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[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton's grinning and singing a drinking song from some far flung Outer Rim world under his breath (thankfully, it's barely audible, and also thankfully, he's not doing the dance that commonly accompanies it - a dance that involves lots of pointing, foot stamping and hip movements) as he chalks up the Specials.


Jedi Mind Trick.
Space Odyssey.
Wookie.


With that done, he heads behind the Bar, giving the patrons a small wave.
"'Lo, peoples."

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[inquisitivehero]

And then, there is a voice from above!

...about four feet above, anyway.

"What are you singing?"

Henry McCoy hangs from the rafters above, eyeing this new(to him) bartender.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton looks up, grinning brightly.
"A song. I don't think it's got a name."

[inquisitivehero]

"Hmmm. Well. That kind of sucks, now doesn't it. Is it one of those songs that hgas words that you actually remember, or one of those that you make up words for when you think about it, to go with the pretty music?"

He asked the question as he scanned the specials board.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't call the music pretty. Most of the music it had was people tapping on walls and yodelling drunkenly without words. But the words are pretty memorable. I'm pretty sure it's just the same stuff repeated over and over."

[inquisitivehero]

"Hmmm. Sounds rather odd, but then music never appealed to me much."

He waves a hand at the specials board.

"Can you make any of those without alcohol?"

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Well, yeah, I could put the other ingredients together. It wouldn't be the same drink, but it'd be sorta similar."

[inquisitivehero]

He chuckles.

"Then surprise me, good bartender. Alcohol and I do not agree, but interesting drinks are always welcome."

And with a flip, he lands in front of a seat on the other side of the bar from Atton, and settles to watch.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton nods, grinning and tapping a finger on the Bar, watching as a mass of ingredients appears. He quickly starts putting them together, glancing at the book a couple of times for instructions, before after a couple of minutes sliding a drink across to Hank.

"There. A Non-Alcoholic Jedi Space Wookiee Mind Odyssey Trick," Headtilt while he counts on his fingers. "Cherries, pineapple juice, orange juice, grenadine, cream, Rocky Road icecream and peach schnapps. Technically none of the specials, but also sorta all of them."

[inquisitivehero]

Henry blinks, and eyes it, then eyes Atton, then shrugs.

"Why not?"

He takes a large swig. Then coughs. Then grins.

"That is rather nice!"

He blinks.

"Wierd, but nice."

[organicmeatbag.livejournal.com]

"Since when did you start tending the bar?" asks Revan as he pops up from seemingly no where and sits down at the counter.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Just after you started coming in with the whole mask and robe setup," Atton replies, raising an eyebrow. "Literally the day after."

[organicmeatbag.livejournal.com]

"Ah, right, heard 'bout that." Revan rubs the back of his neck and clears his throat and then, subject change. At least for now. "So, which one of those are good?" He gestures at the board.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I'd've been shocked of Kira hadn't mentioned it to you," Atton mutters. "And they're all pretty good. The Jedi Mind Trick's more alcoholic than the other two, and the Space Odyssey's a lot more fruity."

[organicmeatbag.livejournal.com]

"I'm glad she did," murmurs Revan. He pauses and then, clearing his throat again, "I guess...Ah, actually, I'll have milk."

He plans to head back to Korriban tonight and he should probably stay away from the alcohol.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"One milk, comin' up, Darth," Atton grins, tapping Bar and pushing the glass of milk that appears across to Revan. "How's the killin' Malak thing coming along?"

[organicmeatbag.livejournal.com]

Revan glares a little at the 'Darth' before taking a sip of the milk. Ah, milk. "Slowly," he says in answer to Atton's question. "Still on Korriban. Nice place, by the way. Very welcoming group of people there." Not. "How's the whole brother thing coming along?"

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Between the ghosts and the - The Sith Academy would've been there in your time, right? The ghosts and the Sith and the grumpy spacers at Dreshdae, a mission on Korriban's more like a holiday," Atton mutters. "And good. We're having civil conversations. He doesn't want me to get blown up. Progress."

[pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com]

Of Joshamee Gibbs two things can be said. He is just this side of literate, and he never, ever orders anything but...

"Rum."

So much for specials when he's around.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Rum." Atton repeats cheerfully, sliding across the glass of rum that appears on the Bar.

[pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com]

The glass is too clean. But the rum is...rum. No sense complaining. He slaps done a couple of ill-gtten coins on the counter. "Say what you will about this place. But at least the rum is fine."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Yep. Bar certainly doesn't give you anything of low quality. Unless y'ask for it."

[pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com]

"I think that for once in my life, I am porbably allowed to have something of quality. So long as it's on the captain's account." Which, as Gibbs is good at saving his coin, it still is for one more day.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Drinks always taste better when somebody else is paying for them. I got someone to pay for my stuff for a couple of months, but eventually she remembered and I had to start paying for things myself. It was tragic."

[pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com]

"They taste even better when no one pays for them. Well, no one except for the person who used to own the bottle." He offers a grin that almost says Pirate.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Everything's better stolen. Law of physics, that."