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Open Roleplay Galooba juice [Coruscant night club]

Discussion in 'The Galaxy Roleplay' started by Iveta'Gal, Jun 5, 2015.

  1. Iveta'Gal

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    And – drop. The crowd roared as the beat dropped and base kicked in. None of their screams were heard however, as the music continued to blast across the entire club. Several people staggered around as they tried to steady themselves as the sound waves hit them, not helped by the drugs they had no doubt also taken. It was a ‘high class’ nightclub where entry was both expensive and exclusive. The reality of course was that the club was virtually indistinguishable between itself and any other filthy club with very dim lighting except for brightly colored strobes that hit the dance floor briefly blinding those that ventured into the sweaty mosh.


    "HEY.The next round is on me – buy everyone here by the bar a Galooba juice!"


    The group cheered as the bartender quickly began filling a number of empty glasses with a red liquid, similar in consistency and color to that of a human’s blood. Galooba juice, as it was known on the streets, was a mildly toxic alcoholic cocktail that had inconclusively killed a number of species in recent months, but still served with ice at an extortionate price tag. The effects were supposed to cause hallucinations, similar to that of dreams, and also provide extreme euphoria for a few hours. The effects of such a drink varied incredibly on the individual, species and most importantly how the bartender served it.


    The group toasted the free drinks before a new wave of arrivals began to fill the bar and take a glass or two each. The generous provider of these drinks was a short, rotund human that was dressed in a greasy blue suit and off white shirt. His head was almost spherical and along with his extra chins created a man almost unrecognizable as human. He was surrounded by a mob of different species, including two rodian that served as his security, and two female twi’lek that were his entertainment. Laughing, choking and spilling his drink, the fat man shouted once again.


    “Keep them coming, keep on serving! Help yourselves!”.
     
  2. Helius

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    Ord sat at one of the booths in the bar. He was a Corellian used to drinking, but he disliked the rumors of the Galooba juice. He was on Coruscant for business. He was hearing rumors of this and that of Jedi and of Sith. He wanted to see for himself.

    His attire was a traditional Corellian outfit that wasn't too flashy or attraction seeking. He hated gambling with his life in such a way. People often wanted to kill you in this Universe. Mainly because they wanted what was yours. His though belonged to his cargo fleet and the responsibilities of those who he claimed his own.

    Instead, he put a hand on his blaster at his side in case things got interesting because of the Galooba juice. He continued to sip his drink but raised a toast to the man who paid for the drinks.
     
  3. Iveta'Gal

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    The fat man raised his own glass to all those around him, his gaze ending with Ord who sat not too far. Noticing the drink Ord raised was not the illustrious Galooba, the man strutted over, a loud crack as he slammed a glass down on the table.

    “Hey BUDDY! One Galooba on the house!”

    The man smirked as he pushed the glass towards Ords face, forcing him to raise his hand defensively and take it. As the main continued to grin, the two Twi’lek swayed over and slid into the booth either side of Ord giggling.
     
  4. Helius

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    He watched the fat man come over to him and basically throw the Galooba juice at him. He sighed inwardly as he took it with his free hand. He didn't know what game this fat man was playing, but he didn't want any part of it... though, the Twi'lek were a nice addition to the place. He'd have to tread lightly if he wanted to get back to The Gambit.

    "
    Thank you, friend. What do I call you?"

    He sat the Galooba juice down on the table. He still had no intentions of drinking it.
     
  5. Iveta'Gal

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    The man gave a wide smirk as Ord took the drink, his smile so wide it seemed to strech across from ear to ear.

    "You can call me Deel. Please, drink up! I call a toast!"

    The man's eyes narrowed on Ord, his eyes looking somewhat sinister. The Twi'lek slid even close to Ord, their hands rubbing on his arms and shoulders. The two rodian guards stood both behind Deel, one laughing the other giving a nod of the head encouraging Ord to drink up.
     
  6. Helius

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    The fact that the fat man was smirking when Ord had taken the drink from his hands, made Ord incredibly suspicious. Something was odd in the way that this was all coming together, but Ord couldn't put his finger on it. It might have been his training as a Corellian officer kicking back in or maybe he was being paranoid. Paranoia was what kept a smuggler/entrepreneur alive after all.

    "Deel..."

    He said it mainly for him. It was hard to concentrate with these Twi'lek women moving up and down his arms and shoulders. It felt so good. He hadn't felt this way since... since when? He could hardly remember. Something about this was entirely too wrong. He looked at the man's eyes. He had seen a look like that before. But where? Why couldn't he remember? He hadn't taken any of the drink, and he hadn't given his name. That didn't seem to matter though.

    He mumbled under his breath as he was trying to figure out things.

    "If you like your toast, you can keep your toast."

