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Corran Horn: -=sets up a glass on the bar=- -=takes aim=- -=fires=- damn

Wes Janson: -=pulls out darkboard and puts it up on the wall. takes out darts=-

Corran Horn: -=fires again=-

Doc Anreson: -=pulls her holdout from her garter and fires at a glass on the bar=-

Wes Janson: -=tosses three darts=-

Doc Anreson: -=makes another glass go bye bye=-

Corran Horn: -=the glass explodes=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=faints=-

Corran Horn: bah

Wes Janson: -=watches two darts hit near center, one on the edge of the red. the third embeds itself in the wall=-

Doc Anreson: -=puts the holdout back in place under her garter and settles her skirt over it, turns around to see hobbie fainted=- What happend?

Wes Janson: -=turns to group=- anyone else wanna try? beat a 5?

Gavin Darklighter: :: looks at hobs:: Hobbie wake up, we're not in a briefing yet

Mike Ngo: hmm.... think i'll play some pool

Doc Anreson: -=shrugs and goes over to Wes=- I'll give it a whirl. how many darts do I get?

Mike Ngo: ::walks over the the liner's pool table::

Gavin Darklighter: ::goes over to Hobbie::

Hobbie Klivian: -=groans and sits up=- Please tell Amanda NOT to shoot her holdout EVER again.

Doc Anreson: -=turns around=- WHy?

Hobbie Klivian: Just... just.. please leave it where it is.

Gavin Darklighter: :: realizes what he's talking about and burst out laughing::

Wes Janson: 3

Doc Anreson: -=puts on the sultry accent=- Why, you don' like it?

Gavin Darklighter: ::falls back laughing hard::

Doc Anreson: -=turns and takes three darts=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=bangs head on the top of the bar=- Bartender, a round of drinks.

Doc Anreson: -=one hits near centre, the other toward the edge, the last inbedded in the wall beside the target=-

Mike Ngo: ::sets up the billiard balls and grabs a que stick::

DESCRIPTION: --- the tender Droid serves drinks to everyone ---

Gavin Darklighter: :: starts to get control, and stands up::

Wes Janson: good... for your first try. -=wlks to board and gets the darts=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=downs the whisky in one gulp and moves to dart board=-

Gavin Darklighter: ahh...::wipes tear, from laughing so hard::

Doc Anreson: -=shrugs=- I can't get a bullseye EVERY time I play -=winks, and is still using the accent=-

Hobbie Klivian: Let me give it a shot. and NO playing for laundry duty.

Wes Janson: -=takes out the six darts and tosses three to Hobbie=- sure thing

Hobbie Klivian: -=goes back to bar for another shot of whiskey before starting=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::grins:: didn't like it last time?? ::goes over to the couch and sits::

Wes Janson: I got one -=winks back at Doc=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=takes the three darts and throws them in the general direction of the board=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::grins at Hobs::

Doc Anreson: -=winks at gavin=- last time he got a months worth LD

Hobbie Klivian: um, let me try that again.

Gavin Darklighter: yeah I remember

Doc Anreson: -=goes over to wes and holds out her hand=- May I/

Wes Janson: -=jaw drops at Hobbie hits the exact center=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::looks over at Corran::

Hobbie Klivian: -=to go wide, into the wall, the third hits exact center=-

Wes Janson: -=gives the other three darts to doc=- sure... i think i need a drink.

Doc Anreson: -=raises her eyebrows appreciatively=- thanks.

Mike Ngo: ::breaks::

Gavin Darklighter: Hey Corran

Doc Anreson: -=tosses three darts=-

Gavin Darklighter: How's your Jedi training comming along?

Hobbie Klivian: -=goes back for another shot of whiskey=-

Doc Anreson: -=One hits the outer ring, one hits beside the board, and the third goes wide, hitting the board nearby..... dead centre=- oops, wrong board.

Wes Janson: -=goes behind the bar, looking for a stiff drink=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=comes back and gets the darts, handing 3 to Amanda=- Here ya go pretty lady.

Doc Anreson: -=smiles shyly, dropping the put-on accent=- Thanks.

Hobbie Klivian: After you.

Doc Anreson: -=takes the three darts and gives it another whack=-

Mike Ngo: ::breaks cleanly, sinking in a solid ::

Doc Anreson: -=two darts hit in the ring just outside the bullseye, the third goes and hits the edge of the other dartboard=- -=sigh=- I give up. Apparently I can't play this anymore.

