Or Masters Are Going To Kill Us... (Oriadin, Closed)

[Sejah Haversh]

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The move to Coruscant had been hectic, and Sejah was still trying to unpack his meager belongings. His tulwars rested on a shelf next to his kris dagger and a framed photograph of his family when he was very little. A few sets of clothes had been unpacked and hung in the closet or in drawers, and most of the small collection of kitchen tools had been put away in the kitchenette the day before.

But still, a few cardboard boxes with small pictures of contents on them sat on the floor at the foot of his bed, and it didn't feel like home yet. Maybe he just needed to get his mind off things and relax. Coruscant was a big place, and he was certain that there had to be something to do, or somewhere to go nearby. So, after a quick shower, he hung up the three towels it took to dry his fur and then brushed himself out before donning a pair of gray denim pants and a faded oliveish tan shirt. Strapping on hsi sandals, the mongoose dropped his wallet into his back pocket, grabbed up his lightsaber and headed out the door.

Sightseeign and relaxign was all good and well, but, it was no fun alone in a new place. Thinking back, Sejah remembered that he had promised Oriadin that they would go out and knock around sometime. Now seemed as good a time as any, so he tracked down his human friend.

"Hey, how's it going, Or," The brown Nehantite called as he stuck his head into Oriadin's room. "You want to go exploring with me? Maybe get a drink or two while we're at it?"

[Oriadin]

Oriadin, being the organised type had already gotten his quarters sorted. He didnt have much so really, it didnt take long. Coruscant was a huge place and bustling with people. Oriadin hadnt experienced anything like it as far as he could remember. Very different from the last home of the Jedi.

In order to get an idea of his new surroundings he had gone out exploring, but he never got very far. It was a big place and he didnt want to get lost. If only he had someone to go around with...

He was lying on his bed, just thinking about how his life was going at the order when a familiar face appeared.

--Ah! Sejah my friend. Hows things? Settled in I hope.--

The padawan got up off his bed and went to greet his friend.

--Sure, id love to go out, give us a few seconds to just change into something more casual.--

He disapeared for a few moments before re-emerging wearing a red shirt and a pair of beige looking combats. He scrubed up well. He picked up whatever he thought he might need along the way.

--Ok, im ready. Shall we?--

[Sejah Haversh]

"Sure thing," Sejah replied cockign his head toward the hallway and leadign them out. The lifts were easier to operate than the ones at Yavin, and soon the par were out on the very busy sidewalk, watchign speeders whiz about above them, and ground traffic clogged before them as well.

Looking at each other, it was apparent that neither of them had any clue where they should go, so, they flipped a coin and decided what direction to go that way. It turned out to be left, and soon they found themselves several blocks away from the Jedi complex, and throughly lost. But, they just called it part of the exploration process, and boarded a shuttle to another part of the nearby area where it was said there were things to do, and quite a few pubs among other things.

After a short bit of sightseeing, the mongoose looked to his friend and jerked a thumb over his shoulder, saying, “Feel like a drink or something? There’s a pub back that way that looked pretty good.”

[Oriadin]

Oriadin looked over his friends shoulder to see if he could see the place he was on about. There was nothing obvious but there were so many flashing lights and people about it was difficult to see anything at times. As all the buildings in Coruscant seemed so huge a lot of the time it seemed very dark everywhere.

Oriadin looked at Sejah before speaking.

--That way you say? I didnt see anything. I'll let you lead the way.--

The two of them made thier way through the busy crowds before they reached the bar. Funally enough, the bar was called 'The Jedi Temple'. Both Oriadin and Sejah grinned at each other as the name seemed somewhat, appropriate. Oriadin pushed open the doors and walked in, while holding the door open for Sejah to walk through. They both looked over the place. It was nice looking. Many races were drinking, playing and joking. A good place to kick things off Oriadin thought to himself.

--First ones on me, what would you like?--

[Sejah Haversh]

Finding a small both type table, the mongoose dropped into a seat and waited for Oriadin to sit as well before replying, "Um, how about an ale? Medium weight with a good head. Can't read the menu well enough, so, would you mind picking something?"

[Oriadin]

Oriadin smiled, a knowing smile. He picked up the menu and walked over towards the bar. He wasnt really paying attention when the barmaid came over to take his order as he had his head buried in the menu. She didnt wait long before asking what he wanted. He looked up a little startled.

--Oh, sorry. I was a million miles away there. Errr, is there something you can recomend? An ale preferably?--

The barmaid was a human, and an extreamly good looking one at that. Brown hair, tied back behind her head in a simple clip. She was reasonably tall for a female human and had long legs. Always a key factor.

