Jacen had come into the bar by chance. The arrival of his Mother and Alema Rar on the same day seemed traumatic enough to logicaly drive him to the drink but he'd promised Tenel Ka he wouldn't do so when he was angry and kriff it all, that woman could make him agree to anything lately with a look and the memory of the fact she had told Jacen she still loved him. It was cruel is what it was, she had a hold on him that she was using to prevent him sulkily drowning his sorrows over Leia Organa not yet Solo. He'd decided to go against her. Prove he still had it, and that he wasn't under the thumb of a woman, even a remarkably attractive Hapan Queen. He would go into the next bar he saw, and he would drink it dry and then return to the complex to tell Tenel Ka that much as he was trying to fight the dark side of himself he would have a drink when he pleased because he was an independant man dammit. He'd ruled the kriffing galaxy and he wasn't about to be told what to do.
So he was seated quite hapilly at the other end of the bar, a drink called whiskey in front of him. And he was glaring at the whiskey. Because it had been ten minutes and he had yet to take a sip. It was his choice of course. He could drink it any time he wanted. Any time. He was just taking in the aptmosphere was all, looking around the bar to see how the locals lived. And then he would drink his whiskey. And then another, and another. It was during his people watching and definitely not avoiding the whiskey that was occaionally replaced in his view by THAT look of Tenel Ka's that he saw the shove, and the first punch being thrown and realised quickly that bars were no different here than any cantina back home. Idiots were idiots wherever it seemed.
Though one of the idiots. The one on the floor looked familiar as he recovered enough that Jacen saw his face. It was Simon Tam. Hah. By all accounts Jacen should have helped the doctor. It would be the polite and neighbourly thing to do. But he seemed to be going okay...more or less. Besides which it was nothing short of hillarious. So he quickly decided that was what he would do. He would sit and watch and be amused and he would drink his whiskey, he thought, picking the glass up and turning to face the main bar floor where the fighting was in full swing. He was about to regard the glass again and drink it down when in a flurry of punches and a shove in his direction the glass was knocked from his hand s by what looked to him like the earth animal called a walrus made man. Jacen was unimpressed to say the least.
"Hey!, I was going to drink that...probably!" he told the walrus in indignation and followed it up with a crude and un gentlemanly punch. One he was sure Han would have been very proud of him for. If he was ever going to be proud of him that was. And of course the Walrus had friends, friends busily beating Simon Tam to a bloody pulp.
It seemed they were on the same side. A fact that was almost annoying.