    Rodians... Twi'lek... Fat man... What did it all mean? Blast it! He needed more time.
     
  7. Iveta'Gal

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    Deel watched as Ord murmured to himself and then suggested he could toast alone. Deel's wide smile began to twist until it was a frown. He stared at Ord gritting his teeth. It didn't matter what Ord's name was, he was a nobody. Deel on the other hand was someone important - the more important in fact. One of the Rodian stepped forward, placed his hands on the table and leaned over real close to Ord. He spoke but his words were hushed.

    "You better start drinking boy or you're going to upset him."

    The Rodian paused for a moment. It sounded an awful lot like a threat but the twi'lek simply giggled encouragingly.

    "Come on. You have that best juice in the house and the best company..."
     
  8. Helius

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    He only had one last card to play in his deck. He picked up the Galooba drink and began sloshing it around like he was drunk. He spilled it on everyone who was around him. He was trying to get rid of it as well as provide a distraction for himself. For added affect, he slowly began to slur his words.

    "Why I would never! I remember a time on ... well, I guess it doesn't matter the time. I swas on my way to pick up some drwoids. And I ... uh ... "

    He burped. Blushed. Smiled.

    "... Excqueese me. Drwinks twake spome time to quatch up twwo me."

    He hiccuped.

    "But twen they doo, I pwarty!"

    He began trying to take his shirt off with the hand that contained the Galooba Juice spilling even more.
     
  9. Iveta'Gal

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    As Ord began to sway around spilling his drink, the twi’lek squealed in disgust as he caught them with the sticky Galooba juice. Deel’s mouth dropped, his fists clenched and his face began to turn pink. His body began to shake as if building up to explode. Slowly his face turned shade of red until he very much did burst into laughter. His face developed into a darker red as he laughed and then choked giving, a deep throaty cough turning him even more red- could he breath?

    Suddenly a bang was heard. Then two more in quick succession. Blood shot out of the man’s blubber filled chest and Ord would find two visible bullet holes on the table just about where his legs were. Had Ord he been hit? Did Ord feel pain? It seemed not. The fat man’s eyes widened as he leaned forwards against the table trying to hold himself up before just collapsing lifelessly on the floor.

    The twi’leks screamed, soon everyone began to scream and part the area. Since the man was shot in the chest and the bullets ended their path somewhere on the table, it gave a trajectory pointing to a balcony within the club. Should Ord look up he would see Iveta’Gal, in her glimmering blue armour in view. Whereas everyone seemed to be moving, she was the only figure that did not.
     
  10. Helius

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    Ord did not like seeing a man burst into blood in front of him. He quickly dropped the Galooba juice and withdrew his blaster. He quickly scanned the area to find Iveta'Gal standing in her blue armour. He did not move. He did not shoot. He waited. Iveta'Gal had done him a favor after all.

    Deel was getting annoying. He had the time he needed, but now it seemed that he had an even greater problem. Would Iveta'Gal shoot him? It didn't seem like he was the target, but there were some military strategists in this universe who killed the bystanders to draw in the targets they wanted. Though... he hadn't seen Iveta'Gal before or even encountered her before. Strange days, strange times, he supposed. He guessed the neighborly thing to do was...

    He nodded, and took his free hand picking up the drink he had previously been drinking before the Galooba juice and raised it in salute.

    Hell, might as well...
     
  11. Iveta'Gal

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    As Ord raised his glass up it would suddenly shatter, small shards of glass spraying the table and booth. Fortunately the bullet was aimed for the top of the glass leaving Ord without a scratch - so long as he didn't then try to take a sip from the broken glass. The bounty hunter lowered her pistol and backed away into the shadows. This was no ordinary hit. It needed to be public. It needed to be a spectacle. It delivered just that.

    The club was now virtually empty and Ord would be greeted by two seemingly human bouncers, both almost as wide as they were tall. In the mean time Iveta'Gal calmly made her way into another room which lead to the stair case for the roof top. Once reaching the top of the stairs and the roof of the building, her bike would be there waiting for her escape.
     
  12. Helius

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    Ord just shook his head.

    What a waste of a good drink. Well, nothing else to be done here.

    He went with the bouncers outside. He was careful to step over any bodies that got in the way. Perhaps those that were on the floor were trampled to death by their fellow patrons. It was a sorry state. Fear had killed them. Well, that and panic had killed them as well. Ord just needed some time to think about his future plans. This wasn't exactly what he was looking for, but news that a new killer on the block was some tasty news for Coruscant. Though, he didn't think the killer needed any help in that department.

    He sighed and went to a speeder outside. He was going to have a hard time explaining this one to authorities. Best that he didn't. He zoomed off towards The Gambit.
     

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