A Mandolorian Pastime. Rp. (Day 3 EN to MN)

[Evencious]

The drink had been flowing for a while now, and most of the crew were well and truly drunk. Rowan sat in a nearby corner a content smile on his lips. He had been drinking steadily, but didn't seem any worse for it. The other members of the family were scattered around the lounge and even Alister and Inali had put in a appearance.

No one seemed to want to miss it after all.

[Rose Sorenn]

Someone had put a large cup of sparkling water in Rose’s hand and instructed her to drink up. She wasn’t looking any worse for wear, apart from an uncharacteristic glassiness to her sparkling green eyes. She moved with lithe confidence, even in her compromised state, her limbs well trained to behave under all sorts of circumstances.

“Did I ever tell you about the time I shot a chadra-fan?” she loudly asked anyone who would listen. “Can you imagine a chadra-fan pissing someone off? I mean, I can’t, and I shot one. How could anyone be angry at those cute little fluff-faces? with their piggy-bat-snoots?” the redhead crooned. “Not so cute with a hole in its head, of course, but business is business, and that chadra-fan did some baaaaaad things, believe me.” Rose’s hands were prone to fluttering restlessly when she spoke, but now she was throwing them around in grand gestures, a little water sloshing out of her cup, completely unnoticed by the gunslinger.

[Axel Ward]

Axel was hunched in a deep chair. His eyelids were heavy, such that he seemed barely awake. He'd had rather a lot to drink after all. Still, he seemed at least semi-alert.

"Whuzuuuuuuuup." He muttered as someone passed by. "Hey, I'm talking to... I was saying... hey you." He chuckled. "Whuzuuuuuuuuuuuup."

Grunting, he settled more heavily into his chair.

[Phoebe Wren]

Phoebe didn't really understand the concept of "dressing up" as most people did. Her life on Concordia hadn't really given her any idea of it other than wearing Mandalorian armor, and the years after had been a mix of slumming it and working in the field... places that did not really give any sense of fashion.

So she was dressed in a tight-fitting tank top, shorts, thigh-highs, and comfortable shoes, with her utility belt still on with the goo-gun in the holster on her hip.

She was feeling the buzz of the drinks, and was hovering near one of the game-tables in hopes of something to play.

[Evencious]

Inali had at least a touch of style, but she didn't go to far tonight picking a short skirt and blouse with a jacket. She was a bit drunk and had been listening to the stories with a grin.

"Whuuuzzuuuup." She mimicked Axel with a giggle.

[Axel Ward]

That got some snorted, muffled laughter out of Axel.

He raised one hand. "Yo, Inali." He called. "Wazaaaaaaaaaap."

[Rose Sorenn]

"Is this a party or a funeral?" Rose announced, taking stock of how the others had dressed. She was clad in leather and black lace; when your name was Rose you only had two options: shun everything rose-related, or roll with it. Sashaying up to Axel, she tousled his hair with her fingertips, "smile, hon, it won't break your face."

[Phoebe Wren]

Phoebe whistled softly. Even she had to admit that Rose's style was pretty.

"Might break some of muscles? Don't know if he's used to using those kind of muscles." Yeah, she didn't mind joining in on some teasing of Axel, although from Phoebe it sounded a lot more like how a sister would poke fun at her stupid-jock-brother.

The short woman took a swig straight from a bottle. "Can't wait till we leave this dustball behind though," she commented. Tatooine had given opportunity, but there was only so much a desert-world could offer.

[Axel Ward]

"Hey..." Axel swiped at her hand, far to slowly, as she mussed his hair. "Don't mess up my hair. I spent minutes getting that just right." After a few moments, he chuckled. "Nah, not even that."

He squinted at her. With some effort he managed... well, it was the tiniest bit of a smile. Maybe more like a brief non-frown. "Yeah, nice outfit." He said. For his part, he was wearing the same thing he always wore on the ship: casual shirt and fatigues.

With Phoebe joining in, Axel snorted, waving a hand at her. "Oh, I see how it is. Two against one, huh?" He smirked at her; still not quite a smile. "What, you don't like the sand? Or is it all the bandits?"

[Rose Sorenn]

Rose managed a twirl, lace fluttering as the back of her crop jacket swung outwards, her coordination hadn’t failed her quite yet, but her voice was approximately one notch too loud. “If this doesn’t put a smile in your face, nothing will.”

