Log Date:
	11/24/98

Log Cast:
	Avy, Sinjon, Shenner, Chantinelle, Qua'lor, Divk, Hunter, Morrison,
Dracolysk, Emma (NPC), Aidon, Troy, Ariani (NPC), Cailean, Dak

Log Intro:
	Absolutely certain that everybody in the Sandbar has been dying
to know what the situation is between her and Trace Dimitrik, Shenner has
almost been afraid to set foot in the place. But she _does_ work there, and 
she can't avoid the place forever...
	Even if Ariani and Emma have been pretending they didn't see a
thing when Shen left the bar with the young Corellian...
	Even if Loren has been visibly put out that Shenner, after spurning
_him_ for weeks now, has shown interest in _another_ Corellian...
	And even if she's inwardly frantic about what, exactly, she'd tell
any of them if they chose to question her.
	But well hey, a girl can walk into a bar because she's thirsty,
can't she?

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You enter the Sandbar.
The Sandbar
        A large circular room creates the main part of Caspar's infamous 
  SandBar. Dark wood paneled walls adorned with all sorts of paraphanalia set 
  the relaxed athmosphere of the bar. Photographs and holovids are pinned 
  randomly around, seemingly with no order at all. Posters from years past 
  hang proudly, displaying obscure bits of Plaxton's recent history. Several 
  windows made from a deep blue glass allow light in from outside, while still 
  keeping the appearance of the bar rather dark. Along one curved wall a 
  marble bar stands proudly, where Ariani busies herself making drinks and 
  cleaning occational spots of the bar. There is an abundant amount of seating 
  in here. You notice quite a few booths and tables, as well as a loft which 
  protrudes out over the bar. A popular local band plays smooth jazz in the 
  background. 
----For help with tables, type "PLACE HELP"
----For help with drinks, type "BAR HELP"
                 -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Real Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Avy
=> Ariani
=> Emma
                  -=-=-=-=-=<<Visible exits>>=-=-=-=-=-
 <OUT> leads to Fountain Square - Plaxton City.

Avy looks at you for a moment.

Sinjon_Teague enters the Sandbar.
Sinjon_Teague has arrived.

It is with somewhat wary eyes that a carrysack-laden Shenner steps into the 
  bar this morning, as if she expects to be waylain by Ariani, Emma, and the 
  entire band the moment she sets foot in the establishment. When no such 
  thing occurs, she squares her shoulders and slips in, looking for Ariani and 
  her morning shakla.

Avy sits sleepily behind the bar, sipping on some warm fragarant liquid.

The door creaks open letting in a gust of chilly air and a Horansi, Sinjon 
  Teague. He blinks, adjusting his eyes to the dim interior. Sinjon pulls back 
  his hood and blows warm air on his paws while rubbing them together. He 
  notices Shenner just in front of him and he politely taps a pawpad on her 
  shoulder.

Seeing Avy on duty this morning rather than Ariani, Shenner slows to an 
  uncertain halt before the bar, and then says gruffly, "Uh... mornin', Miz 
  Laarken......" She then starts at the touch of the felinoid who's come up 
  behind her, whirling around with a yelp of "Wha--?!"

Avy nods vaugely to Shen as she the slip of a redheaded girl comes in, but 
  starts visually as Shenner's outburst takes over the silence of the room. 
  Nearly spilling her tea, she peers up to see what on Caspar could have 
  attacked the girl.

"A thousand pardons Ms. Shenner," apologizes Sinjon, "I did not mean to 
  startle you, I thought you heard me behind you." He grins toothily. "Good 
  day to you Avy!"

Shenner might have skittish reflexes, but the girl immediately relaxes the 
  moment she registers that it's Sinjon right there behind her. Her face 
  lights up in a broad smile rarely seen by anyone on the Sandbar's staff, and 
  for a moment, she looks as if she might impulsively throw her arms around 
  the Horansi and hug him. She catches herself before the hug occurs, but the 
  smile remain in place as she blurts, "Sinjon! Hiya, p--" Then, she cuts off, 
  blinking between Horansi and woman, startled to hear the former's familiar 
  address of the latter. "You two, ah, know each other...?"

Avy laughs warmly. "indeed we do. In fact, we're neighbors. And a good morn to 
  you too, Sinj." she grins.

Laughter erupts from the Horansi as he looks at the confused bard, "Yes, Avy 
  and I have known each other for a long time. She and her husband Kendell 
  were the first people to befriend me when I settled here in Plaxton City." 
  He smiles at Avy before turning back to Shenner, "So do you have a proper 
  Horansi greeting for a good friend?" he asks Shenner with a playful look.

