Re: Bar Room Brawl Cheers!
Konah raises an eyebrow, "Only being cautious. Though it would seem as if you are the one with the problem." she notes, pointing towards his drink and the two others being made.

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Konah raises an eyebrow, "Only being cautious. Though it would seem as if you are the one with the problem." she notes, pointing towards his drink and the two others being made.
Spartan: *Slapping the drinks to the floor, he drunkily arises to his feet and gives a glare*
A problem you say? Maybe I should fix my own problem with the one giving it
* And all the patrons and servers yell as if That was a rap battle*
OOOOOOOOHHHHHH!
Konah removes her hand from her saber. She leans forward and places her elbows on her knees, a smile touching her lips. "Oh is the big strong man going to hurt me? Please, mister don't." she chides, leaning back she lets out a small giggle.
Spartan: As a wise man once told me- It doesn't matter who we are. What matters is our plan. No one cared who I was till I put on the mask. That meant absolutely nothing to me. And neither do you.
*The crowd cheers as if a rap battle comeback just hit Konah**
Konah looks at the man, "That has nothing to do with our current situation, you should really drink less." looks around at the people gathering.
Spartan: ignites saber* I will kill you because of your lack of respect
Konah leans forward again watching the man, "Oh that's a pretty colour, and you...plan to kill me?" She asks Skeptically
Spartan: Approaches Konah and reiterates to her face** "I will... if I have to."
Konah smiles, "Ah and why might you "have" to kill me. I simply noticed your folly, and you lack on control." she say her smile clear. Despite her smile her left hand falls casually to her silver saber hilt.
Spartan: Control is not a civility of matter, but I can see you are toying with my vice grip on what I am imposing.
*Displaces the Saber and offers a drink to Konah**
Am I in control now?
Konah frowns at the mans words and smiles again as he deactivates his saber, "I might say yes, but then how would I know if you were going to accept that for an answer?" she asks taking the drink and swirling the straw playfully.
Spartan: I believe we have started on the wrong page here... Miss? What was your name? *offers a seat beside himself and jester**
Jester: (Looks at Spartan)
Jester: You seem to have become soft in your time away.
Jester: (Uncovers all black double hilt saber and picks up the drink and takes a drink.)
Jester: AWWWWW, Krayt Drangon Bllod. The best in the Universe.
Spartan: I have not grown soft. Merely stronger with less ambitious force. I know I am better. I just do not expel energy to prove it
(Grabs drinks and chugs)
Spartan: soft is what you call a friend of mine. He's named carth. That fool was soft as a p***y
Konah raises an eyebrow, "You might have won a battle of power, though you seem to lack wits." She muses, "As for your saber", she motions to the black hilt, "I'd assume it's beauty is not reflected by it's owner." She laughs.
Spartan: Ok thats it
(Pushes Konah to the side)
Sorry I don't hit little girls, I only push
Konah slips off the stool and in the process pushes the drink towards Spartan's lap. "Ooops." She says as she falls.
Jester: (Takes another drink and then sits the mug down)
Jester: I may be grown up on the outside but you two are still younglings inside.
Jester: (I laugh and raise my hand)
Jester: Bar Keep!!! Give me another and 2 cups of Bantha Milk for the kids.
Jester: (Laughs)
Konah looks around as she stands up, "I love Bantha Milk." she mumbles almost to herself.
Spartan: (Picks up his new mandalorian sith lord cell phone in his pocket)
"Hello? Hey malak, wasup buddy? I gotta couple of problems that need to be dealt here quick. Leave the leviathan and come down here to the TelosTap Bar."
Malak: On my way My Lord