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[general-lando.livejournal.com]

It'a sort of odd how Bars are often a nexus for more activity than just drinking, unwinding and socialzing. How many times has Lando hears the story of how a farmboy and a pilot made a minor deal in a sleazy bar on a desert planet, a deal that changed the history of the galaxy.

And now Lando can't help but think about how other lives are so easily changed by the goings on here. And how much he finds himself caught up in those changes and those lives.

Not being a philosophical man, Lando treats this merely as fact. He helps people, and they help him. Sometimes.

Either way, Lando is content to enjoy a quiet afternoon checking the finance newsfeed on his datapad and sipping an ale.

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[general-lando.livejournal.com]

"Would I be correct in guessing that you've learned a good deal about the drinks of other worlds?"

[wine-women-song.livejournal.com]

Of a sort. It's more that I have an unconscious knowledge of it already, but am not aware of it until the time comes to serve said drink. Does that make sense?

[general-lando.livejournal.com]

The Force as applied to mixology? It doesn't seem likely, but then neither does magic, nor does the Force.

"It makes very little sense. But then in this place, it doesn't have to. And if I had a skill like that, I wouldn't argue with it anyway."

[wine-women-song.livejournal.com]

*Chuckling, he nods.*

I've never really thought to question it--it just kind of works.

Can I get you anything else?

[general-lando.livejournal.com]

"No, I think I am good. Thanks for the drink."

[wine-women-song.livejournal.com]

Enjoy--and just holler if you need anything.

*With a nod, he continues his way about the bar.*