Log:Two Togruta Walk Into a Bar
Two Togruta Walk Into a Bar
Location: The Blue Light
Participants: Mandl, Valko Tosha, Rheisa Dirleel, Dash Rendar, Woz Wrenx
Just another night at the Blue Light, in Nar Shaddaa's Corellian district. Always busy, always /the/ place to hang for most of the district's locals. Occasionally though, they have to tolerate some inexperienced lightweights (at least this duo is polite!). And so begins our story:
Mandl, either past timidity or a borderline alcoholic, moves surely into and throughout the 'Blue Light.' Well ... waddles. It tops a stool after a long look around, not at this instant registering known faces. It signals the bartender for Corellian ale, further signalling 'room temperature,' and requests a straw politely enough. "Mandl had not noticed before, but ... no light here is blue. Hnh."
Togruta are not a very common species on Nar Shaddaa, but there's a disproportionate number of them in here now, at the bar. Two of them, anyway, male and female, one large, one smaller... who look as though whatever they've been drinking, they've probably had enough of it. OR HAVE THEY. Valko is close enough to Mandl to hear him start bithing about the color of the lights, which prompts him to tilt his stripey head upwards, and then look around. "Rrrrrheisa," he eventually marks in mild surprise, "There's no blue lights!"
Ok, ok, so she was /just/ here yesterday night to collect her weekly, freebie portion of meat byproduct from the kitchen. It's good to know people who are somebody...a tiny part of the time. But she's back. Braving the noxious smoke smells, the overwhelming density of bodies in motion, the thump thump music taunting her core with the vibrating air...why? She doesn't remember.
"KO?" Rheisa exclaims, maybe unnecessarily loud, but she's also forgotten the necessary proportion of her voice volume to the rest of the establishment's. Squinting upward as well, she keeps an anchoring hold on the edge of the bartop because dammit, gravity's got a hold of that dangly dangly, excessive weight sprouting off her skull. The lean is costly in that it tips her accompanying quarterstaff (aka crutch) off balance, which in turn topples with a loud (not that loud) BANG onto the floor and underfoot of passerby. The curator of art looks scandalized, staring at the ceiling and its not-blue lights.
Mandl startles. Easily, it would seem. "Curator! Are you attempting to treat your injuries with greater-than-recommended doses of alcoholic beverage? Trust Mandl when Mandl says liver-pain does not ... drown out ... all other pains. In some cases they are magnified. MAGNIFIED."
"It's okay. I got it," Valko promises to nobly retrieve Rheisa's accompanying quarterstaff (aka crutch), pouring himself to his feet, and pausing when Mandl addresses the lady. "OH, no, no one here is self medicating!" Really, Val? Really? Brightly, he assures, "Neither of us are in any danger of cirrhosis! ...For now!"
"Mandlll!" Rheisa chirrups with an uncharacteristically over-the-top dash of cheer adjusting her leaning to do so in its direction - which Valko's kinda in the way of, so sorry for the sideways head bump-probably you aren't concussed. "No, no ssssrosees." Because Valko said so. He's smart. She, on the other hand, is belatedly wearing a giddy grin in the wake of the montral *CLUNK*, and quiet laughter chuffs in her chest. A finger lifts to tap her own lips. "Sssh. Am done with gallery work, for day. Umak is play with friends, is okay!" And to prove how 'ok' it is, she delicately wraps one hand around the thick mug of yellowed....milk? And lifts it upright - UPRIGHT!! - to toast before siping back a couple small swallows.
Mandl nods. "Every person needs 'self-having time.' Is true." Mandl delicately *clinks* glasses with Rheisa before taking another long *ssshhloorp!*
Clunk. They've knocked their ridiculous heads together; Rheisa laughs, it surprises a laugh out of Valko, who picks up the staff before it can trip everyone else in here, offering it back to Rheisa's custody. "Introduce me to your friend," he indicates Mandl with a tilt of his head, then belatedly studies the Bith to try to decide if he's actually met the guy before. Yes... no.... they all look the same? Is that racist?! rather than struggle with moral quandary, he just introduces himself anyway. "Hello. I'm Valko. Mandl, was it?"
Mandl extends a six-fingered, triple-jointed pink hand. "Mandl B'rot. Am geologist, planetary ecologist for Waywards."