Barmaid: Well... we have a special. Its our own ale you see. We call it the MarkFosters. Its good stuff. Quite strong I belive.

Oriadin put the menu down on the bar.

--I'll take a pitcher please.--

She poured out the large jug and handed him two glasses. One inside the other to make it easier to carry. He paid the barmaid with some of the republic credits he had and gave her a tip, then made his way back over to the table.

--Here you go.--

Oriadin wasnt one for drinking usually but hey, he was here to have fun today and let his hair down a bit.

OOC: The drink is in dedication to Marcus. We all know how much he loves Fosters!

[Sejah Haversh]

"A little fond of our barmaid, are we?" Sejah asked while pouring himself a glass. "Can't say I blame you," he smirked before taking a drink.

"I'm not usually attracted outside my own species, but, wow, she's a real looker." he said after a draught of the 'MarkFosters'. The pub was a decent one. Not gaudily decoreated or overly noisy, it was a comfortable atmosphere, and he took abother drink.

"I've not been out for a drink in a while. Often couldn't afford it lately. But a few years back a few friends and I used to haunt the local bar every friday night. you ever drink much?"

[Oriadin]

Oriadin smiled and looked back towards the barmaid hard at work as they talked about her.

"Ive never touched alcohol as har as I can remember. Ive only drank ice water since comming to the order, so this is a new experience for me."

He smiled and picked up his glass. Not taking a sip yet. He took a good look at the goldy colourd liquid and the froth on the top. The tiny bubbles were curious too. Of course, hed seen several drinks like this before but he was never in a postion where he was going to have one himself. He was holding time off before he took a sip. Sejah took a large swig and finished with an "Ahh". A satisfied costomer by the looks of things.

"Well, here goes!!"

He lifted the glass and took a rather big sip. He brought the pint back down to his chest and looked deep in thought for a few moment.

--Slightly bitter, quenches the thirst though. This is great stuff!--

A huge grin appeared across the padawans face as he looked back at his friend.

[Sejah Haversh]

"Hear hear," Sejah replied, then clanked his glass off of Oriadin's before takign another drink. "Haven't had a good beer since home. Think I'm going to like this place."

With that, he leaned back in his seat and took another pull form his glass, leaving it half-empty already. "Ahh, feels good to relax after the move. Wonder if there are any Nehantite females on this planet. You know, you're lucky. All kinds of human girls all over the place."

[Oriadin]

Oriadin nodded before taking another gulp of his drink. He made sure he had roughly drank that same amount as his friend. Probably be a good idea to finish about the same time he thought to himself.

--Thats true. I havent seen many of your species at all but as you say, they are humas everywhere.--

He paused briefly.

--You do your people credit Sejah--

He smiled and took another sip of his drink.

[Sejah Haversh]

The comment caught him off-guard, and Sejah stopped his glass halfway up to his mouth and asked, "Huh? What do you mean by that?"

After having said so, the mongoose took another drink, but nothign too big. He didn't realize that Oriadin was trying to match him in speed.

[Oriadin]

--I mean that since ive only ever met a couple of Nehantites I can only guess what the rest of your race is like. All I have to base them on is you. You are a credit to your race. You would make me look forward to meeting another.

Oriadin really was having a hard job trying to explain what he meant, he hoped Sejah would understand.

--Tell me what your home plannet is like?--

[Sejah Haversh]

When asked, Sejah proceeded to finish off his glass and poured himself another.

" I'm glad you think that Oriadin, that means a lot to me. But, as far as my world goes..." He paused to take another drink, then wipe the foam form his muzzle with his paw. "It's hot. Nehantish is considered a desert planet. Oh, sure, we have a few jungles and a small ocean, but, still muck of the surface is desolate and infertile. The average temperature in the city I come from is about 108 degrees Faerinheit, and it onlt rains there about eight times a year. Nehantish was only brought into the whole space thing abotu twenty five or thirty years ago, and that was under the exploitation of the empire. But, now they are jsut a mild protectorate.

"We have a monarchy, a Sultan is the supreme power, and it still goes down from father to son in the royal family. But, for most things, it is split between nobility and elected officials from the upper classes. Yeah, we have class systems, too. I'm technically in the second lowest, so, things aren't the greatest for guys like me." He stopped again to take another drink, though that time just to wet his throat for talking. "I grew up in what you'd call the ghetto. Let me tell you, the rooms we stay at here are a paradise compared to my old place. But, you don't want to hear about that.

"The females, er, girls, sorry. Keep forgetting to translate my words, here. Anyways, the girls wouldn't often go out with a guy like me, always being in a higher class than me or not wanting to date in their same class level, onyl above it. So, yeah, not much luck for this fella. Guess that kind of helped, though; learned to control myself. Heh, could also be why I can resist so many girls of other species. No offense, but, if she doesn't have fur and a tail, I'm probably not goign to chase her."

