M.E. Cantina

[For'hil/ Armas]

For'Hil stands up from his table witgh his newly made prymad of shot glass and stubbles over to the bar and orders another drinks and become rejected by the bartander and squints at him and grabs his colar

[Xanatos]

*Xanatos watches the Jedi quietly as he leaves. He finishes his drink, and then silently heads to the docking bay.*

ooc: k, now what? should I go to the RP just to say he leaves the planet, or can i do that sort of stuff here?

[Renthous Vacvar]

::Toxis gets another drink::

[For'hil/ Armas]

For'Hil throws the bartender over the counter and jumps over the counter and grabs the a keg and walks over to Toxis and sits down

[Renthous Vacvar]

::Toxis laughs::

[glow=red,2,300]Beautiful display[/glow]

[For'hil/ Armas]

"Sometimes i like Liquor a little to much Toxis u whats ur down fall"

For'Hil opens the Keg and begins to drink some of it

[Renthous Vacvar]

[glow=red,2,300]Alderaniaan ale[/glow]

[For'hil/ Armas]

For'Hil Smiles

"Good stuff i see ur down fall is simalar i wonder if u crave battle like i do Toxis"

[Renthous Vacvar]

[glow=red,2,300]I live for battle[/glow]

[For'hil/ Armas]

For'Hil smiles and takes another drink and looks around the room and finishes his glass and dips his glass into the keg and fills up his drink

[Utah Jak/ Jaktar]

*Jaktar enters the Cantina and looks around. Tatooine hadn't changed at all since his last visit many years ago. The bar looked like it had the same amount of grime on it as it always did. He walks up to the bar and oders some Juma.*

[Johan]

*His entrance was nothing short of unusal, his waist-long mythril tresses falling well below his lower back. His lavender eyes held a stern determination, a clear contradiction to his almost feminine facial-features. Making his way across the club to the bar, he took his seat, a soft luminescent glow emanating from his soft-obsidian skin. He scanned the back of the bar for a keep, not bothering to stare in either direction. He didn't need any trouble and was sure to find it if he looked to one of the other foul-patrons the wrong way.*

[Siro Aran]

*Walks in with an air of confidence around him and sits at the bar *

I'll take a Bantha Burshot, make it Tusken style for me

*Orders and then tips the bartender. Sipping on the Burshot, he turns in his stool to examine the crowd After sitting a while he leaves*

[Renthous Vacvar]

::Toxis finishes his drink and sits back in his chair::

[Sabre]

Sabre had never been to Tatooine before and looking around the Cantina he could see clearly why.
He sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. He felt the darkside all around him, hopefully no one would realize he was a jedi.