"Him put sticks on my knee and bacta on tongue" which was skewered on her fang by the downward collision with treebranch, "when I fall out of trrrree," Rheisa casually informs while licking the crackling milk stache off her upper lip. Oops. Only then does she remember that /she/ specifically instructed Kadi - who met Valko on one humiliating traipse through the wood before - not to tell Dr Tosha, because ....well, hell. Now she /does/ feel stupid. The muffled giggling stops and she stares pointedly into the hollowing depths of her stein. Almost time for another! "I get good feathers for Meep house."
The male Togruta returns the handshake, with a polite dip of his montrals, a little bit over-careful in the way that people are when they're moving through time and space slightly intoxicated. "A geologist. Ecologist. This is fascinating!" he enthuses, and seems genuine about it. "My name is Valko Tosha, I'm a doctor at Wayside clinic on-- what?" he turns and blinks at Rheisa. He's drinking the same thing she is, that fermented... milk... thing. They're obligate carnivores, they get tore up how they can. "You fell out of a trrree?" he echoes, bit more Togruta purr to the words than their normally is in his quite humanlike accent. He processes this, then asks, "What tree?" like that's somehow relevant.
Mandl says, "In park. Was Mandl's party, re-christening the ship Mandl has bought. Mz. Dirleel was hunting? There were missteps."
"The trrrree with egg nest," Rheisa mumbles/bubbles back through her boozy dairy, looking anywhere but at Valko's incredulous query. So she's not perfect. Gravity's a bitch. BIG DEAL! It is a big deal, it's totally a big deal, it's awful. Sluuuuuuurp. And then one finger is sliiiiiiiding it over the top toward the tenders' side. "Is fine. I get eggs." And promptly busted them with her tits upon impact with branches 1 and 2.
"What," Val says again, intelligently, tennis-watching between Mandl and Rheisa as they provide pieces of the story. "And you mended her injuries? In what manner was she hurrrrt?" he asks the Bith, out of what seems, perhaps, professional curiosity. OR JUDGEMENT. Then he returns his attention to Rheisa, who's getting a slow, fangy grin. "You fell out of the tree getting eggs." Just makin' sure he has the story right, yup. "Were they at least good eggs? Werrre they worrrth it?"
Mandl says, "Cuts and bruises, doctor, and a minor fracture in left leg. Tongue-piercing. Has Mz. Dirleel inserted a dumbbell? Kept it?" Mandl cranes neck to check. Not very far, Bith heads are impossibly large...
Jovial Rheisa is now surly looking and somehow bristly, despite her smooth, smooth skin. "Umak thought they was good," or whatever goop the kid scraped out of her shirt while being returned to his concussed mother. She doesn't remember how the egg she sucked out while still IN the tree tasted. As her hand closes around her refill, she catches Mandl leaning in for an invasive squint and so mirrors the act in reverse, which puts her balance in danger again for the sake of personal bubbles which until this second, really haven't existed for the 'gruta. "What. What is 'dumbell'?"
Mandl makes itty-bitty with fingers. Maybe two, three centimeters. "Earring for hole in tongue? Is bad joke, Mandl trying to turn tragedy into opportunity."
"A /frrracture/?" Valko purrs, but he's a little drunk, and off work, so he just sort of seems curious and interested, rather than worried or leaping to shove his stripey friend into a space x-ray machine. "Really? How's your leg? Is it okay?" She starts to leeeean back away from Mandl, and he reaches an arm around her shoulders and rear head-tail in an effort to keep her from toppling over. "Stick out your tongue," he encourages. "Mi och."
Valko Tosha (Val) pages: I'm drunk and touching her, it's the Raim summoning dance
Mandl shrugs. "Small break, Mandl conjectures. Should *stay off of leg,* Mandl advises. But medicine is only one of Mandl's eight dozen hobbies, Mandl's degrees are in ecology and resource management and explosives and geology and computer science and--"
Mandl continues listing, some in Bith.
