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[injectablefame]

Party deals in two things: secrets and drugs. It's a hard question to answer which commodity serves him best, but secrets often prove to be the more dangerous of the two. He sticks to backwater planets where no one knows him for too long and always keeps moving. People who want to buy drugs are everywhere and the people who can afford his secrets always seem to find him.

He's only been on this planet a few weeks, but he's already found the best place for having himself quite a few drinks and doing some casual business at his leisure. Tonight, he's set himself up in a dark corner booth, facing the bar with a drink in his hand. He's already a little tipsy, but there's not much to do around here other than drink and maybe find someone to go home with and that's fine with him for now.

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[jedimindtrick]

Kenobi has a head start himself, having taken the edge off at the bar before the intel had come in. He's two drinks in when Party arrives, three when Obi-Wan finds it in him to drive forward.

"You look familiar," he says as he approaches that dark corner. The Jedi has long since shed his robes, dressed down in casual garb. It feels different and thus he feels different. Sliding into the booth, he doesn't even ask if the man wants his company.

"Have you ever been to Taris? A little bar in the capital city next to the customs dock?" A little chit-chat will be enough to tell whether or not Party will be any bit willing to entertain Obi-Wan's attention. "It's just that you look so much like someone I met there," he adds, clearly enthusiastic about this memory.

[injectablefame]

Party runs his fingers through his dirty red hair and smiles slyly. He can't remember every bar he's been to, but he doubts he'd hang out near customs if he didn't have to. That said, he knows an ice-breaker when he sees it and the guy's not half bad looking. Party's M.O. is fun first, business whenever he's bored.

"Is it the good kind of remindin'? 'Cause it doesn't ring a bell, but I can pretend real nice." A little flirting never hurt anyone.

[jedimindtrick]

He watches for a moment, the picture of a thoughtful drunk. And then he laughs and leans back in the booth bench, relaxing with the last of his drink.

"Do people usually start conversations over the bad kind of reminders?" It's something of a challenge in its own right, with the suggestion obvious that he came to this seat with the intention of talking about only good things. "They usually start fights over that," he reasons, lifting his drink as if to salute his point and then downing the last of it.

[injectablefame]

"You'd be surprised." Admitedly, Party's ability to take a punch or duck out of its way is more well-tested than he'd like to admit. These days, he tries to start more fights than he winds up getting forced into.

"What brings a guy like you to a little bar like this?"