Night at the Nerf [Day 0 - EN]

[Bowze Coppa]

''Oh? What are the next lotto numbers then?'' he responded, visibly searching for his notepad

[Dapper Dog]

''Oh? What are the next lotto numbers then?'' he responded, visibly searching for his notepad

She narrowed her eyes in amusement and said, “I’d tell you but you’d have to promise to give me half.”

[Bowze Coppa]

He raised a hand and put the other one on his chest

"I swear on my purse!"

[Dapper Dog]

That elicited genuine laughter and she said, “You are the worst, Mister Coppa, I like you. Maybe one of these nights I might tell you the winning numbers and then I am going to hold you to that promise. Deal?”

She cleaned her hand and then extended to the nemoidian.

[Jurdak Surt]

Seeing as most of the planning was over and people had filtered back into the bar area Dak wandered over leaning against the bar sipping his drink and watching the band swaying to the music.

[Daunt]

"Worry not, I usually reach not for what's not willingly offered." Daunt said quietly, then ordering something light, like a cranberry spritz. He was not a man of singular habits, alcoholic or otherwise, and neither were they pursued insensibly. He thanked the intersting lady at the bar but otherwise didn't intrude on her conversation with the Neimoidian, though it was hard not to catch some of the financial humour dripping from the banter.

When the chanteuse approached him during her apparently heartfelt song, he leaned back against the counter and let her do her teasing, but didn't overreact to it, just smiling a bit and letting the smile linger a bit more in the wake of her passing before it was washed away with the spritz. The Balosar archaeologist took seemingly greater interest in a conversation with the Pantoran, so for the time being he accepted relative solitude.

[Vaya Mer'darrow]

She moved next to Djanik and sang, “You know you belong in me bed…” giving him a look as she was assisted onto the bar and continued singing. She walked carefully not spilling a glass but still keeping beat with the song before kneeling next to Daunt and sang, “I can’t get you off of my brain, feeling like it’s never enough…”

She lightly touched his chin and then continued singing coming down from the bar and making her way to the stage as the band stopped their acapella and she sang the rest of the song solo putting her heart and soul into the words.

Vaya seemed to lose interest in the conversation as the new song started, her eyes and antennapalps following the singer through the crowd, and then from increasingly up close along the bar, passing by her and touching lightly on the men on either side of her. When the song came to an end she put down her drink to clap, throwing in several shouts and a truly loud whistle that took both of her hands.

As the general racket died down she commented aloud to no-one in particular, "Great lineup this next couple weeks. I don't know if it's because someone likes music or because the punters help make this place a better front business, but either way I'll take it. These backwaters can be real boring sometimes."

[Jenna Karath]

Wiping her eyes clear she exits the stall and finds a spot at the mirror where she can see herself properly. Checking out her face she looked at what damage she had wrought and then sought her bag. With a few necessary tools her makeup was properly back in place.

Checking herself over once more she ruffled out her shirt a bit, tucked it back in, and then proceeded outside of the refresher once more.

This time she made a direct walk for the bar, approaching beside the Nemoidian.

[Daunt]

"I suppose people make their own entertainment here." Daunt commented once Vaya's enthusiastic reaction calmed down, parting with mental solitude without regrets. "I'd think an educated person like you is never bored, having her thoughts to accompany her at all times." He sipped. "But music is indeed good. Do you dance?"

[Dapper Dog]

The final set was a medley of songs and then the band took a bow and took a break from the stage to grab drinks and mingle. The trandoshan woman grabbed a bottle of hard liquor and went to town talking with some rough folks while the twi’lek men chatted up some hangers on.

The lead singer went to the bar and Vuxia said, “Trion, beautiful set… your usual?”

Trion nodded and then waited, as her smile faded while she waited quietly looking to the stage and then those around her. She brushed her hair back as the drink was given and sipped at it lightly.

[Daunt]

"This one is on me." Daunt raised his chin and finger when the vocalist placed her order. "The least I can do to show appreciation for the performance."

[Dapper Dog]

"This one is on me." Daunt raised his chin and finger when the vocalist placed her order. "The least I can do to show appreciation for the performance."

She was a slight woman, willowy in build as she laughed lightly at the offer. It was not harsh but pleasant and she smiled and said in a soft voice, “My thanks then.”

She drank and then hummed softly to herself and gave Daunt a second smile and added, “Trion.”

[Daunt]

"Daunt." He tipped his spritz in her direction in a toast. "To your many layers of talent, Trion."

[Vaya Mer'darrow]

"Dance? Nah, not..." Vaya trailed off. "Oh man, she's coming over here!"

Vaya shifted nervously, in that want to talk, don't want to be awkward way, until Daunt broke the seal. Then she leaned past him on the bar.

"Hi! Trion. Wow, you were great. You all were great, but you really... Your voice, uh, it's hard to describe unless you can hear in the subsonic range," her antennapalps waved, "but it's good. You ever listen to Sunset Over Manaan?"

[Jurdak Surt]

Dak chuckled "you know I wouldnt have pegged you for a music lover big guy." He said turning his head down the bar towards Daunt.

He looked to Trion "But he is right, it was a lovely set." He said with a smile before he took a sip of his drink.

He noticed that Jax had reappeared but he figured he'd give the girl some space since she had seemed shaken up earlier. Better to let her approach him if she wished to talk.

[Dapper Dog]

"Daunt." He tipped his spritz in her direction in a toast. "To your many layers of talent, Trion."

“Daunt, thank you,” she repeated and smiled easily. "Layers of talent, I like that."

Vaya shifted nervously, in that want to talk, don't want to be awkward way, until Daunt broke the seal. Then she leaned past him on the bar.

