Inside the Cantina (Have a drink - enjoy the music!)

Sirax noticed Ross standing at the bar with his ale, observing the remaining patrons. He stood up, and slowly walked to the bar, "Bartender, another drink for me".
As the service droid brought him his drink Sirax, turned to Ross, saying "So you like Corellian Ale, me too, thats were I'm from you know. What brings you here"

"Is that so?" asked Sirax, as he took a sip of his ale "And what kind of skills would those be?"

"A problem solver?" said Sirax raising an eyebrow, "I don't come across those too often. So what kind of problems do you solve?"

"Ah, 'that' kind of problem solver" said Sirax, taking another sip of his drink. "We'll theres not many jobs right now, thats why everyone is here, drinking the time away".
Sirax the looked over at Davik who had just walked into the cantina, "You looking for someone?"

"Well look no futher" said Sirax walking over to Davik, leaving Ross and Davrek to argue. "I'm Sirax"

"Speak to me?" asked SIrax as he took a seat next to Ross "Very well, what about?"

"Hmmm, a package you say" said Sirax, taking another sip of ale, and leaning closer to Davik. "Well it just so happens I do have a 'package' in my possession, which I'm holding for someone" he whispered. "But I'm only supposed to give it away once I receive payment".

Typho sat at his table with some of the other members of the GTC, watching the men at the bar converse. As he saw one of them approach the guards, he called out to him in his deep, gruff voice. "Easy, son. No one is trying to die here right now. Stay cool."

Sirax waited until the guards were looking the other way, then looked down at the "bax" Davik had dropped near his feet, the picked it up quickly.

Sirax opened the box, made sure everything was in order, closed it and whispered "Very well, I'll just go get the package now, if you could wait here while i retrive it from my ship".
Sirax the stood up, holding the box under his arm, walked casualy out of the bar.

Typho eyed Davrek coolly from his table. The seven or eight other members at the table watched him as well. "Who do I think I am? I am Typho Raame, a half-Mandalorian Bounty Hunter and Ambassador for the Galactic Trade Commission. You better lose that tone of voice around me, son. You don't want to make an enemy of me. Come on, let me buy you a drink."
The serving droid that Typho called over earlier came back with his drink. He looked up at the droid, took the drink, yet told the droid to stay there and pointed to Davrek. "Get another Corellian Ale for my friend over, clanker."

A few moments later, Sirax returned to the cantina, holdin a slightly larger box. He calmly placed it on the table in front of Davik. "By the way, I do not know what is inside" said Sirax "I was only told to hold onto it until I recieved payment".
He then turned towards the bar and called "Bartender, drinks all round, I'll pay for everyone".

Typho nodded back at Ross. He turned his gaze back at Davrek and raised his glass towards him. "To your health, my friend. I am happy that you managed to keep your temper under control. Never let it get out of hand. It makes you sloppy and unfocused."

Typho nodded in appreciation, and took a large swig on the drink. "Not a bad age, not a bad age. As a descendant from a Mandalorian Clan, they always made us drink young as well. I love my drinking, but I keep in moderation. Never ever get so drunk you lose control. Always keep it in check."
Typho gestured for Davrek to come over and join the table filled up with the GTC members. "Come and join us, mate. There's always room for more."

Typho let a small grin appear on his face. "Just like the rest of us, then, eh? Ah well, if you've got nowhere else to do, and just want to hang out, listen to some music, have a drink, then the Weeping Wookiee Cantina is the best place for it."
Typho stretched and downed the rest of his drink. "Now, if you'll excuse me, i have a long awaited appointment with the bathroom."
Typho get up and moved off to the toilets, ready to relieve himself.

"I think I should leave too, I need to see if theres some other goods I can deliver" said Sirax, as he finished his last drink "And I think I need to sleep off this ale as well...hic, good night"
And with that SIrax left the bar for his ship.

Sirax returned to the bar after having slept off the ale from the other night, and counting the credits he had gotten from the last deal with davik. He sat down at a table in the far corner, looking around at the other patrons.

After a few minutes, Typho returned from the lavatories and re-entered the main area of the Cantina. He saw that all his comrades that he had left to go relieve himself were still there, situated around a large table, while some of the newer members had either left, stayed where they were, or returned from when they had left at an early stage.
His eyes scanned past an unfamiliar patron, although his garments were instantly recognisable. Typho shrugged to himself, and went to sit down with his fellow GTC members.
Jedi sometimes visit our Cantina, he thought to himself.

"Nothing much Rex" Said Sirax "There were a few interesting clients here last night, and I made a profit selling some guy a package. Other than that just there usual, drinking myself silly".

Typho grinned slightly. "Well, at least you're drinking yourself silly in the best way possible. With a bunch of mates, and some dancing Twi'leks. I feel sorry for the suckers who don't have these privileges."

Davan returned to the Cantina after finally getting his job sorted "Droid get me a drink" he yelled over to the table "Hey you guys all want a drink? We probably need some food too, well whatever passes as food around here"

"I'll have the same" Davan glanced around the cantina, he normally did it as soon as he walked in to make sure there was nothing unusual. He noticed the Jedi and a couple of other faces he didn't recongize. Davan walked closer to Rex.
"Do we know these guys stories? very interested why a Jedi is here"

"haha, always about the money" Davan turned serious "Just keep an eye on him for me will ya, he may not be the problem but if something followed him here there could be"

"work and a bit more work" Davan had a bite of his food "Well at least this has improved a bit, the problem with work at the moment is the only stuff around is getting more dangerous, not great when you want to stay under the radar if it continues how it is i will have to hand over the jobs to you troopers or a bounty hunter" Davan laughed

"A trip to Alderaan for me, a small delivery" Davan winked "Always odd going there, its where i was born but it has never felt like home" Davan's mind wanders