Chantinelle enters the Sandbar.
Chantinelle has arrived.

Sinjon_Teague looks at you for a moment.

Shenner doesn't need to be reminded that the black felinoid lives on the 
  planet; recent memory of trailing him through the city streets is enough to 
  keep her from asking the obvious. That he lives near Avy, though, is a 
  surprise, and she grins in a kind of shy bemusement. She looks even shyer at 
  Sinjon's wry inquiry, before she steps to him and throws her slender arms 
  about his furry frame. The gesture makes her look abruptly younger, almost 
  childlike. "Hi," she mumbles.

Avy grins warmly as the familiar Horansi and her favorite bardling exchange 
  their hellos. "I'm surprised to see either /one/ of you this early." she 
  chuckles. "Tea?"

Sinjon gives off a purr as Shenner gives him a hug. He rubs cheeks with 
  Shenner in the traditional Horansi greeting. "Glad to see you again!" His 
  gaze falls over her,a look of concern passes his features before he asks, 
  "How are you...doing?"

For a fleeting moment, another rare look crosses Shenner's face, an expression 
  of peace and relaxation, as long as she's hugging the Horansi. At his 
  question, though, she pulls back from Sinjon a little, her expression 
  shutting off ever so slightly. She squares her shoulders and lifts her chin, 
  but because this is Sinjon Teague, what Shen tells him is a low and rough 
  "pretty much okay" rather than an attempt at bravado.

Chantinelle opens slowly the door and quickly hurries into the warm room, 
  closing the door after her, not allowing to let too much cold air into the 
  room. She sighs and looks around, smiling happily as she spots Avy. But 
  first Chanti turns toward the bar, ordering softly a hot chocolate and waits 
  for her mug.

Sinjon notices the expression and places a warm, fuzzy paw on her forehead 
  rumpling her hair. "I certainly hope so.. I would like to talk with you when 
  you get a chance in your busy schedule. My home is right next to Avy's, it 
  is number 53." He smiles again, "So how about some breakfast?" Sinjon turns 
  towards Avy, "Early? No, this is late. I was up at sunrise, doing exercises 
  and getting ready for the morning." He gives Avy a quick wink.

Avy makes her way to Chantinelle's end of the bar and whips up a warm, rich 
  Casparian hot chocolate. "Here you go, Ma'am." she emotes, not recognising 
  the ambassador.

Not unaware of Avy's amused commentary about both their presences in the bar 
  at this hour, Shenner glances in the woman's direction, grinning a small and 
  sheepish half-grin as Sinjon's paw effectively dishevels her hair. "My 
  mornings are free," she mutters. "I was just gonna duck in here before I 
  went to the library..." She trails off, though, as she catches sight of the 
  newly arrived customer.

Chantinelle blinks and doesn't trusts her eyes, seeing the former president 
  serving her the drink, and not Ariani how she expected. Chanti blushes 
  slightly and looks curiously at Avy, accepting the drink form her hands, "Um 
  well thank you, M'Lady" she says softly but still troubled.

Ears perking a bit, Avy takes a longer look at the patron sitting at her bar. 
  "Abassador?" she asks, mildly surprised.

Sinjon pulls a stool out for Shenner and notices her attention redirected 
  towards the woman at the end of the bar, "Do you know her?" he asks quietly.

Chantinelle blushes as she sees that her first thought was right, thinking 
  that this really is the former president of the CDU serving her a drink. She 
  hastily raises a hand to interrupt Avy, "Oh no Ambassador M'Lady. Just 
  Chanti as everybody calls me, even on this planet!"

Shenner flicks Sinjon a grateful look at the mannerly gesture, and as she 
  settles her slim frame down on the stool, she slings her weighty carrysack 
  off her shoulder. "Just know who she is," is her equally quiet reply to the 
  Horansi. "Diplomat. Works for the, uh... Empire."

Avy laughs and shakes her head. "By the Force the Slice is small sometimes. 
  What brings you back here?" she inquires happily, chittering on as if she's 
  known this person for quite some time. "How do you like mybar? Bought it 
  when I retired... It's a nice place to spend days." she winks, putting the 
  Imperial Diplomat's worries as to what Caspar must *do* with their retired 
  government officials to rest.

"That in itself is not a bad thing... I think I recognize her but I am not 
  sure. I thought Morganna was the Imperial ambasador to Caspar?" murmurs 
  Sinjon. "So what have you been up to since we last spoke? I figured you 
  would still be on Calamari.. going to school and the like?"

