"If you insist." He downed the water glass he'd just been handed, and left the second drink on the bar with enough credits to cover the tab. Shame they'd have to leave the club--the music here was alright, but the feeling from the crowd was what he was really enjoying. This was probably why he'd always liked the scene, before he even realized the Force was in him somewhere. This was passion and desire and jealousy and every flavor of uninhibited, drunken emotion, all blaring at you louder than the music.

He'd been drinking it all in since they arrived. It was a good little power source to draw on, not that the Jedi seemed to realize that. "Lead on, Master Jedi."