WHAT IS THIS!? Suddenly reclined in beefy Tosha arm, Rheisa freezes all efforts to escape scrutiny. Obediently, out comes the tongue, all 6, glorious, purply inches of it. Yup, that's a tongue! Designed to keep food caught. And in this case, it's coated in delectable, fermented milk. Mmmmmmmmmmmm
"Eg esh ine. Ame es llllaays," she says, around the tongue with a point to her right leg. The forever bum leg. And in goes the tongue. "Was already brrrroken inside, before trrrree. Pit trrrrap stick." Another botched hunt fail, a whole star system away.
Mandl has such huge, massive.....! EDUCATIONAL ACCOMPLISHMENTS. And Valko looks, actually, pretty impressed. He's got a drink in one hand and an arm around Rheisa, listening to the many, many fields of expertise and eventually replying with. "So what'rrre you doing later?" He does admire Rheisa's tongue, while keeping her from falling off the chair, and sticks his own out back at her. It looks much the same. "Well, I'm glad you're alright," he decides, with an uncharacteristic lack of spazzing, but eh, he's tipsy, and she's been alright up until now. "If it still hurts more than usual in a week, you know where to find me, yes?"
Mandl says, "Mandl does not sleep? Perhaps another Corellian ale and then routine monitoring of Mandl's astromech. Had personality surgery. Then a pot of caff and six or seven technical journals, then teaching oneself more of a new language, then target-practice..."
A brief resurrection of amusement smiles in response to his also not-barbeled tongue. "Am..." Oh. Oh, he wasn's asking her. Rheisa gets really quiet and collects herself back upright in her seat, both hands wrapping around stein, which she lowers her face to, rather than lift it. Her head bobs into an equally obedient nod. "I know where." Such a disappointed tone. SLuurp.
Mandl's plan, his plandl if you will, surprises a laugh out of Valko, who seems to approve of all of it. "You are such an unlikely person to have met in a place like Nar Shaddaa, Mandl," he replies, "But I wish you luck in your endeavorrrs, all of them, and I hope that they bring you the peace of a mind that is engaged in meaningful purrrrsuit." He takes another drink of whatever he is holding, only to discover that the cup is empty, boo. So he leans back toward the bar, where there's a bottle of the milky stuff, and leeeeans to pour it, there would be less leaning required if he let go of Rheisa, but he still seems sure he's got to keep her from falling off the stool. She gets a grin, and in fact, she does get her own, "What are /you/ doing later?"
Mandl slurps demurely.
Valko Tosha is near the bar with an arm around Rheisa; both are drinking some kind of milky alcohol and neither is totally sober. Mandl is slurping his/her/their/its beverage demurely, absorbing praise for his/her/their/its enormous intellect and full schedule.
Mandl has warm Corellian ale! Mmm-mmm, British.
"Mandl! Hide me behind your giant head!" Dash Rendar shouts as he bolts into the room. He scurries over to the Bith and nearly careens into the bar, 'oofing' as he catches himself with his hands. A look to the Bith and he says, "There's an angry farmer with a lot of daughters and he's really mad at how persuasive I am." His eyes scan the bar and fall on the female Togruta, "Oh, hey, Rheisa. Thanks for dinner last night. It was...nearly edible by human standards."
Now there's just confusion. In all fairness, it isn't difficult to confuse one who lives by a typically simple set of rules. And when her lightweight self has had one, whole, maybe 3 percent ABV beverage....oh man.
Rheisa blinks upward and around, squinting at a just slightly out of focus - no wait there he is - Valko. Hahhahaha, how could she misplace that big set of montrals? One eye, at least, remains perfectly in focus - cyber eye, courtesy of Raim. The other catches up eventually. "What I am doing?" Sleeping? Man, that sounds lame. Hm. Plugging Raim into the wall? Lamer. Shit. "Maybe find snack." It's the best she can do in such a panic.
Woz Wrenx arrives from the Entertainment Plaza.
.....and then there's Dash. Rheisa leans aside, peering over the mound of Valko shoulder and down. "....What are you doing?"
Woz Wrenx Walks in touching something in his ear
Mandl does a quick calculation, then positions itself to hide as much of Dash as is feasible from clear view of the door. Mandl's posture becomes elbow-on-the-bar, drink tended nervously, stirring ... Mandl's silhouette is ample, for Dash-hiding purposes. "Try not to move," it whispers, helpfully.
