Re: Part 1 - I have a bad feeling about this...
Rhijans and Mark study the data terminal, noting the locations of several likely establishments, eventually selecting one that looks like it might suit their needs.
Neary, meanwhile tries a simpler approach, shouting at the nearest people. A woman accompanied by a decrepit looking R2 droid, retrofitted with the head of an R4, turns to look at her, "Feeling thirsty, eh? No worries. If you duck into that alley between those two buildings, there's a bar there." She waves a hand in the direction of the buildings in question, about three hundred metres away, and adds, "It's not the nicest place around, but at least none of you should have trouble getting served there."
The group starts moving towards the buildings, leaving R2-O0 aboard the locked ship.
Closer up, the buildings turn out to be a starship component vendor and a freight warehouse. The alley is dimly lit, as they usually are, and the strains of lively music drift out of it as the Rebel enter it.
The bar is impossible to miss - brightly animated holograms dance, eat and drink above the door, and the music is definitely coming from that particular door.
Inside, it's actually fairly clean, and better lit than the alley. It is also populated with members of at least twenty different species, and very crowded. A glass, fortunately made of tough plastic, bounces off the wall only a metre from Shard's head.
It looks like they have walked into the middle a full-fledged brawl. The bartender, a rhodian, screams, "No blasters!" in heavily-accented Basic, and then ducks out of sight as an enraged wookiee hurls a human over the counter.