Mike Ngo: ::aims a shot on the 9 ball::

Wes Janson: -=takes his drink, plus a lum and goes over to the pool table=- drink, Ngo?

Hobbie Klivian: -=stands concentrating on the board for a moment then throws in rapid succession=-

Mike Ngo: huh? ::hits the ball while looking away:: ::sinks the 9 ball::

Gavin Darklighter: ::sitting on couch::

Doc Anreson: -=sighs=- I need a drink......

Hobbie Klivian: -=one lands in the middle of the pool table, one just in the center ring and the third almost a perfect bullseye=-

Doc Anreson: -=heads towards the bar=-

Hobbie Klivian: I bet you I can never do that again. Ever in my life. Nope, never. -=sways slightly=-

Doc Anreson: -=stops and turns, hearing the word "bet"=- What do you bet?

Mike Ngo: ::looks back at the table:: woah,

Gavin Darklighter: ::looks at the table::

Doc Anreson: -=Walks back over=-

Gavin Darklighter: hey Hobbs...nice shot...but I though the target was on the wall...

Mike Ngo: ::takes the drink:: thank you much major

Hobbie Klivian: -=moves over to the bar and takes another shot of Whiskey then looks at Amanda, both of them=- Bet? I don' bet an'mor.

Wes Janson: no porblem -=grabs dart from the table and turns, aiming at the board and tossing it=-

Doc Anreson: -=smirks=- I distinctly heard you say the word "bet".

Wes Janson: -=the dart lands in Hobbie's drink glass instead=-

Doc Anreson: -=frowns=- and why are you getting drunk?

Mike Ngo: ::takes the dart out of the pool table:: someone missing this? ::waves the dart in the air::

Hobbie Klivian: -=lifts up glass and looks at the dart=- ooh, somebody misseded worse than I did.

Gavin Darklighter: :: laughs::

Doc Anreson: You did, Derek -=chuckle=- -=reaches out and takes his glass, drinking the shot herself=- You've had enough.

Hobbie Klivian: Over here, Mike. -=waves his hand=-

Doc Anreson: -=sets the glass down on the bar with a clunk=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=turns and looks at empty glass=- Ooh, need another here, bartender.

Gavin Darklighter: :: leans back, placing his hands behind his head, extending and crossing his feet::

Mike Ngo: ::shrugs, walks over and hands the dart to hobs::

Doc Anreson: -=tosses the glass in the air and draws her holdout with a smirk=- -=the shotglass shatters midair=-

Hobbie Klivian: That... wasn't nice.

Doc Anreson: -=puts the holdout back into the garter=- I said you had enough major.

Hobbie Klivian: -=takes the dart=- Thanks Ngo.

Mike Ngo: ::casual salute:: my pleasure

Hobbie Klivian: -=drunk return salute=- of course it was.

Doc Anreson: -=eyes Hobbie with a frown, then goes over to talk to Gavin=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=reaches for Amanda's garter=- Hey, lemme try to shoot the board.

Gavin Darklighter: :: as he sits he starts to remember all those who died on missions before this one::

Doc Anreson: -=sits, carefully, down near Gavin=- What's up?

Gavin Darklighter: huh?

Doc Anreson: Decicred for your thoughts?

Hobbie Klivian: -=sighs and throws the two darts at the board=-

Gavin Darklighter: oh hey doc ::looks at her:: ::sighs::

Mike Ngo: ::feels somewhat dazed from the drink that wes gave him, in fact he doesn't recall what the drink is...::

Gavin Darklighter: just thinking about ...stuff

Hobbie Klivian: -=walks up to board, two bullseyes=- daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn, I should have taken that bet.

Mike Ngo: Hey wes what is this stuff you gave me? ::waves his drink::

Doc Anreson: -=looks at hobbie=- You would have lost, you bet that you COULDNT do it again, I wouldhave bet you could

Wes Janson: lum... normal stuff

Doc Anreson: -=proceeds to playfully stick her tongue out at him, then returns her attention, back to serious, to gavin=-

Wes Janson: -=sips from his cup=-

Gavin Darklighter: :: the only sober in the room ::

Doc Anreson: What kind of stuff, Darklighter?

Gavin Darklighter: friends...