Woz Wrenx Walks across the bar and notices a Bith in scout armor sitting at the bar with his elbow on the bar. Woz walks over to him.
Valko Tosha is near the bar with Rheisa, and Dash has just come, shall we say, dashing in. It's a mad dash. But he looks dashing. He really does. It's unexpected to say the least, however, and since the only goal in Val's slightly drunk mind right now is to keep Rheisa from falling off her stool, he gasps and moves to grab her with the other arm now too, like a big bear hug, as he tries to process the words he's hearing. "Farmer?" he echoes, "The Ithorian??"
"As I informed our huge-headed friend, I'm hiding," Dash answers Rheisa, peering back over his shoulder. "You're a life-saver, Mandl. How's it goin'? You should buy me a drink." His fingers drum along the surface of the bar.
"I met a lovely gaggle of beautiful rustic university students when I was last on Corellia, and they wanted to see my ship, right? Well, one thing led to another and now there dad is super mad at me and I might have like...five more kids. How was I supposed to know he had a spaceship!?" A look to Valko and he asks, "You work out, man? You're jacked. Good on you."
Mandl sips its drink, demure. No sir, no aiding and abetting going on here. Mandl looks lost in thought, which given the size of its head, is neither impossible nor looks particularly easy to find one's way out of.
Mmmf. Well, Rheisa's suddenly quite snug. The fact that no amount of gravitational disturbance could possibly dismount her from this stool at this moment is testimony to Dash's observation of Valko's musculature. Ruffled headtails relax and curl also a bit demurely, but it's not for Dash and his efforts to preserve his genetic line's benefit. "Five little ones?" /She/ sounds impressed now. "Why is this bad thing?" Oh dear, sweet Rheisa.....One hand blindly fishes for her mug while she tries to not go cross-eyed this close to Valko and his intoxicatingly blue lek stripes.
But being this close reminds her of something.
"How is the itchy spots!?" she suddenly blurts, free hand patting against his back, where once there was cantankerous welt.
Woz Wrenx walks up to the bar and tries to get the bartender's attention, "Haay Haaiii, Cun Ay git uh trink?" he says in a broken and hard to understand basic. trys again as the barkeep ignores him
Mandl raises finger, indicates its beer. Then 'two.' One for Dash and one for Woz.
"Mandl is not going to buy you a drink," Valko protests at Dash, despite that Mandl just did that, "Look at him, he's like... he's..." his voice drops to a whisper, "He's /thinking/." Mandl might not be a he, but he got slapped with that pronoun in this instance. "I think that human man was trrrying to get your attention," he adds to the Bith, referring to Woz. Then he looks back to Dash, and blinks, and then looks down at himself, back up. "Oh... what... yeah, I do." Awkward pause. "Thank you." Then he seems to realize he's suffocating Rheisa, and lets her go, with a grin. "Better. So much better. Next time I will not disappoint you." Pause, then, "Probably."
Mandl says, "Beers on Mandl. For all."
"I'm not really the...paternal type, I guess. But they'll be great single mothers. Very strong wills. And hands," Dash explains. Looking at the male Togruta, he says, "You should show me your regiment. I gotta bulk up if I'm gonna be fighting off angry fathers." A look to Woz and he offers the man a half-salute.
Mandl says, "I am astonished the computer assigned to distribute your genetic material certified five peer-reviewed dispensations at once! Dash Rendar's genes must be exemplary!"
"When is next time?" Because who cares about a busted knee? Rheisa doesn't care. That's who. "Am hungry now?" She transfers her suddenly doe-eyed stare off Valko's pores - omg she can breathe again - and glances aside to the new arrival at the bar, soon to be served by Mandl's generosity. "Maybe come to agreement for brrrreeding first with the families of these women, so it is not a problem," she advises the cowering Dash. Cuz it's not always easier to ask for forgiveness than permission. *Sluuuuurp*coughsputter. Wrong pipe.
"I, er," Valko doesn't seem to know how to process the interest into his neurotic weightlifting. "It's nothing special... I mean... rrreeally... you look fine.. You look great. You're very handsome," he replies, before, oh, out of drink again, he goes to pour and it's so much less steady this time. As for Rheisa, Val raises a brow and eyes the leg he suspects she fractured. "When that feels better?"
