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Oddyn had been wandering across the empty halls and rooms of the casino for a while now, with a singularly important quest: to find a bottle of whiskey. It wasn't an easy task, his kinspeople had been thorough in taking good alcohol with them, but in the end he was successful. Getting down to the mail game hall he sat by the sabacc table and waited for co-drinker to arrive. Fancy glass was much easier to come by, so he was fully prepared.

He heard a female voice call in, "Hey, you here?" It echoed in the empty halls.

Odd loudly clinked the glass. "It's me, Mr Malty from Corellia! I'm here!"

She laughed and followed his voice in until she arrived grinning. "Mr. Malty, my best friend!" She greeted facetiously with open arms.

He got up with a smug grin and shortened the distance to handle the heavy, quarter-full glass of to her. He then clinked hers with his, holding the glass in metallic fingers of his new cyberarm. "Then come on, give him a hello kiss. Oya!"

She clinked her glass with his and took a drink, heaving a long sigh after she swallowed. "That's good stuff."

He nodded in agreement, having taken a long sip as well. "At last. It's the very last bottle in here, so we're both lucky and not."

"True... But who knows what will be around in the next theater?" She offers with a smile. "Want to see if we can scrounge up a deck of cards somewhere?"

"I'll be looking around for good liquor from the get-go." He smirked, enjoying the burn on his palate. On a cue, he looked around, then bent down toward the drawer under the table. "Feeling for some sabacc?"

"Yeah. I'm not usually big on cards, but I figure it's something to do while we hang out and drink," she chuckled, slipping into a seat at the table he pulled the cards out of.

Odd put the glass away as he sat and started to shuffle. The metal fingers seemed eerily proficient with de-bundling fatigued cards. Looking up the redhead, he smirked. "I am not good at this, nor do I have much creds to bet, so you'll need to get creative about your prize."

"Hmm... Whoever wins has to find the next drink?" She offered. "I mean, normally I'd be all for strip sabacc, but... girlfriend probably wouldn't approve."

He caught her gaze with the firm focus of his and smiled faintly. "I like redheads and there are nice rooms up here, but I angle toward respect for whatever commitments you bring to the table." He dealt cards. "With that out of the way, game on."

As professed, his game luck wasn't great.

EN6. Sabacc with Luth. Cool.: 2eA+1eF 3 advantage, 1 Dark Side


Net, after Dark Pip: 1 failure, 2 advantages

She smirked and looked down at her cards, playing surprisingly well, though with as much luck as turned out to be on her side, she almost didn't need it.

EN6 Cool: 2eA+1eF 1 success, 3 advantage, 2 Light Side

Odd drained his glass watching his spectacular defeat, nodding in acceptance. Cards slammed back into the pile, he refilled for them both, smiling. "So we have this thing settled, the next bottle is on me. Are you going to ride your luck some more?"

"Wouldn't be an interesting game if I didn't," she chuckled.

"What shall it be about now, Lady Sabacc? Some truth or dare?" He mused curiously, clinking again before raising the glass.

She raised an eyebrow. "You know what? Why not."

"Calls after we know the victor?" He played a little better this time, more careful about drawing.

EN6. Sabacc with Luth. Cool.: 2eA+1eF 1 success, 1 Light Side


Net: 2 successes, 1 advantage

"Sounds like a plan," she said. Her hand didn't agree with her, though. "Spoke too soon. I guess you go first, then. I'll take a dare."

Odd thought about it, stroking his beard. Well, she had a girlfriend. Finally he decided, and pointed to the big chandelier in the main hall.

"See that? Swing on it, or take it down with one shot."

She looked up and nodded. "Well, people are eventually going to come back here, so..." A brief glance around to find a good place to get on and then she got up. She ran up the stairs to the second floor then, taking a running start, hopped onto a banister on the second floor, leaping out and catching the chandelier, swinging from it with grace, even doing a little flip with her dismount. A few of the crystals were knocked loose, hitting the floor with a tinkle. "Well... Could've been worse, I guess."

Athletics + Brawn: 1eA+1eP+2eD 2 successes, 2 threat, 1 Triumph

Crystals shattered around him as he was there, having darted into proximity when she had not been looking. For a first bench experience, of course, not because of his doubt she could pull it off? With folded arms, metallic fingers playing a rhythm on a forearm plate, he looked at her feistily. "Not bad at all. That was pretty to watch." He watched for colour and breath to assess how much this feat had been routine for her, orshe had been singularly reckless.

She wasn't naturally strong so much as quick and precise, so she was a little red and breathing a bit more than usual, but she grinned cockily. "Thanks."

"Still, should I go lighter on the next dare?" He moved back to the table, seeing how she could use another drink.