Sprockets (day 8 Late morning)

[Kai Wryssald]

It was a bit early for drinking, but since the chipper droid had been quite insistent on inviting him over for a drink Kai made his way to the Wookie's codpiece. It was a bit early for a drink in his mind, but it wouldn't be the earliest he had ever drank. Being in the military meant you didn't always sleep at normal hours after all.

Stepping into the dingy bar, he looked around. Clementine wouldn't be hard to find, he never was.

[Kaneesa Gee]

Kaneesa looks up from the bar, a little surprised to see an non-regular in the door so early

"Hey there brudda. We usually ain't open yet, so you'll have to bear with the setup and me playing jizz, but if you wanna drink, I''ll be happy to pour."

[CLL-MT9]

There was the sound of vigorous clanking coming towards the main room from the direction of the loading dock. Clementine, smelling faintly of solvents and carbon scoring, emerged from the back hallway, a red-stained rag grasped in one of his manipulators. His war paint, hastily applied by spray nozzle before going out early that morning, was mostly removed. He hadn't crossed paths with Kaneesa yet today, having left only a quick digital note ("going out back by opening").

"Do not worry boss he is with me, yes he is." Clementine drops the rag unceremoniously on the hallway floor and walks towards the bar. "Kai, this is my boss, Kaneesa. Kaneesa, this is my friend Kai." He stops by the bar. "What are you drinking, Kai? I could make you a cocktail." His mostly clean graspers are out and ready to fulfill this earnest offer.

[Kai Wryssald]

"Ah, Clementine invited me by." He offered to the gungan he had met a few days ago. Further chatting was interrupted by the arrival of the Droid in question.


"Sure, a cocktail sounds good Clementine." Kai offered with a easy smile. The droid wouldn't offer if he didnt know what he was doing, right?

[CLL-MT9]

"Coming right up, coming right up," says Clementine, squeezing behind the bar. He normally doesn't go back there, but he wants to show off a little to his new friend, apparently. Holding his loading arms still and far away from the bottles, he extends his manipulators and painstakingly assembles a bottle of liquor distilled from home-grown Noventa carbohydrates (he thinks he's chosen one of the ones that's not watered down), a can of cheap lum, an ice pick, one each of some of the cleaner drinking and shot glasses. Lacking the ability to manipulate a pull tab, he punctures the can with the ice pick and decants it into the glass. This comes with way more foam than most bartenders would tolerate, but he doesn't risk trying to hold the glass sideways. Then, with a fair amount of spilling, he fills the shot glass.

He picks up the drinking glass and the shot glass and turns around slowly, nevertheless necessitating that Kaneesa duck to avoid getting taken out by his loading claws. With great ceremony, he places the larger glass down, and raises the shot glass above it... and to the side. Then he adjusts slightly, left-to-right, overcorrects, and back again, centering it carefully. He opens the manipulator claw, and the liquor drops with a splash.

"A reactormaker." Clementine opens his loading claws wide, as if he had performed a magic trick. The whole process has taken him almost three minutes of painstaking work.

[Kai Wryssald]

Kai had no idea what the Droid would make, but he was a bit curious. Perhaps something breakfasty? With juice or something like that. It was pretty early after all. He was a bit worried when the ingredients were selected, but still he watched, the big guy was putting a awful lot of effort into this for his sake, after all.

"Thanks, Clementine." He replied as the drink was presented to him. He wasnt sure what else to say and he had asked for a cocktail. "You been practicing this one alot? " Kai managed at last as he picked up the glass and took a drink.

[CLL-MT9]

"That one is my spesh-ee-al-tee," says Clementine. His lack of variation in tone might have made "pride" hard to detect, but he visibly lifted on his leg servos (brushing the bare ceiling with a slight scraping of metal on ferrocrete) and lowered his widespread loading claws slightly. As long as he, in fact, got the undiluted liquor, the cocktail should be everything its simple admixture promises.

He seems suddenly conscious of how little space he has left Kaneesa to do prep behind the bar, and compacts himself. "So," he says, plowing on, "do you think you and your friends will stay on Noventa?"

[Kai Wryssald]

"I can tell, it's well mixed." Kai had drank enough of then over the years to know the difference. Though maybe the droid shouldn't have used the pricey booze.

"Mmm...." He pondered the questions for a few moments. "That depends really, on how much work we can find. I mean we will leave eventually, but if the work is good we will stay a while." Thus far though it had been a bit lacking.

[CLL-MT9]

“Noventa is no Coruscant, no, not like Coruscant at all,” says Clem, nodding much more abbreviatedly than usual in his cramped configuration. “I wonder if the Imperials will stick around. Or come back. Or the Rebels. Reb...el...ublic?” He loses the thread for a moment. “Republic.” Another small nod.

“I have never seen anyone manage to hold on to the Rim very hard for very long, no, not very long.” He leans his photoreceptor, a half-dome of dark-tinted transparisteel, another few centimeters close to Kai, as if considering him, or confiding in him. “Plenty of room for beings like us.”

[Kai Wryssald]

"That;s the truth." Kai agreed, taking another sip of the beverage, he couldn't have too many of these if he wanted to get anything done today.

"I suppose the trick of it is finding the room out here that's just right you." It seemed like what all of them on the phoenix were looking for just that. "Still seems like you have found a pretty good place for yourself here." He said as he glanced around the area. It didn't look like much, but the big droid was certainly welcome, and that was something.

[CLL-MT9]

Clementine allows himself to expand slightly. "Kaneesa is a good boss. He is smart. He watches the angles." Clementine turns to look slightly to the left and right, as much as his place behind the bar allows, as if demonstrating some angles one could watch. Then he leans in again, this time definitely with a conspiratorial air. "He is taking this crew places." He leans back. "I mean, still on Noventa. As far as I know."

[Kai Wryssald]

"It's a good man the watches the angles." Kai agreed with a understanding nod, though he wasn't quite certain the droid should be sharing all of this information... Well, if the Gungan didn't mind, who was he to complain.

"It's good to fo places too, even if still on Noventa." He smiled warmly at the big droid. "I'm sure your boss will do all he can to bring you right up to the top." Even if it was the top of Noventa, it wouldn't be a bad place to be.