Looking at the barmaid from the back though, Sejah smiled and continued, "Though, I might be willing to make an excption every now and then." Smiling, he took another drink.

[Oriadin]

Oriadin always loved to hear what peoples home worlds were like. He always put it down to tha fact he didnt know where he was from and so didnt have any memories like that for himself. When he heard stories of other peoples homes he could imagine what it would be like if he lived there. Perhaps one day that would trigger a memory and it would all come flooding back. Whatever it was, he always loved listning to stories of childhoods and old homes.

Sejah's story seemed sad though. The various classes, the extream heat and no rain. Definitely wasnt a place Oriadin fancied living.

--Doesnt sound like a place id like much. Im not much good in very hot conditions. Perhaps I will visit there one day though.--

He smiled while he poured himself another drink and taking a large sip to keep up.

--So, what do you make of our new home plannet then?--

[Sejah Haversh]

"Coruscant? It's okay," he replied after another drink, "Bit busy on the streets for my liking, but, our new complex is nicer, I think. That, and there's more than one bar to hang out at."

Looking around again, the mongoose spotted a pool table in the back corner and then looked back to Oriadin. "Say, after we finish these glasses, want to try your luck at a game of billiards?"

[Oriadin]

Oriadin finished taking a sip before answering. He peered over to the corner of the room to take a look at the table his friend was referring to. Billiards was a game Oriadin had read about but never played. He thought it sounded fun.

--Sure, why not!--

Oriadin didnt tell Sejah he hadnt played before. They finished up thier drinks and made thier way over to the table. The both picked up a cue and Oriadin placed some credits in the Billiards table slot. The balls came out and Sejah set up the balls. A small piece of chalk lay on the side of the table. Oriadin picked it up curiously then remembered what it was for. To add grip to the cue. He put some on.

--You wanna break?--

[Sejah Haversh]

"Sure thing," Sejah replied, wondering how good Oriadin was at the game after how cooly he tipped his cue and asked if he wanted to break.

Grinding the small cube of chalk over his own cue, the mongoose blew off the excess dust and then paced around to lean over the table and lined up a shot. He wasn't near as good at billiards as he was at ping-pong, but, his lessons on concentration, aim, and kinetics did help. Well, they would help later, the break was prettymuch a free-for-all smash. Having fur lining his paws made the cue slide easily through the triangular hole he had set up with his digits, and the cue ball smacked dead on into the triangle of other, much more colorful spheres. They split apart in all directions, and the 1 and 9 balls both dropped into pockets. Pulling his cheek, Sejah called solids as his color, then went back to the table to pour himself another glass of beer and carried it back, taking a sip as Oriadin lined up his shot.

[Oriadin]

Oriadin glanced around the table. Looking for the best shot to take. He remembered reading that if at all possible, it was best if you could line up your ball for your next shot. How this was done, Oriadin wasnt sure. He decided on a ball to go for. Not a very difficult shot by any means. He leaned over the table and lined up for the shot like a pro. He glanced down the table a couple of times, getting a feel for what his shot should be. He drew back the cue then pused it forward with an almighty shove...

The white ball went in completly the wrong direction and ended up going straight down the corner pocket.

--Stupid ball! I didnt want it to do that!--

He said, frowning.

[Sejah Haversh]

With a smirk, Sejah pulled the white cue ball from the ball return and tossed it up and then caught it, if slightly haphazardly, due to drink. "I believe that's called a Force Scratch, pallie," he said, then placed the ball behind the second set of diamonds.

"Oh, hum, what should I hit. Oh, I know, thattun! In that pocket, too." He announced, then took another drink before taking a swig from his glass, then lined up his shot. For being slightly innebriated, the mongoose was still able to sink the ball he wanted, and celebrated with another drink of beer. The next shot was pure luck, but after that he couldn't hit his mark, and the turn resumed to Oriadin; which Sejah wasn't too sad about because he needed to refill his glass for the second time.

[Oriadin]

Oriadin stood in silence. Somewhat embarrased from his last shot. Sejah seemed to be doing ok though. He took a few sips of his Mark Fosters and it was time for him to play again. He walked around the table a few times, looking at various shots he could do. Finally, one stuck in his mind as the best option to take. He lined up his shot and drew back the cue. This time he hit the ball at least but it went no where near where he was aiming for. Basically, the shot was terrible. Simply terrible. Oriadin hung his head. He was disapointed. He returned to his drink and awaited Sejah's shot.