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[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

The door isn't back yet, but that isn't a bad thing for the teenager who has taken over a table near the bar. Not a bad thing at all. Neither is the fact that most of his injuries and bruises have faded from their ugly purples and reds to just faint greens and yellows.

There is a piece of paper (with names on it) tucked into his vest pocket. He's kicked back in his chair, feet propped up on the chair across, and he's occasionally drinking from the bottle of ale he managed to swipe off someone's table when he came downstairs. They're not missing it, so there's no harm in it, in his eyes.

He's got a look in his eyes like he's in the middle of coming up with a really great (or really dangerous and exciting) idea, and a smug little smile on his face as he watches the room. He is looking for marks, but, he's always doing that. And tonight, there are more important things to think about.

Like how to swipe another ale.

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[will_scarlett]

Will isn't much older but he looks it as he sits at a table with an ale and a hearty stew from Bar as he puts some ice on his face. The kid catches his eye since he reminds him of Nottingham a lot,

"Eve, lad, ye eaten yet?"

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"This mornin'," he says, glancing over in Will's direction. "Haven't figured out what'll be for dinner yet."

Han reaches for the ale bottle again and takes another sip, not his favorite but when you're stealing them off tables you don't get to pick and choose.

[will_scarlett]

"Can join me, Lady Bar always gives me too much."

He doesn't have another mug of ale but that can be quickly gotten, the rats like Will.

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

He's not about to turn down free food either.

"Thank you," he says, hauling himself up out of his chair (still a bit ginger in his movements but he hides it well enough) and moving to Will's table. "Sir."

[will_scarlett]

"Na a sir just Will."

The gingerness is noted since Will's the same way, two days of sparring on top of healing injuries means he's sore but happy. When the wait rat returns, he has another bowl for Han and an ale, a Lincoln one, also another ice pack. Bar takes care of her young outlaws and thieves.

[feminine-menace.livejournal.com]

There's a girl sitting in a booth with her feet up on a table, a pair of iPod earbuds in her ears, and a three-quarters-full bottle of beer of to one side of her legs. She's listening to some kind of high-decibel and highly objectionable (to anyone over 30) music through her earbuds, and is leaning back in her seat, eyes closed, nodding her head to the beat of the music. If it can be called that.

Potential opportunity here?

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

Very potential opportunity here.

Han studies her awhile, watching, figuring out how long the songs tend to average, and once she's lost in the middle of one, he moves from his seat and strolls past the booth, hand moving to attempt the swipe.

[feminine-menace.livejournal.com]

She opens one eye and glares balefully at him. "Do it and I'll fucking kill you." Her tone of voice indicates that this statement is a hyperbole: she might give Han a new bruise or two, but she won't actually kill him or even maim him very much.

"It's okay if you run up a tab. Hell, I think the Bar doesn't even charge people under a certain age." She's pretty sure the would-be thief is 'under a certain age.' "But you're not going to make any friends lifting other people's stuff."

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

Han stops and turns to her, giving her his best winning smile.

"Wasn't actually gonna take it," he says. "Was just testin' to see if you were payin' attention, that's all. So, uh," his hand slides away from the beer. "Good job."

[feminine-menace.livejournal.com]

YT chuckles. "Take some acting classes, then come back and try again."

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

Lethe generally isn't the sort to have pockets - or purses, or, well, things on her at all, really - but she is the sort who looks rather like it would be terribly simple to swindle her out of her life-savings.

(Or ale. Either way.)

And, if one is going by the interesting pile of shine that she tumbles onto the Bar in return for her drink, it's probably a rather nice life-savings.

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

Well now that is one interesting pile for one drink.

Han studies the girl and then contemplates his options. He's not a fan of taking credits or coin off the ladies, so he'll try flattery and maybe that'll get him a drink.

"Should I be bowin' or something 'cause with that much shine y'must be royalty, Princess."

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

Lethe doesn't exactly have a firm grasp on the concept of monetary value.

And that gets her to blink, quickly turn her head, and, well, one can certainly color her flattered. If 'flattered' is a interesting, quickly spreading, and terribly bright shade of cherry red, at least.

"Oh, I am not anything at all," she replies, rubbing self-consciously at one cheek. "And of course not. I would hardly expect that even if I was."

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

Or maybe he'll buy her the drink.

Plans are subject to change.

Han gets up out of his chair and approaches, carefully. "Well you should," a winning smile, as he sits down next to her on a stool. "Cause you look it."

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

She crinkles up her nose skeptically, lips quirking upward and fingers falling back to her lap to tug at the messy edges of her skirts.

"I somehow doubt that," she laughs. "But thank you kindly, all the same."

[superherotype.livejournal.com]

Tony, who happens to be wandering through to clear his brain, is bemused without batting an eyelash.

"Teenage alcoholism. Hmm, where have I heard that one before."

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"Every system in the galaxy, probably."

Smug grin from the kid, as he toasts with the bottle in Tony's direction.

[superherotype.livejournal.com]

"Sorry, I didn't renew my license with NASA."

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"Your loss." A beat. "You from Earth, then?"

[superherotype.livejournal.com]

Tony snorts. "No, really."

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Vykk."

That would be Bonzo, noticing that teenager he talked to not too long ago.

"What in the..." Momentary pause. "What happened to you?"

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"Just a bit of a fight, s'all. Been awhile back home, 'bout a year."

It's not completely a lie, even if he didn't fight back much.

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Wince at the mention of a fight. "Ow. Sorry to hear." Pause. "Enjoying your time back here?"

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"I am. Door's gone again, so it'll probably be awhile longer."

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Bonzo glances at the Door and smiles just a bit. "It tends to do that to you."