"Damn right," Dash responds to Mandl, accompanied with a sick finger-pistol and a wink. "Hindsight is twenty-twenty, gorgeous," Dash says to Rheisa. "Mandl, you see a mean-looking Wroonian with a moustache and a pitchfork?" A look to Valko and the Corellian remarks, "And I wanna stay handsome. That's why I gotta be ready for a knock-down drag-out, you know?"
If there is an angry father coming for Dash, he hasn't arrived yet. After all, this might just be an elaborate ruse to get a free drink out of Mandl.
Mandl says, "What do Wroonans look like?"
Dash Rendar says, "Blue."
Mandl checks the bar. Checks around. Gets up, waddles off to check, presumably, corners. Perhaps restrooms. "Wroonan? Wroonan? Excuse me, sir. Ma'am. Any Wroonians?"
Rheisa watches Valko's pour and sputters into another laugh. "You think he is /handsome/?" she seeks clarification, pointing not so stealthily at curly-furred Dash down there. And then the hand not holding her own drink sneaks over to probablynotstealthily take possession of that which he just sloppily poured.
Valko Tosha's drink is super mysteriously missing, now, man, what is a guy to do. He doesn't try to reclaim it, but he does try to take Rheisa's cup for his own if she's gonna take his. And another caaaaaareful (drunk) attempt to pour begins. "Well, I mean -- for a human? Right?" he encourages Rheisa. "He has nice hair that's done up to look like he doesn't carrre about it, buuuuuut," he holds up an index finger, "HE DOES, you can tell that he does, and he has that face-hair at 'I'm exiting but not homeless' level, and his features are, you know, more or less symmetrical, he's handsome. Could work out more though."
Woz Wrenx Notices the Bith's hand gestures and salutes and understands them as the Bith stands and starts to walk the floor as if looking for something, Woz thanks him, "Tankoo". His attention goes back to the bartender that walks up to him and Woz gestures as if grabbing a vessel and bringing it up to his mouth. The bartender nods and returns and hands Woz a glass and walks away, leaving a pissed off Woz hold a glass of Bantha milk.
Mandl says, "Hnh."
"Sithspit! Mandl!" Dash shouts as his partner in crime disappears to search out the enemy. Being the quick thinker that he is, Dash does his best to dive over the bar. Unfortunately, Dash's fashionable boots latch onto one of the barstools and the momentum he'd gathered swings the scoundrel's head around to smack firmly on the countertop behind the bar. So, like a bag of space potates, the dashing rogue ends slumps behind the bar, unconscious.
Witness to all of this is the newly arrived Wroonian farmer, a scowl on his face.
Mandl tests his Melee:unarmed skill at a 100 difficulty.
+SUCCESS+ (41).
Mandl spots a Wroonan! "Ah! Excuse me, sir! This is for you!" Waddle up, *cold-cock!*
NO. NO YOU HAVE HAD ENOUGH, VALKO TOSHA! Both of Rheisa's hands clench in effort to retain possession of both mugs now, as she continues to stare, a little agape, at Valko as though he's suddenly become more alien than she. What the hell is he talking about, hair styles and....and working out? A veil is perhaps lifting....or only thickening as her brain struggles to process. "S...sym met ry is not everything," she scoffs feebly, one whom the gods must've drunkenly painted in the womb, from her neck-down. Stupid splotches.
And then 'handsome' Dash dashes his head and slumps into a meat pile and she can't help but to smirk. An elbow bends to nudge at Valko's ribs. "Look how prrretty his face is when he drool." Tcha. Stupid, overfornicated human. But, because she knows Val's got that heart of gold, she won't poke around his perfect mouth for some perfectly shined, gold teeth to steal. The mugs are begrudgingly relinquished after a final swig so she can stand on sort of firm feet and prepare herself to assist in carting the fellow off to Wayside, or whatever.
Valko Tosha tests his Constitution skill at a 120 difficulty.
-Failed- (-34).
You test your Constitution skill at a 120 difficulty.
-Failed- (-37).
-(OOC)- Valko Tosha says, "We're shitfaced." -(OOC)- Rheisa Dirleel snnnnnnnnnnnzzzzzz into Val's shoulder, on the floor -(OOC)- Dash Rendar says, "Hey, that's my man!"
