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[likeroaringlions]

Rome's been pretty good for William Douglas lately, just to guess from looking at him. He's gotten himself some new clothes, a jacket and a hat which he tosses casually onto the barstool next to him when he takes a seat. Then he plunks down a handful of coins. "Right, Bar, good to see you again. Now. How much whisky will this buy? In bottles that won't look out of place where I come from? --Grand, just keep them for me till I'm ready to go back, thanks. And do you have that book I was supposed to be reading?"

One of the bottles he hangs onto before Bar can tuck it away for storage; he pours himself a drink and settles in to try to concentrate on some serious reading.

...Within about five minutes he's gazing up at one of the television screens instead, and asking for something to eat.

happy hour

[irish_vagabond]

When Cassidy comes down for his daily whiskey, this time he also receives a note on a napkin.

"If it's a bartender you want, luv, you might wanna consider someone else--"

Another note.

Cassidy sniffs, shrugs.

"Alright, then, if you say so."

If she's going to trust him with the inventory, well, that's a big vote of confidence. Besides, he has a huge tab to work off. He'll make the best of it.

HAPPY HOUR SPECIALS
Whiskey
Beer
Tequila, vodka shots

Simple, really.

One scruffy, tattooed secret vampire behind the bar, at your service.


[OOC: If your pup can sense supernatural 'otherness,' they may be able to sense that there's something off about Cassidy, but other than that he presents as human. And please, for now, no other vampire pups; I need to see what canon does with that first. Thank you!]

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[iprotectyou]

Grapes. Pomegranates. Raspberries. Pineapples. Papayas. Pears. Strawberries... Not to mention the cheeses, chocolate, and glasses of wine.

The two infamous Jedhan residents of the bar lounge at a table today, enjoying a selection of fresh fruits--which were never available to them in life. Baze's favorite so far is the watermelon. It's just so juicy and sweet, and he's always preferred the color red.

Chirrut is currently trying to catch grapes in his mouth that Baze lobs at him. Most ping off his nose or forehead.

"Your aim is terrible." Chirrut laughs as another one of the delectable little fruits bounces off his cheekbone.

"Shut up, brat," Baze grumbles, pitching a handful at his friend's face.

They can be talked into sharing.

(OOC: Warnings for wholly inappropriate shenanigans involving discussions of Chirrut's stick in the Baze-Chirrut thread, due to Bonnie's one-year-old's mistake in speech.)

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[childofrebellion]

After drinking the night before with Cassidy, Cassian spent the night at Milliways. He woke not long before the sun from a nightmare, tried to sleep a little more before deciding to get up. At the counter, he picks up a thermos of caf and some breakfast then goes down into the garage. The Willix cover has left him wanting to remind himself of who he is and what he can do.

In the garage, he sets to work on the X-wing, he has a better idea what Anakin was going for and is able to get some work accomplished. Being able to fix a ship and understand it better is satisfying.

Later in the day, he finds the speeders that Jay had mentioned and spots the door out. With his leather jacket tight to his collar, he drives the speeder bike out into the back. Its not flying a ship but he has control and freedom. He does a circuit of the lake, a few turns in the forest and later ends up stretched out on the bike near the beach with his jacket as a pillow while he does some reading on his datapad.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor. Find him in the garage working on the X-wing, out on the speeder or relaxing on the speeder.