"Hi! Trion. Wow, you were great. You all were great, but you really... Your voice, uh, it's hard to describe unless you can hear in the subsonic range," her antennapalps waved, "but it's good. You ever listen to Sunset Over Manaan?"

“I can’t say that I have, but now you have me intrigued what’s it sound like?” she said to the woman in a friendly manner, warm even.

She gave Jurdak a brief but welcome glance at his kind words, it was a good night to have reached so many.

[Jurdak Surt]

Dak nodded back to Teion but didnt want to overwhelm the singer so he returned his attention to the room looking about, people watching and nursing his drink.

[Vaya Mer'darrow]

“I can’t say that I have, but now you have me intrigued what’s it sound like?” she said to the woman in a friendly manner, warm even.

"Oh, yeah, it's great!" said Vaya quickly. She had been ready to politely withdraw and let the woman have her space (or at least let some other admirers take a shot), but with the slightest permission, she was off to the races, all self-consciousness gone. "It's this piece by the PhaseOutz, after they got Heeva Tabbas on the Harmonique, and it's got this real clarity to the vocals..." she began, immediately going into the level of depth (in e.g analysis, genre, and comparison to other bands and works) that quickly loses all but fellow enthusiasts.

[Dapper Dog]

Trion listened and allowed the woman to go as in depth as she needed enjoying her passion.

[Daunt]

"I think we're just starting on surprises, Dak." Daunt grimaced in a half-smile, his tattoos shifting. "Speaking of, I am looking forward to seeing another layer of talent revealed soon." He said to the songstress, having a concurrent thought that quickly got semi-confirmed by the doctor's rising tide of musical exposition that could fill crawls for several episodes.

[Bowze Coppa]

That elicited genuine laughter and she said, “You are the worst, Mister Coppa, I like you. Maybe one of these nights I might tell you the winning numbers and then I am going to hold you to that promise. Deal?”

She cleaned her hand and then extended to the nemoidian.

The nemoidian gave a jovial chuckle and grabbed her hand with his own, giving a firm handshake.

"Deal. Now, let's drink as new business partners!"

[Djanik]

Vaya watched the band, her antennapalps visibly grooving to the vocals. After a minute, she spoke up again.

"So what's your story, blue? I didn’t catch your name, and Pantoran family markings are a little too contemporary to be part of my area of expertise.”

Djanik managed to offer his name - "I'm Djanik, and I'm just a man of constant sorrows." A joking reference to old folk music. His face, bereft of family markings, with only the scars where tattoos might once have been, might have drawn additional comment, but then the song started.

She moved next to Djanik and sang, “You know you belong in me bed…” giving him a look as she was assisted onto the bar and continued singing. She walked carefully not spilling a glass but still keeping beat with the song before kneeling next to Daunt and sang, “I can’t get you off of my brain, feeling like it’s never enough…”

She lightly touched his chin and then continued singing coming down from the bar and making her way to the stage as the band stopped their acapella and she sang the rest of the song solo putting her heart and soul into the words.

And the forwardness of the merited a raised eyebrow and faint chuckle, a playful checking of his glass, as if to ensure someone hadn't put something unexpectedly potent inside. Playing along.

The music wasn't his style, but the woman had talent, so applauded the show like the rest of the bar, and it wasn't even perfunctory, but rather sincere.

Then the conversation swept off onto other tangents, leaving him largely behind.

Sipping very gingerly at his phosphorescent drink, he stayed in his role as a listener for the time being - not seeing any good place to interject, or any good reason to do so.

[Dapper Dog]

Vuxia accepted it his greeting and although she would have loved to drink she was busy handing out drinks and mixing drinks but she responded, “I wish I could drink to that, you’ll just have to take my raincheck for now, but it’s a deal Mister Coppa.”


Meanwhile Trion listened and then interjected with her soft voice, “If you want to hear something interesting come back here for the Utini Kids, I was skeptical about Jawa… and Jawa musicians but this group is just really talented and do some interesting aural designs and soundscapes. I don’t think I can do it justice by describing it.”

She gave a Daunt a look unsure of what talents he was referring to, but she smiled all the same and thankfully there was not a lecture on the subject, not that she didn’t like it but wow the girl was really in the weeds now. It was that kind of passion that inspired her.

She offered Djanik a smile and just felt the cool vibes and really felt like she had sparked some joy and happiness which gave her a warm feeling. It was better than… she put those thoughts aside as she glanced towards an empty table, or at least it was empty of someone she didn’t want to see.

She regained her smile and took another drink.

[Venator Praedae]

"Jabber!" The Jawa sticks out a hand in greeting, in a word that sounds surprisingly like Galactic Basic.


"At least that's what most folks here call me. It's a pleasure to meet you Pardner"

"Jabber huh? Good name. Wa brings ya do dese pards? Dun' Jawas usually live in de desserd?" Venator asks.

[Daunt]

Daunt sensed that his good lines had just ended. He didn't sigh because he wasn't disappointed. He wasn't raised to be a charmer, he was much more effective when his menacing face was coming to the fore but for both practical and moral reasons he was trying not to forcefully bend wills of those around him too casually. Brutality came with costs he was reluctant to keep paying.

Not that there had been any agenda behind him appreciating the singer, or showing interest in the Balosar for the record. If anything, the job was more on his mind than the companionship. And he doubted a stranger could give him the kind of presence he needed. For now there was just one woman who could. She was on his mind when he was finishing the drink. Inner calm was harder when she wasn't around.

Plus, he wasn't really able to keep up with Vaya; he was not made to overthink music.

Putting the tall glass down, with not even a smudge of blood on it as he had washed the glove meticulously, he rose. If there wasn't about to be any dancing, he might just consider trying to get some rest and preparing for the morning.

"Thank you again." He responded to Trion's smile with quiet words as his face had slipped back to more serious expressions, with lantern eyes picking up intensity.