"What? Rheisa. You're beautiful. You're so beautiful," Valko is so drunk. But apparently when he's drunk he sincerely thinks everyone is good looking. Dash. Rheisa. Probably
Mandl. Probably the Wroonian. Everyone. "You're clever and you have gold in your eyes and fire in your heart and a little bit of it warms everyone you meet. Everyone. Even me, and I'm really stupid," Valko gushes, trying to get a cup, any cup, back. Halfheartedly. He then pauses, and blinks, "...Where did he go?" he asks of Dash, and then belatedly notices the pretty face drooling on the floor. "Oh, shit, he needs a doctor."
Mandl jumps up-and-down! "This one! Also requires... oh, Mandl can."
"Owwwwwwww," Dash groans.
Woz Wrenx reacts to the blue milk splashing as the redhead's head smacks with a thud on the countertop behind the bar. Woz, alarmed, stands and leans over to see the man's body slumped and not moving. Quickly he jerks his head towords the others and he sees a Togruta female clenching two mugs. "Whut duh fook iz go'n ooon?" he blurs out in suprise as he grips his swirling glass of milk.
Mandl treats the unconscious farmer's injuries, hoping he'll not ... notice ... the Bith-prints on his face. Quiet as a mouse, nothing shady going on here *at all,* la-la-la-deet-deet...
"Who's that guy?" Dash asks, having pulled himself up onto his feet. He looks over the downed Wroonian and tilts his head, "Yeah, that's not him, Mandl." He smacks his lips and does his best to crawl back over the bar, knocking people’s beers and space peanuts onto the floor.
Rheisa resumes staring at Val like the lad's lost his mind. But...but he thinks she's beautiful? Sniff. She /can/ be clever, even if she can't do hard maths, or spell intelligently in the uneccessarily long, written Aurebesh language. And she does have fire in her heart. She does. And -- and dammit here, one hand thrusts a mug back at him before he can get too concerned about the breathing, vocalizing Dash down there. (See? Clever)
"This man," she points at the disappeared, reappearing semi conscious Dash, "hiding from man I think Mandl find, over there" a point in the opposite direction, "Because he make babies with that man's daughters?" The questioning tone is warranted, as she doesn't entirely understand it herself, and while Woz's accent is a bit off, hers is, too, though probably because it ain't her first language. "Hims fall. Me and Valko Tosha just here to have drink," she pets at Val's arm twice, after missing once. *slurrp* Meanwhile, her perpendicularity to the floor has adjust by a 10 degree angle or so.
Valko lets Rheisa summarize the state of affairs -- two drunk Togruta, one helpful if terrifying Bith, one downed Wroonian, one groggy Dash -- while he takes a drink and then a really unsteady step toward Dash. Rheisa is not the only one roughly 10 degrees off upright. "Sir. Sir," he greets the downed spacer. "Do you rrrrequire medical attention?" He pauses, then, "If you do let me know and I'll call the Bith, okay, because I rreally don't think I can hit your veins right now." He sways, then blinks at Rheisa, his blue stripes flushed a little darker than usual. "How much did we drink?"
Mandl says, "All of it, Mandl thinks."
"What? No, gross," Dash responds to Valko's offer of medical attention. "Gross," he reiterates. Finally back on the other side of the bar, he straightens out his jacket and looks towards the Bith, saying, "Good try, though." A look to the two Togruta and he says, "Did you know that Bith don't sleep? Isn't that weird?" With that, he starts wandering towards the door, hand putting some pressure on the newly-acquired gash on his forehead.
Mandl says, "What do you wish done with the father, Dash?"
Woz Wrenx jumps back as the man who once layed on the floor of the otherside of the bar revies after reciving medical attention and begins to climb over the bar, knocking drinks and bowls of peanuts onto the floor, including his glass of Bantha milk. Woz turns his attention from the splashing of liquids to the tall male Togruta with rusty orange skin color who takes a step towards the redhead with fashionable boots. Woz mumbles, "Ima oot oof hea," to himself and bolts out the exit.
