The party of Ugnauts bickers amongst themselves, wrestling over a data pad and barking in their language. One of them stands on his chair, smacking another one several times on the top of their head, and snatches the data pad away. Then, hopping down, he heads out the door still tapping away at the keys. The other Ugnauts file out after the first one, including the one being slapped; he shakes his head as he gets out of the booth, clenches his fists and stomps briskly after the others, sparing one look to the other guests in the room, an instant before the door seals shut behind him, nearly snapping at his heels.
The R2 droid zips by their table, finding no dishes to clean, and scoots behind the bar.
[sblock=Jedi only] Your gaze travels about the room, watching the tank beyond the floor, when you see a most unusual form of crab climbing along one of the reefs on the tank's floor. You can't quite put your finger on it until, quite unexpectantly, it dings in your head: that's no crab, that's a droid... see? you can tell by the gears on its joints, the geometrical body shape, and the blaster attachment it's deploying and firing! Wait, firing?![/sblock]
The Mon Calimarri leans back from his meal, rubbing his belly. oh wow, that was great, but if I have even one more bite I just know I'm gonna explode--*
With that, his head and shoulders explode loudly, spraying blood and pre-digested food all over the Twi'Lek girls, and enough that your party also gets some of the spray, as well as some others about the restaurant/bar room.
Pinky, apparently close enough that some of the fish-spray gets on her, dodges back and away from the table clutching her throat. A moment later she falls to the floor, apparently choking, her skin going flush.
Without missing a beat, all hell breaks loose.
((Initiative, please!))