queen. I like it."

"Lucky for me," he says before sipping his tea.

"I've never been very good about keeping my mouth shut," he admits. "I just tend to get a little over-excited. I think I get it from my mom."

"Sometimes saying what you think is a good thing. Honesty is preferable to deception," Sansa says. "I hold things in, especially back home, because it's the only way to be safe. Being safe is important to me."

"Physically? Or, uh. Emotionally?" Kyle is quick to add, "You don't have to answer, if it's uncomfortable."

"Both," Sansa says. It's not something to tell someone she's only just met but she certainly has had reason to fear for her well-being both emotionally and physically in the past. She sips at her tea for a few long moments before she speaks again. "But it's not like that here for me so it's...better. It makes me a poor queen, perhaps, but I'll just be a poor queen."

"I don't care what kind of queen you are," Kyle says softly.

"I can tell you're a kind woman."

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