Rheisa looks mildly embarrassed, herself, but only after Valko raises the alarm within. She considers his question for a disturbingly long time, maybe getting lost halfway through the thought process and having to reboot. Her mind's wandered in a few different directions, at the moment. "I..no. Nah grre," she concludes with a shrug of feigned indifference. And then she'd have hit Mandl with some glowering, laser beam eyes for threatening to spoil their fun with facts, if she could aim worth a damn. 10 degrees becomes twenty, but in the opposite direction, and this time she's got an arm out to steady poor Val (uh huh) before /he/ falls over. Everyone's bailing suddenly and the sudden shifts in her spatial map are almost too much to handle.
"Ehtutu, agu, ge..." her head shrugs aside towards the booth-lined wall, because those seats look way more comfortable and accomodating and dark and quiet and suitable as far as dens-in-a-pinch go. So come along, friend! You've been conscripted into the Dirleel pack. She leans but forgets to also step, while attempting to guide Val in that direction. Suddenly, it seems so far away. "baij..." a yawn both disrupts and completes the word.
Mandl says, "Mandl will learn much about hangover-curing cocktails tonight..."
Nooooo Rheisa is falling! Valko makes another sloshed effort to catch her, but it's just sort of a drunk-ass hug that might be more about propping them both up rather than a rescue of the damsel in distress. Dash is okay, and doesn't need medical attention. The Wroonian is... Valko forgot about him. "Mandl?" he asks, remembering the Bith's name after some effort. "Can you call us a cab?" Manners! "Please?"
Mandl punches up a cab-call for Rheisa and Valko. "Cab is enroute, Doctor." Mandl submerges Mandl's punching hand in a glassful of ice.
"Naaaah," Rheisa muffle-whines into Val's civvie shirt collar, well aware that the slightest mistep might result in both toppling. Life is about nurturing the fragile balances - this much she knows. Sometimes, the 'balance' is a literal issue. Her flattened nostril produces an attractive wheeze, for sure. "Comrrro..." A sigh reverses the flutter of fabric. "Is fun. No trrrrouble." Unless her 'not mate' mate happened to show up, of course. Poor inebriated Val wouldn't stand a chance! Nor would she, frankly.
You sense: Valko Tosha smells like Hospital, he always does -- bacta, antiseptic, blood, Togruta dude. It's really not great, bacta is a gross smell, but hey, it's a unique combo.
"Thank you so much." Valko seems to mean it. "You're so beautiful, Mandl. You're a beautiful person. You have the best brain. The /best/ brrrain. I would not have to use the medical drrroid for really strange xenobiology questions if I had half, a quarter, a.. sixteenth... thirty-second... /verry/ small fraction of your massive genius brain." See, everyone gets gushing. He continues to cling to Rheisa, waiting for the cab, which he's making no effort to look outside and spot. "No trouble," he echoes Rheisa, and then yawns.
It's the togruta dude smell (and maybe the blood because hey, hungry) that makes all the other crap smells worth inhaling. Is there a tiny family life she's obligated to return home to tonight? Yes. But she can have her moment, especially now in the full throes of a kerblasted cycle that's once again being wasted and once again left her doomed for frustration beyond appeasing. One day. One day her new heart will come and she can have more options and more complications that come with said options. And maybe it'll be as rhythmic and reliable as Val's thudding away there.
Thumpathumpathumpa...
It's a soothing sound. Sensation. A subsonic vibration shudders through headtails and chest alike. Happy. Sleepy happy.
Mandl inhales deeply of the dude-smell.
Rheisa, on the otherhand, smells far less sterile. She smells like paint and earthen clay, wood shavings and leaves, a hint of alleygrime/dumpster, and girly hormones. Sugar and spice and everything nice, baby.
Valko Tosha has enough dude smell for everybody, not to worry. Bacta, antiseptic dude smell. Mmm. He peeks towards the door and then sort of shuffles that way, trying to lead Rheisa with him without their precarious house of drunk cards falling over. "Do you need a ride? Do you want to share a cab?" he offers magnanimously to Mandl, cause who would want to miss out on that. "I think we're probably hydrated enough not to throw up until later, so it'll be alright, if you want to, if you need a ride home. She's going to... Lehtera street? Dacon Tower? I'm going to knuckle street."
Mandl cranes neck. Is Dash conscious? Mandl says, "Mandl will come, yes." Mandl hops down off barstool.