Chantinelle sips slowly on her hot choclote, slowly because she doesn't want 
  to burn her lips but slowly too because she wants to gain time to think 
  about the news. Finally she puts the mug down on the bar plate, "Oh well. I 
  am back here in a way as a punishment, the HC wasn't pleased too much by my 
  actions I did on Caspar before, esp. under your leadership... So I am back: 
  either I show this time I am worth it, or I get a nice coozy office on 
  Kessel!" she grins, showing that she doesn't really cares what her 
  surperiors are thinking about her. "But you? Oh my... From a president to a 
  barkeeper?" she raises slightly an eyebrow, indicating she judges this 
  change as a fall in Avy's carreer. "But anyhow I am glad to meet you again!" 
  she softly says and offers a friendly smile to Avy as she extends her right 
  hand to her.

Shenner rolls her shoulders in a shrug, apparently either ignorant of or 
  oblivious to the fine points of Imperial diplomacy and who does what in 
  their hierarchy. "Well, uh, kinda wound up needing to come here," she admits 
  to Sinjon. "Friend of mine said he wanted to be here... and, uh, well, Miz 
  Laarken offered me a job." There's a momentary flicker of worry in her green 
  gaze at the mention of this friend, but it is quickly hidden away again as 
  she grins lopsidedly and adds, "I start at Caspar University for winter 
  term."

"Excellent! I am glad you are keeping up with your schooling." he grins, "So 
  did you find Master Skywalker? I know he was on planet a while ago. I spoke 
  to him about you very briefly before we were separated."

Avy chuckles and takes the hand, and gives it a firm shake. "Ah... Well," she 
  smiles. "Once I retired from the Presidentcy, I figured I may as well give 
  myself something to do. This has long since been one of my favorite places 
  in Plaxton, and it was going ounder. I figured that if I could save it, I 
  should." She assures, seemingly proud of her new ownership. "So, you're back 
  on another diplopatic mission!" she smiles. "What happened to what's her 
  name, that took your post here...Morganna something?"

Shenner's grin subsides off her face, and once again, there's a shy and nearly 
  childlike look about her. She sits up straight on the stool, leaning her 
  elbows on the bar and putting on an ostensibly neutral expression. "Saw him 
  a coupla times," she affirms huskily.

Chantinelle gets a worried expression onher face as she hears Morgs' 
  name,"Ambassador Tazecks left the planet for some personal reason and I 
  allowed her the free time, esp. since the terrorist tried to shoot her but 
  gladly didn't kill her, but... as sad as it is some innocent bystander.. a 
  young native girl.." she sighs deeply showing open her emotions and feelings 
  about the whole case and withdraws slowly her hand from Avy's , "Well but I 
  am here for another reason.. I was looking for the manager of the bar here 
  and now I just know you are the boss, Wow!"

"Then I am sure he was able to help you out..I am sorry for the manner in 
  which I did things on Calamari. I was concerned that things would have 
  gotten worse and you would have been hurt," he murmurs with a serious 
  expression but it soons clears, "I am glad you are well though, we can talk 
  of these things later in private."

Avy nods, "I wondered if she would leave under the circumstances." she notes, 
  her eyebrows furrowed. She takes a seat on the stool behind the bar and 
  smiles. "So, what is it you were looking for from the owner of this fine 
  establishment?"

"Luke and I... talked a bit," Shenner affirms, "but he was kinda busy, ya 
  know? I decided... not to bother him." Her ostensibly neutral expression 
  turns into an ostensibly cheerful crooked smile, though it doesn't _quite_ 
  reach her eyes. "I'm doin' okay. Rekkie's lettin' me stay with her and I got 
  me a job, and I'm gonna be in school, what more can a street rat want, hey?"

Chantinelle smiles happily being able to leave the sad topic of the rebel 
  terrorists, she grins at Avy , "Well I am in a need of a party service you 
  know, and since this is definately the best bar around and everbody - me 
  included- loves it I thought why not ask the Sand Bar to provide us with 
  food, drinks and entertainment?" she smiles and looks at Avy, curious abou 
  her reaction.

Avy's eyebrows raise in surprise. "You want us to cater a party for you? In 
  Plaxton?" She asks, just to be clear.

Sinjon grins back at Shenner, "Well then things are pretty good. I would like 
  to check on things if you would not mind a bit later. I am sure Master 
  Skywalker did what he could, but he had problems of his own that I need to 
  help him with." The Horansi stretches and winces slighty as he raises his 
  arms.

