[ happy hour ]

[almosthonorable]

Not one to pass up a good business opportunity, Ben’s behind the counter, aiming to earn some credit toward what’s left of his tab.

Specials
† bourbon
† milkshakes
† bourbon milkshakes


The bar is fairly quiet at the moment, so Ben’s leaning on one elbow, doodling on a napkin.


[ tiny tags: gene hunt, mark hoffman, moist von lipwig ]


[ ooc: have at, guys — open till 8:30 p.m. est; tag away, and feel free to threadhop all over the place!

eta, 8:33 p.m.: AHAHA, you people. THANK YOU ALL. closed to new threads, but i'll be hitting these as i can before bed tonight, and tagging back all slows tomorrow for those who want 'em! ♥! (threadhopping, o' course, is still encouraged.) ]

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[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"Now don't tell me you've gone soft since I've been gone."

Bourbon, Ben? Really?

[almosthonorable]

"Jesus Christ and all the Disciples."

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"Who?"

[almosthonorable]

A pause.

"I'll lend you a Bible later. Sit the hell down, Solo."

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"Thought you'd never ask."

And then he grins, reaching a hand over to offer it to Ben.

"How the kriff you been, Wade?"

[almosthonorable]

A firm shake, and Ben laughs.

"You know me — I've been a model citizen, payin' my taxes, abidin' the law."

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"That's funny," Han returns the shake. "Because it sounds like we've both been up to the exact same thing. What are the odds?"

[almosthonorable]

"Given your line of work, and given my line of work ... "

Ben reaches for a bottle of Whyren's and a lowball glass.

"I'd say pretty damn good."

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"Hang on--"

He holds up one hand in the general motion for 'stop', then motions at the bottle.

"Woodford, tonight."

One corner of his mouth quirks.

"I've missed the stuff."

[almosthonorable]

Ben chuckles, trading the Whyren's for the Woodford just a couple bottles away.

"You been all right out there?"

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"It's been...yeah, it's been all right."

They've still got a war to finish fighting, but it'll happen when it happens.

"It'll be better once we've kicked the asses of every last Stormie from here to Hoth, but there isn't a rush."

[almosthonorable]

"Hoth."

Ben says the word like it's oil in his mouth.

"Avoid that one, will you."

It's goddamn cold there.

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"Plan on it, if I can," he promises.

He's been there once. Wasn't a fan of it.

Han sips at the bourbon, letting it linger on his tongue.

"You been busy with any business out in your desert?"

[morethanprops]

Moist raises an eyebrow at that declaration from the man in the rather tight pants,

"What would make him hard again?"

Its only flirting if you squint.

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

Eyebrow up.

"Wade's a tough son of a bitch," Han says. "Doubt you could break him down if you tried."

No offense, kid. But still.

[morethanprops]

"I don't see why I'd want to break him. I was just wondering where you got the idea that he'd gone soft,"

Breaking people isn't really how Moist works, he gets their trust and steals from them.

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"He's drinking bourbon."

[morethanprops]

"What should he be drinking?"

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"Whyren's."

[morethanprops]

"And what makes that so much better than bourbon?"

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"...it's Whyren's, son."

[morethanprops]

"I've figured that out, but that doesn't tell me that much."

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"Because clearly you've never had a good drink."

[morethanprops]

"Have you ever had MacAbre's?"

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"No."

But it won't touch his beloved Corellian gold.