She took a sip of water, looked disappointed it wasn’t alcoholic, and added, “I don’t know about you two, but I wouldn’t object to a few more bandits. Exterminating them is good, almost-honest work.”

[Coryn Kusat]

Coryn was tanked up and having a blast. He kind of looked like a bit of a rockstar in his outfit. He pulled out his harmonica and played an old Mandalorian tune. It was surprising that he didn't miss a beat.

"Any requests?" He held up a finger. "And before anyone says 'stop playing' that person can shut up thanks." He paused. "I also sing."

[Axel Ward]

Axel cupped his hands over his mouth. "Do Free Porg!" He called.

Someone always requested Free Porg.

[Axel Ward]

With song requested, he turned back to Rose and Phoebe.

"I am smiling." Axel said in his flat monotone. It wasn't entirely clear if he was, in fact, smiling. Or joking.

"Yeah, I don't mind that part so much." He grunted. "Although..." He frowned, shaking his head. "I dunno. I was startin' to get used to not killing anyone."

[Rose Sorenn]

"Oh, no, no you don't," Rose chided, "you're not getting morose on us now. That's not allowed," she tousled her own messy hair, "this is a party. Though I'm not sure I can dance to a harmonica, no matter how cute the person playing it is."

[Coryn Kusat]

"Y'know...everyone always requests that." A stroke of his beard was followed by a shake of his head as he prepared. "Times like this make me wish I hadn't lost my hydroguitar. I mean I say 'lost'. Shoulda seen the look on that Imperial agent's face when I broke it over his head. Course they don't make em out of beskar..."

He counted the beat in, the harmonica did a surprisingly good job of standing in for the guitar solos:

"If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be traveling on, now
Cause there's too many places I've got to see
But, if I stayed here with you, girl
Things just couldn't be the same
Cause I'm as free as a porg now
And this porg you can not change
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
And this porg you can not change
And this porg you can not change
Force knows, I can't change

Bye, bye, baby, it's been a sweet love
Though this feeling I can't change
But please don't take it so badly
Cause Force knows I'm to blame
But, if I stayed here with you, girl
Things just couldn't be the same
Cause I'm as free as a porg now
And this porg you'll never change
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
And this porg you can not change
And this porg you can not change
Force knows, I can't change
Force help me, I can't change
No, I can't change
Won't you fly high, free porg, yeah..."

Original version of Free Porg

[Kairi Laerrin]

"Hold up, hold up," Kairi said, very, very, very seriously. And very slowly too. Everything seemed so relaxed. "What is a porg? Is knowing what a porg even important for, uh, the purpose of the song?"

She looked at her hands intently. "Why do we have five fingers? Ten fingers?" The woman closed her eyes and then suddenly opened them. "Where's Daerah? Do Zeltron have the same hands?" She lazily pivoted, squinting around. "Oh, what about Jawas? What if they have less fingers and that makes it easier for them to do the mechanics thing?"

[Orella Laerrin]

Well, Orella wasn't a fan of drinking, but tradition is tradition. At the time, she was resting her head on one of the game tables, taking a nap. Someone had at least placed a towel underneath her for all of the drool.

[Axel Ward]

"I say you can dance to whatever you want." Axel said as he clapped for Free Porg. "Maybe I shoulda brought my..." He cleared his throat, swallowing the rest of what he was going to say.

He cast an amused glance at Kairi. "Kairi, you drinkin' the same stuff as the rest of us?" He shook his head. "Dae's not really into parties right now." Axel frowned. Maybe he'd send by a snack later or something.

[Phoebe Wren]

"Porg's a... bird, I think? Maybe?" she murmured before looking at Orella napping on the game-table. Even in her current state, she could make a quick medical observation that the youngest Laerrin kid wasn't in any danger.

Apart from the one inflicted by alcohol (or GMs).

She left a bottle of water near Orella's reach for when she woke up, and returned her attention to the others. "Who's Dae?"

[Axel Ward]

Axel grunted. "One of the people we rescued from the damn slavers. Daerah's her full name. She's nice. A zeltron." He grimaced, shaking his head, although it wasn't clear what caused that reaction.

He opened his mouth, then shook his head, then went on. "Guess she's gonna be staying on with us for a bit. Wonder who else'll be."