Hobbie Klivian: -=grabs all 6 darts and backs up=-

Mike Ngo: you sure?? ::examines his glass::

Doc Anreson: -=nods=- I know what you mean, Gavin.

Wes Janson: yeah. see the label there. -=points to the lum label=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=two darts land on the pool table, one in the middle of the table where Gavin and Doc are and two land on the board. One in the center ring, one in the next.=-

Doc Anreson: -=leans back in the chair=- I've lost a lot of friends too -=quietly=- -=sighs, grabs the dart, and tosses it at the board=-

Mike Ngo: hmm... wierd...::sets the drink back down at the bar and walks back to the pool table::

Doc Anreson: -=only succeeds in hitting the bar next to Hobbie=-

Gavin Darklighter: yeah...:: the faces of Lujayne, Asyr, Riv, and others pop up in his mind::

Hobbie Klivian: -=suddenly passes out=-

Mike Ngo: ::sees a good deflection shot on the 6 ball::

Doc Anreson: -=looks at Hobbie with a frown=- I told him he had too much to drink.....

Gavin Darklighter: :: raises a brow at Hobbie:: Doc...I think your specialty is needed...::nods in hobs direction::

Mike Ngo: ::determines a good angle and takes a shot::

Doc Anreson: Nah -=waves a hand=- He's drunk.

Gavin Darklighter: :: slight smile::

Mike Ngo: ::grins::

Wes Janson: -=watches Mike play while sipping on his dirink=-

Gavin Darklighter: :: he stares at the wall ::

Hobbie Klivian: -=opens eyes and sighs=- sith. Nothing ever works

Mike Ngo: ::sees a shot on the 5, but will have to jump the ball to get to it:: ::carefully hits the que ball::

Doc Anreson: -=shrugs next to the silent pilot, and looks down at the grain on the table, then back at everyone in the room, bored.=-

Gavin Darklighter: :: looks at her:: so whats new with you doc?

Doc Anreson: -=looks at Gavin=- Not much, really.

Gavin Darklighter: :: nods, as she leaves::

Doc Anreson: -=gets up and heads over to Corran=- I wanna have a shootout?

Mike Ngo: ::the ball jumps over and sinks the 5::

Hobbie Klivian: -=gets up and leaves the room=-

Doc Anreson: -=sighs as she sees Hobbie leave=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=heads to his room for his swim trunks, then goes to the pool to swim laps=-

Corran Horn: Sure, what kind of shootout?

Doc Anreson: -=shrugs=- the kind where you shoot things witha blaster? I need to cause some damage.

Mike Ngo: ::re-chalks the que stick, looking on the table for a good shot::

Corran Horn: -=pulls out his blaster and checks the charge=- You're on

Doc Anreson: -=nods=- There's a shooting range near the pool

Corran Horn: Lead on

Doc Anreson: Kay. -=heads out the door and down to the ranges a few doors down from the pool=- -=checks out a blaster, as her holdout isn't really so good for a challenge=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=chokes and nearly drowns=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::sighs, stands and heads for the bar ::

Hobbie Klivian: -=misses the side of the pool=-

Wes Janson: -=tkes a stroll to the pool to see what Hobbie's doing=-

Doc Anreson: -=heads to one of the targets=- Wanna set any stakes, Corran?

Hobbie Klivian: -=is barely able to grab the side of the pool=-

Wes Janson: -=eyes widen seeing Hobbie in the pool and runs to the edge, grabbing his friend's arm=-

Doc Anreson: -=shakes her head slightly, trying to get rid of a slight buzz in her ears=-

Wes Janson: -=grabs Hobbie and pulls him halfway out of the pool and over the side=- what the hell happened?

Mike Ngo: ::closes his eyes and takes in a breath, background noises and distractions seemingly disappear. he opens his eyes and focusses on the pool table::

Corran Horn: Hmmm how about this... Winner gets to throw Wes in the pool

Doc Anreson: -=grins=- Sounds great.

Hobbie Klivian: -=feels himself being dragged from the pool=- I have no idea. That's never happened... ok, except for when I was eight or something.

Corran Horn: -=nods=- Ladies first

Wes Janson: how much you had to drink?

Doc Anreson: -=checks the charge on the rented blaster and aims at the target=- Thanks.

Doc Anreson: -=hits just to the edge of the target=- Sith.

Hobbie Klivian: Only a couple shots of whisky.

Doc Anreson: -=steps back and waves a hand=- Jedi next?