Shenner risks a sidelong glance up at the black Horansi beside her, and 
  profers a very tiny smile, barely more than one corner of her mouth curling 
  up a bit. "He, uh... well, he just mostly talked to me." A beat, and then 
  she amends, "I think. I... uh... well, stuff started kinda comin' back 
  before I saw him, but he just gave me some advice on what to do about it, 
  yah know? So I figured I-I'd just try that and not bug him." Another beat; 
  the small shy smile vanishes. "Look, um..."

Chantinelle gees and raises her hands defensively, "For me, no way! If I would 
  make a party, and esp here, there wouldn't come many persons... Bit no, I 
  was order to manage a small party in the name of the embassy to thank the 
  people and government of the CDU, nothing big really, no compare to a party 
  what we used to have on Coruscant, well but we must look what we can do 
  inthe small embasyy building, or we even chose a different place."

Avy chuckles and nods. "I'd be glad to oblige, Chanti." she smiles. "What sort 
  of things would you like?"

Qua'lor enters the Sandbar.
Qua'lor has arrived.
Qua'lor walks into the bar calmly and takes a stool at the bar, ordering tea 
  for Ariani.
Qua'lor sits down at the bar.

Chantinelle oohs and pauses for a sec, taking a sip and removing a strain of 
  hair which felt over an eye, "Hmm.. We need food for a buffet, and the 
  according drinks of course, then a small bar which offers every drink the 
  guests want to have... and some entertainment.." she looks around searching 
  for Shenner and says as she sees her togther with the cat, "A singer and a 
  band would be nice.."

At the other end of the bar, all of her attention solidly upon her Horansi 
  companion, Shenner appears oblivious at the moment to the scrutiny of 
  Chantinelle. "... don't mind that you... did what you had to," she's 
  muttering to Sinjon, as the ambassador glances her way.

Ariani is actually rather conspicuous by her absence, this morning in the bar. 
  Behind the counter instead is Avy, currently in conversation with 
  Chantinelle.

Ears perk at Shenner's answers, "Hmmm, he must have been unable to help you at 
  the time...it is not a well known fact but Master Skywalker had lost all 
  contact with the Force for a while. He was captured by Valak, from what I 
  gather is the Forsaken's leash holder, and tortured. Some how Valak managed 
  to cut off Master Luke from the Force, thankfully he was able to escape from 
  the Darkness and make his way here." Sinjon reaches over the counter and 
  gets a pitcher of water and a pair of glasses for Shenner and himself.

Divk enters the Sandbar.
Divk has arrived.

Avy eyes Shenner for a moment before looking back towards Chantinelle. "Well, 
  The band I can cover. But the singer... She's on an open contract. I can't 
  require her to play anywhere... You'd have to strike up a deal with her, 
  separate-like. If she agrees, I can set up all the necissary equipment..." 
  she says, loud enough to hopefully trickle down towards Shenner's ears. Of 
  course, the redheaded barkeep has no idea what sort of conversation the 
  bardling is in the middle of herself.

Shenner starts... and then goes very, very still at Sinjon's quietly delivered 
  information. She doesn't visibly flinch, but her eyes turn shadowed and 
  pained, and when she finally manages a reply, it's a simple croak of, "Oh..."

Avy's eyes stay with Chantinelle as she makes her way a few seats over 
  towardsQua'lor and brings up a hot pot of water and a basket of choice 
  exotic hot teas.

Divk enters the room, breathing a little heavily as if from jogging, looks 
  around and strides to the bar.

Sinjon notices the reaction and puts a warm paw on Shenner's leg, "He is fine 
  now. He and I have been on a pilgrimage of sorts, working at getting him 
  back to full steam." He pours out a glass of clear, cold water for them 
  both. "So I am sure he gave you as much help as possible, but I would like 
  to see and help if it is needed." he smiles warmly at Shenner.

"I don't wanna bug Luke about it any more," Shenner blurts. "He don't hafta 
  waste--er, I mean, he doesn't have to spend time on me, he's gotta have more 
  important things to do. I... I'll be okay." She grabs the water Sinjon has 
  poured her, grateful for the distraction, not to mention the moisture for a 
  throat suddenly gone dry.

Hunter enters the Sandbar.
Hunter has arrived.

Qua'lor sits at the bar with a cup of tea and a datapad.

Divk asks the waitress for a cup of Guilliam Tea. She seems unsure if she has 
  it and leaves to see. Divk sits at the bar, near the far end.

As Shen gulps down swallows of water, the girl reaches unconsciously for the 
  silver-and-brass necklace that seems to be an inevitable part of her attire, 
  fishing the little pendant out of her shirt and cupping it in the fingers of 
  her free hand.

Divk sits down at the bar.

