Closing Time [Day 1, LN, Open]

[Hin'biki]

Hin was exhausted but did everything in his power to not look it. 12hours was a lot, but he sorely needed to money, and if there were hours in the day he was going to make the most of them. Still, one could see the fine signs of fatigue in the twi'lek's face and posture. Dark azure circles were forming around his eyes, and he slumped forward as he leaned on the bar. With most people cleared out there was just a usual group of regulars along with one annoying table of uptowners slumming it and making sure everyone knew how important they were.

Somewhere deep inside of him Hin wanted them to get mugged on their way out of town. Sure the syndicates were all updown, and the big crime bosses with their circle of trained killers, but here in lowtown. Here it didn't matter who you were, you could be dead in an ally from some strung out thief.

He rubbed his forehead and pushed the dark thoughts away. He knew he was just tired and didn't really mean it.

A loud cheer went up from the table that pounded in Hin's head. He glanced over his shoulder....maybe it wasn't purely because he was tired.

[Kaneesa Gee]

Kaneesa stops to put a drink next ti Hin. "It's caff. I know that yuz been pickin' up a double lad. Ya' know that you don't need to work these kinda hours as part of the main crew, don' cha?"

The Gungan peers over to the rowdy group of uptowners. "Come on, do ye wanna have a bit of fun wid 'dem?" The Gungan gives a predatory grin. "I'm in the mood to give 'em a grand story."

[Hin'biki]

Hin took the cup in both hands and listened to the gungan with unfocused eyes and a fuzzy brain, but he seemed to get it. He put the drink to his lips and took a swig. Then another. He didn't feel much, but just doing that seemed to clear his mind a bit. A flick of his eyes to the table and then back to Kaneesa. There was a puzzled look, there was no telling what the owner had up his sleeve. "Whatever you want, boss."

He gave a nod.

[Kaneesa Gee]

Kaneesa heads over to the table, a mock solemn expression on his face. The table falls silent for a moment and then Kaneesa breaks into a great laugh. "Oh, you should have seen the look an all yous faces. Come on, we love it when people stay late. Come on, you guys want Souten right? It's one of our specialties." Kaneesa points to one of the of the guests. "I know thisa man is a drinker, amirite?'" Kaneesa claps the man on the back and then flashes a grin at Hin.

"Souten" was a code at the bar. Essentially, it meant "give them the harshest rotgut we have and mix it with whatever mixer you find amusing". Kaneesa was offering the disgruntled Twilek to vent a little upon the annoying table.

Bilk the Drunks (awaiting difficulty): 3eA+1eP+1eB+1eF 2 successes, 1 advantage, 1 Dark Side

[Hin'biki]

Hin remained behind the bar, somewhat unsure what to expect. Eyes peeled, he watched with a kind of morbid curiosity at the kind of scheme the boss was cooking up. As the quiet came then the boisterous laugh, Hin's nerves were set on edge worried at the possibility of this going pear shaped. Then as the con was revealed, the twi'lek nodded in his nondescript sort of way. His hand briefly hovered over a pint of Trosian whiskey. It was poisonous to humans, not lethal, and Hin was sorely tempted. But he mentally sighed and picked up a jar of moonshine mixed up by one of the regulars.

Technically a gift to one of the staff, no one touched the stuff. One sniff was all it took to know that this was one step away from making one go blind. Serving out seven cups, he gave a helping of tonic before turning to the rail with a keen eye. Finally he plucked a nondescript bottle from the shelf and added just a jigger to each drink. He bent down briefly to take in the fragrance of each drink. The distinct scent of alcohol was still there, but its potency was masked with a hint of fresh spice.

Taking the tray over, he held it up and passed out the glasses one at a time, "Seven Souten." He said, clasping the tray in one hand and pulling out his datapad with the other. With dexterous fingers he added the drinks to their bill, with just a bit of gouging. It was a cocktail...technically. Reason enough for the upcharge.

[Kaneesa Gee]

"Well, here we are..." Kaneesa passes the drinks out. To be honest, he was expecting that Hin would have slipped in something that would knock these knuckleheads out. Instead he had stuck them with a...mild upcharge?!?

I have got to teach that kid about how to build a grudge.

So instead of getting calmer, the group gets rowdier.

opposition to charming the drunks: 1eD 0 successes, 2 threat


(Extra threat to make the crowd rowdy)

[Kaneesa Gee]

"Oh come on kids, I know that you didn't come out to here to have a safe story. Listen to the music!' Kaneesa seems to take a larger gulp than he does, playing on his slitherstick a bit. He offers Nin a wink over there. Kaneesa is not done with these fools, especially after they have disrespected a favorite of his staff. On other nights, that might have earned them a quick throw into the ditch, but he is aware of the slowly moderating Gungan at his table. It's been a long night, and he does not want to give the codger any extra juice.

"That's good, right...come on!" Kaneesa keeps pouring into glasses, always giving the barest hint of a question to the drunks to keep overserving them. Getting them to keep going was one thing. Getting them to go beyond their means, to drain every last credit...that was the tricky part. Kaneesa took a deep breath, trying to steady himself before he made one final request. "Ok, last call people. Time to spend your last credits for a hell of a story."

Get the drunks to spend beyond their means-Deception-Sense Emotions-Influence: 2eA+1eP+1eB+1eF+2eD 1 success, 2 advantage, 1 Dark Side


(Dark side ignored]

[Kaneesa Gee]

With the last drinks served, Kaneesa slides the group the bill. With a fairly comfortable padding in prices from Hin and close to outright gouging from Kaneesa, the group winds up handing over every credit they have and still come up short.

"Oh no harm gentlemen, jus' leave me a little somethin' to hang onto and I'll give it back when we settle the score. Here is my card...come back now!" Kaneesa hands over a slip of something with his and the bar's name on it, and takes a couple of sentimental pieces: wedding rings, lockets, necklaces.

In spite of their losses, the group is of good cheer when they depart...drunk off their behinds, without a credit to their name and walking through a rough neighborhood. When they leave, Kaneesa plops down half of the credits in front of Hin. "Consider it your tip for putting up with them for the night." Kaneesa offers his barman a small salute and rings up the rest of the credits into the bar till.

[Hin'biki]

Hin looks at the small pile with a quizzical expression. In spite of the months he'd spent with the gungan, it always felt strange when he through out extra generosity for seemingly no reason. It pricked a familiar nerve in the back of Hin's neck, a steady sense of suspicion. Kaneesa had never shown himself as anything other than genuine, but generosity was never out of a good heart. At least that was Hin's experience. And every time you took those extra credits or enjoyed that night at a luxury hotel, or got the night off....it was because somewhere down the line you were going to have to pay them back.

So, he stared at the pile for perhaps a few seconds longer than he should have, looking at how many credits worth of obligation he might be in for. He sighed and feigned a smile, not that he wasn't sorta grateful, and scooped up his haul. It would keep him fed and with a roof over his head for a week at least. Not bad for one table.

"Thanks, boss," he said with a hint of appreciation in his voice, and set about cleaning up the glasses, putting them on his tray before returning to the bar. "Nice of you to get rid of them. Guess my cocktail didn't work too well."