Mike Ngo: ::somehow sees a whicked deflecting shot on the 1, 3, 10, and 7::

Wes Janson: whiskey and water do not mix -=helps Hobbie out the rest of the way=-

Mike Ngo: ::aims...::

Hobbie Klivian: Now you tell me. -=rolls out of the water=-

Wes Janson: want me to get doc to do some water rescue mouth to mouth? -=winks=-

Corran Horn: -=steps over and takes aim=- -=fires=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=groans=- I wish.

Mike Ngo: ::hits 2 out of the 4 balls:: ::winces:: hmm.... ::grows bored and puts all the balls and cue stick away::

Wes Janson: I can go get her. you hang off the edge of the pool...

Corran Horn: -=hits about half between the center and outside=-

Mike Ngo: ::looks around::

Hobbie Klivian: -=shrugs=- ok. -=rolls back over to the pool and lays half in=-

Wes Janson: dont' fall in now.

Mike Ngo: ::walks over to the swimming area to see what's up::

Hobbie Klivian: I'll try not to.

Corran Horn: -=nods to doc=- You're up

Wes Janson: -=takes off running towards where Doc and Corran are=- DOC! Come quick!

Gavin Darklighter: ::reaching the bar he takes out a shot glass and some whyskey::

Doc Anreson: -=looks up at corran and starts to aim when she hears Wes turns at the panic in his voice and dropps the blaster on the sidebar and goes at a quick walk, unable to run in the stupid heels=- What's wrong!?

Gavin Darklighter: :: he takes a drink, then putting the stuff away, walks over to the others::

Wes Janson: HObbie... fell in the pool... drunken jerk must have hit his head or something, cause he won't wake up... -=out of breath=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::he decides other wise, and lets them be, going to his quarters::

Doc Anreson: Sithspit!

Mike Ngo: ::gulps::

Doc Anreson: -=tries to run to the pool in the stupid heels=- -=luckily doesn't fall on her arse and runs to the swimming area=-

Wes Janson: -=looks at Corran for a moment, winks, then takes off after her=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=Hobbie lays half out of the pool=-

Doc Anreson: -=almost thinks something's up, but shakes it from her mind in worry for dereks' safety=- Derek?!

Corran Horn: -=grins in spite of himself, hardly believing some of the things wes does=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=sees her coming and quickly shuts his eyes=- -=groans=-

Corran Horn: -=wanders out to watch the fun=-

Doc Anreson: -=runs to his side=-

Wes Janson: -=watches from the doorway, keeping concern on his face=-

Doc Anreson: -=skidds to a halt next to hobbie and kneels down, not caring about what she hardly is wearing and pulls him the rest of the way out=- Derek, please be okay.....

Hobbie Klivian: -=coughs, but keeps eyes closed=-

Doc Anreson: -=turns Hobbie onto his side and patts at his back to help get any water out=- Come on, you idiot....

Hobbie Klivian: I am not an idiot! -=coughs more=-

Corran Horn: -=leans up against a nearby wall, grinning at the scene=-

Gavin Darklighter: :: he walks out and heads toward the X-wing simms::

Doc Anreson: -=worry etched on her features=- -=struggles to lift him to a seated position, slightly leaning forward, patting his back more=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=groans=- -=suddenly stops breathing=-

Wes Janson: -=shakes head=- Need to teach Hobbie how to act dead...

Doc Anreson: Oh sith, no, please no.... -=whispers as she lays him down to check his pulse and to see if maybe it was just a catch=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=exhales suddenly=- -=begins to cough, gasping for air=-

Doc Anreson: -=breaths a whimpering sigh of relief=- thank the Force... -=pulls him back to a seated position to get the water out=- why isn't he waking up???

Hobbie Klivian: -=pulls his legs up and wraps his arms around him, buring his head between them=-

Doc Anreson: -=stopps patting his back and starts rubbing it=- Are you okay, Derek?

Wes Janson: -=groans and leans head back=- come on corran, nothings gonna happen here.

Hobbie Klivian: -=sighs=- Yes. I'll be fine.