One end of the bar is already occupied by Shenner and Sinjon; the redheaded 
  musician, however, seems engrossed in the quiet exchange she's having with 
  the Horansi.

Qua'lor sits at the bar with a cup of tea and a datapad.

Sinjon shakes his head, "No, Master Luke has continued on with his journeys, I 
  was meaning that *I* would like to see how things are... if you would not 
  mind." He pours Shen another glass, "I see you still have your necklace, I 
  am glad..."

Shenner sneaks another sidelong glance at Sinjon, such that only he can see 
  the brief vulnerable expression in her youthful features, the lowering of 
  defenses behind her green eyes. "I... well... most of it's come back," she 
  mumbles. And then she starts, glancing down at the pendant she's holding; 
  seeing it, she stares at it oddly as if a bit perplexed to find it there. 
  But she slowly nods at Sinjon's observation.

"But you are still having problems?" he inquires gently, "It is up to you, but 
  I wish nothing more than to help." Sinjon gives her a grin, "Besides, I can 
  catch up with you!" The Horansi pokes at her playfully.

Hunter walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically.
Hunter has left.

Qua'lor walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically.
Qua'lor has left.

Morrison enters the Sandbar.
Morrison has arrived.

Divk nods as the waitress signals her success in finding the selected brand of 
  tea as he pulls a wad and peels a note from it, drops it to the bar and puts 
  the roll back in his pocket.

Her gaze settling upon her pendant, though looking almost more _past_ it than 
  _at_ it, Shenner murmurs hoarsely, "Coupla... nightmares here and there 
  still, I guess. Woke Rekkie up. She, uh... told me 'bout tryin' to write 
  what I remember about my dreams down. See if I can remember 'em better... ya 
  know?"

Dracolysk enters the Sandbar.
Dracolysk has arrived.

Morrison enters the Sand Bar with another man. He looks at the man and 
  comments, "Finally stopped raining on this fnarken planet." The blond man 
  with him nods and agrees. They order drinks at the bar and the make their 
  way to an empty table.

Dracolysk makes his way in from the street and pauses just inside the doorway. 
  He takes a deep breathe as he glances about slowly, nodding to several 
  patrons briefly.

With Avy distracted by her conversation with Chantinelle, this leaves young 
  Emma the sole person available to ferry drinks back and forth. Ariani, 
  apparently, has the morning off. Her little sister scurries about, taking 
  orders here, bringing drinks there, and occasionally peering curiously over 
  at the conversation between Shenner and Sinjon at one end of the bar.

Dracolysk looks at you for a moment.
Dracolysk smiles pleasantly as the atmosphere seeps into him, his eyes flash 
  as the music moves onto a new track and he starts to swing his hips and 
  shoulders in time with the beat as he saunters his way through the patrons 
  towards the Bar.

Divk nods as his drink appears, he takes the steaming cup in his hands and 
  admires the dark, oily liquid.

No live music, not at this hour -- but this hasn't stopped the Sandbar from 
  keeping decent music on hand to pipe through the sound systems when the band 
  is on their off-time. The melodies are fairly mellow ones, but then, it _is_ 
  fairly early in the day yet. Still, as the place gets a bit busy, Emma does 
  her best to keep tabs on all the customers, smiling perkily at those she 
  attends.

Morrison leans over and whispers in his large blond companion's ear. The blond 
  nods and then slides out of his seat. He walks accross the bar and stops at 
  the counter, where he hops up on a stool. Morrison leans back in his booth 
  and withdraws a book from his pocket. He opens the book and begins to read 
  when a very attractive woman catches his eye. He looks at Chantinelle for a 
  momment trying to recall where he has seen her perfect face.

Sinjon takes a long draw on his water glass before answering, "The nightmares 
  are not as bad?" he queries.

Dracolysk leans against the bar and orders a Mon Calamaris Blue with a twist 
  of lime. Smiling towards the bar staff pleasantly as he does.

Shenner pulls in a long, slow breath, then lets it out again, muttering softly 
  to the Horansi without meeting his grass-hued gaze, "I ain't woke Rekkie up 
  screaming for a few weeks now." She gives another of those little crooked 
  grins.

Aidon enters the Sandbar.
Aidon has arrived.
Aidon strolls in, glances around, and then finds himself a seat. His eyes 
  focus on several peoplem, ,though he only appears to recognize one.

Divk sits at the far end of the bar and sips a bit from his drink as it cools. 
  He watches the oily ring around the inside of the cups edge slide slowly 
  down until it stops at the surface of the liquid.

