[ 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]

"Americans are from Earth," he recalls. "I'm not. Corellian; human, if you're wondering."

[the_gene_genie]

'Well, I wasn'.'

He eyes the guy up and down, like he might have previously been concealing alien status and now he has to double-check that he's telling the truth.

'Wha's a Corellian? I mean, apar' from an alien.'

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"...s'what people from the planet Corellia are called."

Obviously.

"Don't live there now, the Falcon, she's my home."

[the_gene_genie]

Han will have to excuse him, he's still not actually used to the idea that there are people out there living on different planets. He's only just got his head around different versions of Earth.

So now he just looks confused.

'Wha' are you on about?'

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

(...Gene talks funny, Han decides.)

"I'm a pilot," he says. "Of a ship. I live on my ship, the Millennium Falcon?"

[the_gene_genie]

(He would not be the first to decide thus.)

'Oh.'

Hmmm.

'Like a ferry? Oil tanker?

...dingy?'

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"Try space transport. Fastest ship in the entire galaxy."

[the_gene_genie]

'...you're an astronaut?'

Well. Impressive, if bizarre. Though it probably shouldn't be, for an alien.

...it may be clear that Gene doesn't have much frame of reference for such things as this.

'Like on Star Trek?'

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"I think astronaut is an Earth term, but...yeah. Spend most of my time in the black. We call 'em 'spacers'."

Han nods.

"Not sure what 'Star Trek' is, though. Sorry."

[the_gene_genie]

'Spacers? Soun' like those twats tha' spend their time smokin' grass an' shovin' pills down their neck so they can dribble at people an' shag trees.'

Gene does Not Approve of such people.

'But I'll assume you're talkin' abou' your spaceship.'

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"...shag trees?"





What the kriff is wrong with Earthlings? It's clear from Han's expression that he also Does Not Approve of those activities.

"Yeah. Spaceship. I could show her to you, sometime."

[the_gene_genie]

This earns him a dark sort of stare.

'That'd better mean literally show me your spaceship an' not fairy talk for tryin' to get me in your knickers.'

Beat.

'Because if it is, you're askin' for a broken nose, pal.'

And worse.

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"Literally."

Because uh, no, Gene. Han is definitely not interested in getting you in his knickers. Or getting into yours.

[the_gene_genie]

Thank God for that.









'As long as we're clear on tha'.

He offers a hand.

'Gene Hunt. An' what, you keep it parked outside or somethin'?'

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"Crystal clear."

Han takes the hand; Gene gets a handshake that's decidedly not that of a man interested in getting into his knickers.

"Han Solo. My door leads out to it at the moment."

[the_gene_genie]

It is a decidedly non-fairy handshake. Which isn't to say Gene entirely trusts the guy yet.

'Well, interestin' as it migh' be to see a real spaceship, me mam always told me no' t'take sweeties from strangers. How do I know you won' bugger off an' sell me t'some alien scum who do a trade in human meat or somethin'?'

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

Han's face darkens (not in anger towards Gene, but there's another nerve down there that's just been struck) a hint at the question.

"Because someone did that to me when I was just a pup," he replies. "I don't do slaves."

[the_gene_genie]

'I was thinkin' more of cannibals bu' tha's good to know.'

Anyway, he's sure there's no alien out there who could take him in a fair fight.

(Yes, he really is that self-confident.)

'Wha's tha' like then? Bein' a slave?'

Also, yes, he really is that tactless.

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

Thankfully for all parties involved, Han has had a few drinks; so the urge to slug Gene in the face remains low.

"I don't recommend it," he replies. "Unless you've got a thing for bad pay and beatings."

[the_gene_genie]

Gene is never not up for a good scrap. But as it is, he just laughs.

'I'm a copper, mate. Bad pay goes withou' sayin' an' I get to beat up bastards every day.'

Which he knows is probably not what Han meant but he gets to show he's handy with his fists so he had to say it.

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

It's amusing, at the least -- though Han has no idea how he keeps attracting lawmen. This one, thankfully, seems like less of an absolute prick than that other guy.

"Whatever suits you. You like bein' a regulator?"

[the_gene_genie]

'A...what?'

Confusion!

'A copper? Yeah, I do. I wouldn' do it otherwise, would I?'

This should be obvious, he feels.

'Do you like drivin' a spaceship?'

He suspects the answer is yes, for the same reason as he just gave.

Also, Gene can be a bigger prick than anyone in the universe. But only if you're a scumbag who deserves it.

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"Copper, officer, lawman, sheriff, regulatin' agency. S'all the same. Go huntin' for the people who're breaking the law, and stop them from doin' it, am I right?"

Why Earth people have so many different words for the same thing, he's got no idea.

"And yeah. It's my life. Nobody to tell me what to do."

[the_gene_genie]

None of the other words are right, as far as Gene's concerned. And that's all that matters to him.

'Yeah, tha's th' job.'

He lights another fag, still eyeing the bloke, then offers the pack over.

'Nobody bloody tells me wha' t'do neither. An' I do some good. D'you do anythin' with this ship you drive?'

[rebel-falcon.livejournal.com]

"Currently fightin' a war to defend the galaxy against the Imperial Empire. They're trying to take over and destroy everything that stands in their way. Enslave populations, crush the opposition, the usual 'bastard has a death wish' sort of deal."

A slightly wicked grin crosses his features.

"And it's fun as hell to run 'round chasin' them down and blowing them to bits."