Corran Horn: True enough Wes, let's go

Doc Anreson: -=eyes narrow=- Good -=bapps him upside the head and stands, straightening her skirt=- Don't you DARE do that again. -=nose in the air, stalks off back to the range=-

Wes Janson: -=walks off with Corran=-

Corran Horn: -=doesn't want to finish his comp with doc after that little incident=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=rolls with the bapp and falls into the water, holding his breath=- -=forgets that he's underwater and inhales again, flailing to the surface=- -=tries to swim to the other side of the pool=-

Gavin Darklighter: :: he walks past the pool, seeing hobbie in the pool::

Hobbie Klivian: -=is able to pull himself to the not-so-deep end and curses himself=-

Doc Anreson: -=reaches the range and picks up the borrowed blaster, attempting to lay waste to the target,. anger roiling off her in near tangeable waves=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=mumbles=- at this rate, I'm likely to get eaten by one of those big fish on Lamaredd.

Doc Anreson: -=three hit the target, the other two off at the side. One of the ones that hit, hits the human shaped target in the *cough*=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=sighs=- I guss I better go tell Wedge to get someone else to lead this mission.

Doc Anreson: -=all three hit the target, two slamming into the heartplate=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=climbs from the pool and grabs a towel=-

Doc Anreson: -=growls to herself=- Smartarse pilots..... -=puts the blaster aside and pulls out her holdout=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=dries off and throws towel over his shoulder=-

Doc Anreson: -=two shots go wide, one hitting the target in the next lane, the third shot nearly blowing the head off of the target=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=walks past the firing range and stops for a moment=-

Doc Anreson: -=roars in frustration as every single shot goes wide, tossing the holdout against the wall=- -=picks up the blaster again=- -=one misses completely, hitting the target next to hers in the *cough* the other two hitting the target, one in the arm, the other in the chest=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=winces=- Well, you've done it again, Klivian.

Doc Anreson: -=dropps the blaster and sits on the floor, hugging her knees as she starts to cry=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::he walks into the pool, knowing he'd better learn to swimm::

Corran Horn: -=nudges wes as he sees gavin going in the pool=- wanna be mean?

Hobbie Klivian: -=stops his hand from hitting the door panel=- Damnit, what do I do.

Gavin Darklighter: :: he reaches the closes end, to him, and takes looks at the water::

Wes Janson: -=looks at corran=- depends. what you thinking?

Doc Anreson: -=looks up and sees hobbie, narrowing her eyes=- Care to gloat over your victim -=vehemently=- That was really mean.

Gavin Darklighter: :: he takes of his flight suit, leaving his swim trunks he had put on, so he could simm after flying::

Hobbie Klivian: -=goes ahead and palms the door open=- I'm sorry. I only meant... -=sighs=-

Doc Anreson: I should have known something was up when wes came to get me, but he didn't pull you out himself.... -=speaks as though she's more angry at herself than him as she turns to look away=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::sighs::

Corran Horn: -=grins=- I'm sure you have something in mind -=turns and heads for the pool=-

Hobbie Klivian: actually, he did pull me out. I'm way out of practice and I'm sorry.

Doc Anreson: One, don't swim when you're drunk. Two, get some practice. Three, NEVER cry wampa.

Gavin Darklighter: :: he took of his boots::

Doc Anreson: -=whispers to herself=- cause I couldn't dive in and get you.....

Hobbie Klivian: I wasn't drunk. I was trying to practice and it was Wes' idea.

Mike Ngo: hm.. probably a good time to test out these things... ::taking his issued organic gill along with his towel to the pool. already in swimming trunks::

Corran Horn: -=manages to sneak up right behind gavin=-

Doc Anreson: -=looks up at hobbie=- You know, I shouldn't jump to conclusions. It probably was. -=holds out her hand=- Help me up?

Gavin Darklighter: :: he walks closer to the edge not knowing it was the deep end::

Corran Horn: -=grabs gavin and chucks him into the deep end=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=takes her hand with his shaking on and helps her to her feet=-

Wes Janson: -=starts to laugh=- You're going in after him, you know.

Hobbie Klivian: -=and can't=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::grab, he lets out a yelp, and hits the water::

Corran Horn: Well, maybe he'll get the hang of it real quick

Doc Anreson: -=falls back and starts chuckleing, then pushes herself to her feet. She reaches down to unstrap the rediculous shoes and then stands there barefoot=-

Hobbie Klivian: Sorry. I must be really tired tonight.

Doc Anreson: A shame...-=says quietly=-

Hobbie Klivian: why... why do you say that?

Doc Anreson: because I was just going to go to the pool...

Gavin Darklighter: :: he tries to come up::

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