Characters: Hatter, Dinoh the Space Yorkie, OPEN Location: The Laughing Mynock cantina Planet: Coruscant When: 3 What: Hatter drinking himself into a coma because his lady friend is gone Rating: Um...PG?
"I'm thinkin' you may just be at your limit as well partner," came the arrogant voice of Mal, as he sat down at the bar, close to Hatter. "Best to be checkin' that out by standin'."
He signaled to the bartender to bring him a drink of his own, although what drink he wasn't quite sure, which he made obvious when the bartender asked. "How am I supposed to know what this gorram place's got to drink," he asked in return. "Can't you just give a man somethin' strong?"
"I'll be at my limit when I fall over," Hatter replied easily, a skeptical look being shot at his newest company from over his shoulder. Dinoh started drinking the next beverage with a stealth that was in no small parts unsettling.
A bit of a grin won out on his face despite himself at the man's reply, "Not from around these parts I gather?" He asked, tilting his head in a nod, "Lost oysters always tend to gravitate towards where the water is, I've noticed."
"Now where I come from it ain't exactly flatterin' to call another man an oy- YAH!" He exclaimed, pulling out his blaster and leveling it at the creature drinking from Hatter's glass. "Wuh duh ma huh tah duh fong kwong duh wai shung! What in gorram hell izzat thing?!"
The man's startled exclaimation naturally lead to Hatter himself being startled, as made apparent be the fact that his hands immediately rose to protect his hat. Hat's were so hard to come by these days...
What was he doing again? Ah yes, drinking. And Hat saving. A Hatter always made a habit of rescuing hats-
"You singing me a song there?" Hatter asked curiously, the words the man sputtered forth not making a lick of sense as he gradually lowered his hands to pet Dinoh's scruff.
"'is name," Hatter hiccuped again, "is Dinoh. And he's a-"
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He signaled to the bartender to bring him a drink of his own, although what drink he wasn't quite sure, which he made obvious when the bartender asked. "How am I supposed to know what this gorram place's got to drink," he asked in return. "Can't you just give a man somethin' strong?"
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A bit of a grin won out on his face despite himself at the man's reply, "Not from around these parts I gather?" He asked, tilting his head in a nod, "Lost oysters always tend to gravitate towards where the water is, I've noticed."
He hiccuped.
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What was he doing again? Ah yes, drinking. And Hat saving. A Hatter always made a habit of rescuing hats-
"You singing me a song there?" Hatter asked curiously, the words the man sputtered forth not making a lick of sense as he gradually lowered his hands to pet Dinoh's scruff.
"'is name," Hatter hiccuped again, "is Dinoh. And he's a-"
Hatter winced.
"He's unique."
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