Valko Tosha tests his Dexterity skill at a 134 difficulty.
+SUCCESS+ (29).
-(OOC)- Valko Tosha says, "Oh man I'm so competent" -(OOC)- Valko Tosha says, "Lemme put an IV in u" -(OOC)- Valko Tosha says, "Rheisa hold still"
Separation: it's not one of Rheisa's strong suits. In fact, it's possibly among her top ten things to hate about Nar, or about any 'outsider' societal norm, in general. Why should she have to abandon one member of the ever-expanding 'pack' to go spend time with another? Especially scary nighttime. That's the worst time to be alone, or among scant numbers. Why can't everyone just do the smart thing and pile up together for sleep and do /everything/ together and---the cab's here for real, though. Had it been? Is that what started this train of thought? *SIGH*
Rheisa shuffles along with, coordinated /enough/ to not entangle her own feet together. But it's a slow limp shuffle. Also, where'ed the staff go? She had it once, right? RIGHT? One eye peeps open to meet Mandl's approach and look past it. HER STAFF! Buddy...."Set!" (wait!) she commands via a suddenly panicked bark in their native tongue. Her launch in the correct direction requires a little boost, of course, so Val's meaty chest gets a /gentle/ shove to propel her in the right direction. Stagger armflail she's GOT this. Yes. Fingers latch onto the lethal walking stick and then she's reeling around just as frantically to return to the sweetly sloshed bull before he and Mandl can either accidentally wander too far or intentionally leave her ass here. She has experience in such unfortunate partings.
"Where are you goooooing, we're going with Mandl, okay, Mandl is a really, really responsible person," Valko declares about the Bith he met not very long ago, and is apparently prepared to swear fealty to now. "We have to go in the cab and-- oh, /teamworrrrkings/, yeah, I -- oh, your stick. Okay." He trails after Rheisa like a lost kitten until she recovers her staff, and then attempts a renewed effort to herd her back towards the door and the space uber. "It's okay," Valko assures. "It's okay, 33% of us know what we're doing."
Mandl herds. To the cabulator!
"That is a big number," Rheisa nods in agreement to Val's logic. Thirty-three. There were only half that many adults over the age of thirty-three in her pack, last she knew. And she's twenty-thhhhhhhhour? 2 cycles down, on this crappy moon. She's twenty-four! Also a decently big number. Age, mortality, lack of drink in hand and strange cab on approach. Also, a blast of stinkier air as they make it outside. Her buzz is swiftly dying. Just in case it returns with vengeance, the 'gruta woman resumes a grip on Valko's arm with her free hand. Just in case. "Dacon Tower," she belatedly replies to an earlier question, then burps. Not so demurely. WHOOPS. Even her own eyes go wide with surprise. But she's hydrated enough, right?
Probably? She's probably hydrated enough? Valko, gentleman that he is, opens the door of the space uber for Rheisa, after trying and failing to get at it twice, and probably requiring instruction and assistance from Mandl, the Adult. "Rheisa," Val says, speaking Togruta now, earnest... only slightly unfocused. So sincere. "I will still think you're clever and a good person even if you throw up on me in this cab. It's okay. People throw up on me all the time." He beams at her, and then, these sweet and inspiring words issued, follows her into the cab that will take their inebriated stripey asses to their respective homes.
Rheisa Dirleel is without a doubt melted into a twitchy state of sleep by the time they hit the first stop and more Mandl assistance may be required to unravel the knot of limbs and lekku that is zonked Rheisa.
In conclusion:
-(OOC)- Rheisa Dirleel says, "hooray!" -(OOC)- Rheisa Dirleel says, "No one threw up and no one died!" -(OOC)- Rheisa Dirleel says, "BUT NO RAIM" -(OOC)- Valko Tosha says, "I deeply wish there'd been Raim" -(OOC)- Valko Tosha says, "I mean, I'd die, but" -(OOC)- Valko Tosha says, "It'd be great" -(OOC)- Rheisa Dirleel snorts -(OOC)- Rheisa Dirleel says, "Audible frown times 10" -(OOC)- Valko Tosha says, "Even more audible than the frown, the blaster fire"
(We missed you, Raim)
