Galaxy's Edge Space Bar

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Rathien pulls his hand away, thinking maybe he'd gone too far.  He still can't help himself giving the hand a surreptitious lick before wiping it on his leg.  Being somewhat animalistic, engaging his taste and olfactory senses went a long way for him.  He laughs again as if it meant nothing.  "Sorry, sorry.  Seriously though, just had to be sure."  He slaps the bar-counter, ordering another round of two, still swirling his current flute in his other hand, not yet empty.

[guitarhero01234]

"You're lucky, man. On a normal day, you'd be nothing but ashes by now." Merc shakes his head, still chuckling. "But you know what? I'm having fun." He takes a look behind the bar, enjoying the brief moment of silence. "Been too goddamn long since I actually enjoyed myself." He turns back to Rathien, smiling warmly. "Thanks."

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

"Oh come now, dear Merc.  Give me a little credit.  I wouldn't make it that easy for you.  Though if you did manage to beat me...well, you'd have pick of any reward you wanted."  He grins a bit devlishly, extending his tongue to lick the underside of his finger.  "I'd hope you wouldn't burn poor little me to ashes.  That'd be a real downer."  He chuckles.  "And a real waste of a reward."

He grins back.  "My pleasure, Merc."

[guitarhero01234]

"Hey, now," Merc says, slurring ever-so-slightly. "Just 'cause I let that one slide doesn't mean I'd want that, er, 'reward'. I'm off-limits, my friend." He firmly grabs Rathien's arm. It was meant to be a friendly gesture, but one could easily interpret it as hostile. "Besides, only reason I let you do that was because you managed to get me a little buzzed. Okay, a lot buzzed. That's not easy to do, lemme tell you. So consider that your 'reward'."

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Rathien grins as Merc grabs his arm.  Oh...he could take it there...he wanted to take it there.  But some part of him doesn't want to piss off his new friend...he'd not had such weaknesses before Tobias.  "Limits...are meant to be broken.  And you'd like the breaking, I assure you.  So would I."  Instead he opts to grab Merc's bum and give it a squeeze.  As a result, he loses his balance on the stool.  Damn...he was further gone than he'd thought.  Time seems to slow as he falls from the stool, grabbing Merc wherever he can to try and keep himself from falling, but to no avail.  He slips and thuds to the ground, still trying vainly to grab Merc for balance.

[guitarhero01234]

"God damn it," Merc says, trying to contain his cackling laughter. "That's what you get, you dumbass!" He reaches down to help Rathien to his feet. "Do that again, and you're ****ing done, you hear?" Of course, it would be hard to take Mercer seriously when he's still shaking from laughter.

He sits back down when he's sure that Rathien is back on his feet. He notices that the BT had placed another flute in front of him, which he grabs without hesitation. "Looks like this stuff might be a bit too strong for you. Wanna dial it back to a Smirnoff Ice or something?" Merc winks to punctuate this.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

"It's not at all...I have supreme alcohol over my control.  Been building up a resistance to this for years."  He scoots his stool closer to Mercer, plopping down on it sideways.  "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."  He says referring to the beverage name.  He looks at Merc's bum again and ****s an eyebrow.  "Well, if that's off-limits, you've got better places to grab."  He chuckles and flexes his free hand as if demonstrating.

[guitarhero01234]

"Oh, don't even," Merc says, pointing a finger at Rathien. "And that's not a ****ing challenge!" Despite his better judgement, he takes another sip of his miruvin. "You never answered my question, by the way. What do you do when you're not carrying out a hit? Or groping strangers, for that matter?"

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

"What do I do?  I come to places like this.  And for your information, I only grope strangers I'm drawn to.  Heheh...like a moth to a flame...or maybe more like a wolf to a campfire.  Feel free to take out your revenge anytime, by the way."  He smirks, a bit lopsidedly, but doesn't order another flute right away.  He'd let himself go a lot further than he normally would already.  "I guess I fly around the Galaxy, try to find what pleasure I can, be it the company of others, or a live show.  Male, female...either way.  I simply try to find as much enjoyment in life as I can.  And the hunt?  I enjoy it."

[guitarhero01234]

"Revenge? Nah, I'd say we're even now," Merc slurs. "I get groped, you fall out of your seat like a tool . . . fair is fair." He stands up slowly, both to stretch his legs and to test his balance. Feeling his legs begin to shake, he sits back down. "Nope, not a good idea, that." He tries to shake off the mild double vision, to no avail. "Christ, so this is what I've been missing out on. So, do you even know of any other places like this? One of these guys said something about it being a 'space-time anomaly', whatever that is. I have to imagine there's another spot like this somewhere, right?"

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

"Other watering-holes, yeah.  But this place is...unique I guess.  Sort of like, you can only find it if you already know where it is.  Or, you know, some random force brings you here for no good reason."  He smiles devlishly again.  "And it's often harder to find...amicable...c ompany here than in most other places."  He reaches up and drags a claw gently along Merc's jawline, smirking.  "And perhaps it never comes to pass, but the chase is fun even if it turns out to be futile."  He sticks his tongue out at Merc playfully, then shakes his head...strange how far the liquor had taken him.  Perhaps it really had been too long and he was losing his tolerance.

[guitarhero01234]

"No ****, I can tell you're enjoying yourself. And honestly, I'd be lying if I said I'm not having fun." Merc finishes off the last of his drink. "Alright, that's the last one, for real this time." His eyes start to droop, but he snaps himself back to the conversation. "You know, I might be open to the idea of something further. . . ." Merc shakes his head, shocked at what he's even considering. "****, what am I even saying? I dunno, my head's a mess today. And the booze is definitely not helping."

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

"Oh?  Opened your mind to some more possibilities have I?"  He allows his hand to run down Merc's neck to his chest, ****ing an eyebrow, claws catching only slightly in the fabric of his shirt.  "But what sort of a friend would I be if I took advantage of your...impairment?"  He runs his hand down further past Merc's belly an onward, this time making no excuses or apologies for the hand resting between Merc's legs, wandering idly, feeling him up freely.  "I did say you had better places to grab."  He smirks, leaving his hand where it is, gauging the human's reaction.

[guitarhero01234]

"Hold on, I never said that was okay." Despite is protests, Merc offers no physical resistance. Whether he can't or simply won't isn't exactly clear. "I just said I'm open to the idea. Not an invitation to start feeling me up. You grab that, and . . ." He coughs into his arm, trying to hide the tiny smile creeping its way across his face. "Oh, who the hell am I kidding. I'm in no fit state to do anything right now."

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

"Well, we can only do so much in a public place after all, and neither of us can walk."  He casually moves his hand back up to Merc's belly and allows his claws and fingertips to find their way underneath his waste-band.  "Although I seem to remember them having a couple of back rooms here."  He chuckles, leaving his hand in place again, but pushing no further.  "Decorum might not be this place's hallmark, but there are children present.  Even I'm not that lascivious."  He pushes his fingertips a bit further down, aware that no one else can see underneath the bar from their various vantages, and grins evilly.