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Wes briefly considers stepping up on a stool to jump over Bar, but decides there's a subtle yet important difference between looking stupid and breaking bones.

He siiighs and settles for the normal route.

SPECIALS

WHISKEY

It-- it's the only drink he remembers how to spell in English. What? It's got the letters of his name in it...? Wait:

VODKA

All right, he can still spell two. Fantastic.

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With those two specials on the (in)famous board, there are two distinct ways this can go.

A demon walks up to the bar, orders whiskey and flirts up a storm because the 'tender is a cutie.

A demon walks up to the bar, orders vodka and flirts up a storm because the 'tender is a cutie.

Turns out a demon walks up to the bar, and can't decide which of the specials he wants, so settles for giving the 'tender an appreciative once-over. Or twice-over. "Sorry, scrumptious. I have no idea what I want tonight. Gimme a moment, I'll think of something."

Surely this must mean the multiverse as we know and love it is coming to an end.

"Take two," Wes says with a grin. He leans on Bar to wait.

"I'd recommend something, but it wouldn't help: I'd just recommend everything alcoholic. You could just line up a bunch of drinks to have one after the other, I guess."

"You know what? That's the best tip I've had all week." And he does consume alcohol like some do food, so what's a line up of hard liquor between a bartender and a regular, really?

"I'll have one of each your specials, darling. We'll go somewhere fruity from there, knowing me."

Leia is exhausted and looking forward to a drink when-- Janson is bartending? Is this a good idea?

Eh. She's been on her feet too long to care.

"All right, Wes." Sigh. "What do you suggest?"

"Princess! I haven't seen you here before. Milliways seems so much brighter already."

What? Hopefully Han isn't around.

He glances back to ponder the drinks for a moment. "Well. There are some pretty good wines, various lums, we're a good source of pre-war Corellian liquor... What're you in the mood for?"

She rolls her eyes, but smiles.

"Pick a lum for me," Leia slides a credit chip toward him. "Oh gods. You're not going to dance or anything if I tip you, right?"

"Lum it is," he says with a grin; he eyes the taps before picking out one and grabbing a glass from the shelf. "And I promise, no dancing."

Beat.

"Unless you pick a really good song."

"I'll keep that in mind," she makes a face. But not ~too~ mean of a face.

She lifts the glass to her lips. "Cheers." The lum doesn't taste like paint remover. Leia is pleased.

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