Sinjon nods, "Well I would like to see if I can make them go away. I have been 
  doing research on this kind of thing since we parted ways. Also helping with 
  Master Luke's problem has given me more insight... this is only with your 
  permission," he gives Shen a wink and a grin.

Dracolysk nods a thanks as his drink is mixed and places a few cred chits on 
  the bar as payment. Taking up the drink he moves away from the bar and 
  starts to mingle through the crowd, sipping from the drink occasionally and 
  chatting with different patrons as he passes by them.

Morrison lights a cigarette and looks away from Chantinelle to his book. He 
  notics the Jedi Horansi now. He removes a few things from his pocket and 
  puts them on the table beside his book. A pocket knife, a few credits, some 
  lint...some wadded up paper. He crumbles the paper up and puts the coins in 
  his pocket.

Aidon orders a meal and drink from one of the servers quietly. His voice might 
  be audible from a few tables away, but no more.

Shenner looks up at Sinjon again, giving the black Horansi a full and liquid 
  look. "I... well... I don't wanna put you offa doin'... important stuff, ya 
  know?" she tells him. She's still got one hand on that pendant of hers, her 
  personal talisman, though she's not clinging to it hard. If she is aware of 
  the looks being directed at her companion, she's shown no sign of it, not 
  yet.

Troy enters the Sandbar.
Troy has arrived.
Troy strools into the SandBar, Looking a little Grim, but still has on that 
  smile of his.
Troy blinks a few times, Lights a Cigar and heads for the Bar.

Dracolysk is leaning against the bar, a softly glowing neon-blue cocktal in 
  his hand. By his feet, also leaning against the bar, his Attache Case rests 
  on the floor.

The Sandbar's business has picked up a bit with the coming of the afternoon 
  hours, though it's still fairly early for the place to be doing its best 
  business. With the lunchtime customers comes Ariani at last, bustling in to 
  help out her little sister Emma with the customers on hand. Avy Laarken is 
  still in conversation with the ambassador Chantinelle, and at one end of the 
  bar, in earnest conversation with the black Horansi Sinjon Teague is 
  Shenner, the Sandbar's redheaded guitar player. The girl's 
  uncharacteristically vulnerable-looking of expression; whatever she's 
  discussing with the Horansi must be an odd topic indeed.

Troy walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically.
Troy has left.

Aidon is in the back, silently eating a sandwich and drinking something 
  appropriately lunch-like. He occasionally glances up, a neutral sweep of the 
  room.

Dracolysk sips from his drink and then glances around the Sandbar. A pleasant 
  smile crosses his face as he places the half-empty glass on the bar and 
  pulls a small silver case out ofhis jackets pocket. Flipping open the top 
  Hugo reveals a row of thin black cheroots, selecting on he closes the case 
  again and pockets it.

Placing the thin black cheroot into his mouth, Hugo Dracolysk fishes a 
  battered durasteel lighter from his pocket. He stares at it for a second and 
  reads a line of engraved text along it, a distant look apearing in his eyes 
  for a second, before he flicks his wrist and causes the lighter to produce a 
  flame. Holding the flame to the tip of the cheroot ignites the tip and he 
  then flicks the lighter closed and pockets it
Dracolysk takes the cheroot from his mouth, picks his drink up and sips from 
  it before replacing the cheroot into his mouth.

Aidon finishes his lunch and steps out after dropping his payment on his table.
Aidon walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically.
Aidon has left.

Divk wakes, as if from a dream, looks around and looks for his drink.

Dracolysk is leaning against the bar, a glowing neon-blue cocktail in one hand 
  and a thin black cheroot in his mouth. He inhales the aromatic smoke deeply, 
  the cheroots' tip glowing feircly.

Divk sits at the bar as he pulls a datapad and does some work.
Divk stands and beats feet to the door, waving as he goes for some fresh air.
Divk walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically.
Divk has left.

Sinjon cocks his head to the side, his ears twitching, and looks at her with 
  one eye. "At this time there is nothing more important than helping out my 
  friend. Believe it or not, helping out you is as much of a priority as 
  stopping a Forsaken from his reign of terror." He smiles toothily at the 
  bard and pokes at her again with a pointy paw pad, "Besides, I figure if I 
  keep helping you that you will be completely indebted to me."

Oblivious as the bar's lunchtime crowd has come in, and with them the 
  bartender Ariani to pick up helping her little sister, Shenner grins tinily 
  to the felinoid. "Ain't that just like a cat," she chides, but not at all 
  unkindly, squirming ticklishly at the paw-poking. Then she adds in earnest 
  tones, "I, um, ain't exactly... fond of nightmares, so, well... um."

Cailean enters the Sandbar.
Cailean has arrived.

Dak enters the Sandbar.
Dak has arrived.
Dak is dragged into the bar, so drunk he is senseless, snoring from his 
  beer-smelling uniform.

Stepping through the door into the bar, the recruit helping Dak along is 
  silhouetted against the outside light, hiding his look of relief at getting 
  off the street. Moving quickly to the side of the room, Cailean dumps Dak 
  unceremoniously in the first vacant booth he comes to, before sliding into a 
  seat opposite him.

As the afternoon progresses, the patronage in the Sandbar begins to pick up 
  again after the post-lunchtime lull. There are a few scattered people here 
  and there in the place, but it's still fairly empty; at the moment, the only 
  beings at the bar are the Sandbar's youngest musician in deep conversation 
  with a black Horansi on the stool beside her. Ariani is on duty behind the 
  bar, and her little sister Emma is waiting the tables. Seeing the drunken 
  young man, Emma can be heard to squeal softly, "Ewww!" Ariani, more subtle 
  than her sister, merely lifts an eyebrow and keeps an eye on the fellow.

Dak snores so loudly you might mistake him for a roaring yeti.

Sinjon chuckles, "Very well, meet me soon so we can talk more about this. I 
  have to get about my day and you are probably late for whatever studying you 
  were going to do today. May the Force be with you until then." He gives the 
  young woman a large hug.

Shenner stands as Sinjon hugs her, and smiles with a touch of that same odd 
  vulnerability still lurking about her features. "Yeah... I gotta get in a 
  bit more homework before we play tonight... but... thanks, okay, pal?"

Sinjon smiles at Shenner "You are very welcome Ms. Shenner. If you ever need 
  help of any kind I hope you will not hesitate in asking me." The Horansi 
  gives her a wave as he heads towards the door and into the fall weather of 
  Plaxton City.

Glad of the dim light in the bar, Cailean makes no move as yet towards the 
  bar, though a calming drink might be welcomed at the moment. Instead, he 
  concentrates on his unconscious companion, leaning across the table to give 
  the cadet a less than gentle shake in an attempt to wake him.

Shenner watches Sinjon depart, looking a trifle bereft and hopeful at the same 
  time, returning his wave as he goes. Only when the Horansi has left her does 
  the girl seem to shake herself ever so subtly, some sort of shield coming 
  back into place in her expression, some sort of defense within her coming 
  back online.

And Emma, in the meantime, tentatively approaching Cailean and Dak's table, 
  speaks up cautiously, "Um... what can I get you two...?"

"Sngg-ghgjh-ghgh".....Dak opens his eyes and stares blankly at his companion.

"Water, for him.. /cold/ water," Cailean says to the waitress, putting on a 
  friendly smile as he again retreats behind his usual facade. "And.. the same 
  for me, I think. Don't want the roles to switch, now do we?" he adds, 
  glancing to his slowly waking companion.

Emma crinkles her nose at the slumped figure of Dak, but bobs her head and 
  scurries off to get that water. Shenner, in the meantime, rubs a hand across 
  her eyes, glancing warily around the bar as if somehow nervous that someone 
  might have seen her so engrossed in conversation with the Horansi who's just 
  left; her composure regained, she turns to hail Ariani, waiting for the 
  woman to finish serving a pair of older Sarians who have come in for an 
  early cocktail or two.

Dracolysk makes his way out of the toilets at the back and heads across the 
  bar towards the doorway.

"You've had another one of those interesting encounters of yours, ain'tcha, 
  kiddo?" murmurs Ariani to Shenner as the redheaded girl slumps back down on 
  her stool. The bartender's good -- she's whipped up one of those brandied 
  cocoas that Shenner is so fond of, and the gesture gets her a small 
  half-smile from the musician.

Dracolysk walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically.
Dracolysk has left.

Dak shakes his head and sputters disdainfully, "/Water/? Water? You tryin' ta 
  kill me, man?"

Cailean simply raises a brow slightly at that, not even gracing his companion 
  with a smile. "Not yet, no. Though I have no idea why I'm doing this, I'm 
  trying to sober you up. I thought water would be the best, considering 
  you're buying," he adds with a slight grin.

Emma returns in short order with two tall glasses of water, which she sets 
  down on the table before Cailean and Dak. "Here you go," she pipes, trying 
  to maintain her perky demeanor even though she can't quite fathom why 
  someone would be drunk at _this_ hour of the day. She considers, and then 
  adds sympathetically, "I can bring you a hangover remedy if you boys needed 
  it."

Dak looks to Emma and says thankfully, "I'd appreciate it, ma'am....not been 
  myself today, sorry for the trouble." Then he looks at Cailean and shakes 
  hsi head. "Why?"

"Why to which part?" the recruit asks, nodding his thanks to Emma, and taking 
  a slight sip of the water. "Why am I sobering you up? I told you, I have no 
  idea. Why are you buying? Because for whatever reason, I /am/ sobering you 
  up. Or perhaps why am I not trying to kill you?" he adds, a sparkle for once 
  piercing through the artificial blankness of his eyes.

Dak shifts in his seat and says finally, "Well, anyway, thank you. I get like 
  this at times."

Nodding briefly, Cailean sips his water, absently hoping that his uniform 
  doesn't reek too badly of alcohol now, after dragging.. _What *is* his name, 
  anyway?_ he wonders to himself. "I really have no idea what I'm doing.. I 
  don't even know your name, Tracer."

Dak says simply, "M' names Dak. I used to work tech, but Ellie convinced me 
  take up the mil."

Oh, well, at least he's drunken and _polite_! This rather assures Emma, and 
  she flashes both Dak and Cailean a sunny smile as she scampers off to fetch 
  the promised remedy. As she goes, Shenner looks up from her shakla and eyes 
  the table the girl's just left, asking her as she goes, "What's with them?" 
  Emma, by way of reply, hrmphs at the redhead, saying pertly, "The poor man 
  has a headache. Not like _you'd_ care much, they're just _men_, and you 
  don't like _men_, remember?"

It doesn't take long before Emma returns to drop off a small glass of 
  something that bubbles and smells positively foul -- suggesting that it may 
  well be potent in the task of easing hangovers. She tells the two at the 
  table, "Now, you just sing out if you need anything else, okay?" And she's 
  off again, to check on another table.

"Hrmph," mutters Shenner, blushing at Emma's teasing, but not elaborating, not 
  even under Ariani's droll regard.

Dak eyes the foul-smelling liquid and offers Cailean a pleasding look.

Smiling his thanks to the swiftly departed Emma, he grins to Dak. "Well, drink 
  up. Smells wonderful, wish I were drunk," he adds dryly. Sipping his water, 
  he wilts not a bit under the pleading gaze.

Dak next turns back to Emma and looks from her to glass, her to glass, her to 
  glass. Clearly he is making a statement, like maybe, 'You expect me to DRINK 
  this?'

Emma sails past with a tray full of breadsticks bound for a table in the back, 
  and says as she goes, "It'll help! Honest!"

"Hrmph," mutters Shenner again, slugging down her shakla, and trying not to 
  frown too much.

"You heard the lady, Dak. It'll help," the recruit grins, enjoying this, after 
  the discomfort of the square. "She should know, after all.. I bet she's seen 
  more hangovers than you've.. well, than you've had, which seems a few."

Dak grins and winks at Cailean. "More than a few, but let's not go into that." 
  Dak says with a shrug, "Can't be much worse than sour beer..." He takes a 
  swig...
......and hacks and coughs, rushing from the booth to vomit out the door!

Emma and Ariani, indeed, look rather quietly amused, though they manage to 
  keep straight faces. Shenner -- who isn't commenting upon how many hangovers 
  she's seen in _her_ lifetime -- merely crinkles her nose, getting to her 
  feet and slinging her carrysack onto her shoulder. The shakla's finished, 
  Sinjon is gone, and she's bent on getting _some_ studying done before the 
  Sandbar's band hits the stage tonight.

Reaching out to keep the glass from tipping over, not wanting Dak to miss out 
  on the rest of his treat. Leaning out from the booth, he chuckles quietly at 
  the sight of the cadet hanging on the doorframe, wondering how the 
  pedestrians outside reacted to that sight.

Dak walks back to the booth and takes the water, gulping it in quickly, then 
  wipes his mouth. "Whew!

"Enjoy that, did you?" Cailean asks with a grin. "Seems to have done you the 
  world of good, I must say. Why, I'd swear you were almost going in a 
  straight line, just then!"

Dak laughs lightly. "I got a little carried away with the beer, I guess."

Cailean shakes his head slowly, leaning back in his seat as his eyes slowly 
  trace about the room, seemingly not seeing what he looks at. "It was barely 
  noon when you stumbled your way out of here, Dak.. that's more than a little 
  carried away, unless you'd been drinking since last night."

Silently, her features distracted and her bearing uncomfortable, Shenner slips 
  out of the bar, with a quiet word to Ariani that she'll be back later.

[End log.]