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The Ben Wade who enters the bar cuts a slightly leaner figure than he used to. Blame old-fashioned manual labor, and frugal living.

He's sweating and sunburnt beneath the brim of his beat-up brown hat, and he's counting himself damn lucky to've walked in. Here, he can pour iced water down his sawdust-dry throat.

At the counter, he's greeted with a napkin from Bar; his mouth quirks in a half-smile.

"Awful good to see you, too."

Another napkin appears.

"Thank you for holdin' on to 'em for me. I appreciate your safe-keepin'. Might be a while, yet, before I'll need 'em."

A third napkin.

"That so? Well, happy Mother's Day, Miss Bar. If you celebrate it."

Ben can't rightly say where his own mother might be. Or if she's above ground, now.

Still.

Even bad men love their mamas.

Which is why, as Ben pours himself a glass of ice water from the pitcher Bar graciously provides, he wonders, briefly, if that Bible she left his eight-year-old self with at the train station is still intact, somewhere — its spine and cover creased and cracked, maybe laying open on somebody's dinner table, or sitting shut and silent on a dusty shelf.

[ ooc: well, hel-lo — it's been a hot one and a half, y'all. open indefinitely! ]

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Ben glances up from the counter, and offers a one-shouldered shrug.

"My best guess is it's a day to appreciate the woman you came from. It's not a holiday I'm familiar with, myself."

[ ooc: *twirls* oh, cassian's perfect! I may be running out to grab dinner here in just a few, but I'll be back soon, and then around and about all evening. <333 ]

(OOC: Enjoy your dinner and also a note, he does sound Mexican, space Mexican but wanted to be sure you knew. Sorry for all the edits.)

"That's a nice idea. I wonder if its from Earth. Thank you,"

He says when his caf appears and as he drinks relaxes slightly, the schedule will be kept.

Edited 2017-05-14 23:58 (UTC)

Let it never be said that Bar doesn't help out her customers.

A handful of Mother's Day cards appear on the counter; the assortment is mostly in pink and white, replete with floral designs and sentimental messages in decorative script.

"Oh," Ben says, and tips his head toward the wooden surface in thanks. "Can't speak for the planet, necessarily, but it seems cards are customary."

[ ooc: oh, no prob at all! never apologize for editing; my own edits create inbox floods, bwah. ]

Cassian picks one up, its very flowery, "And this is used once? That's a waste of good paper. So you are from Earth?"

"I am," Ben says, eyeballing a quote from Proverbs on one of the cards.

("She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.")

"If I had to wager," he says, his eyes flicking to what he knows is a weapon under that black jacket, "I'd say you're not, friend."

He shifts his stance slightly when the man glances where his blaster is, he doesn't know how those weapons the man picked up work, but they're obviously his,

"No, I'm from the Galactic Empire, doing some traveling in the Mid-Rim."

Recognition flares in Ben's eyes for the briefest of moments.

"Out there in the stars?"

"Yes, I'm a pilot. Do you know of the Empire?"

Any recognition gets his attention here as the possibilities keep multiplying.

"I have passin' familiarity," Ben says easily. He won't mention that Solo's a friend, erring on the side of caution.

"Come in here enough, you meet folks from all over."

Cassian leans on the counter and considers the best way to find out more, "Most of them seem to be from Earth. Its always nice to meet someone who knows of my world."

Not home, home is the Rebellion and not a place.

"It's a long way from El Paso," Ben says, wry and mild. "That's in Texas, on my Earth. Plenty of desert."

"That explains how much you needed that cold drink. Milliways seems good at arriving at useful times,"

Tonight isn't perfect but its a moment that he can spare.

Ben nods, once, as he tops off his water glass.

"For the most part. Gettin' Bound is a horse of a different color."

"How often does that happen?"

His voice is tighter than he wants and he takes a drink to hide some of it. To have the control of his way in or out taken, that's a nightmare and one he's lived through too recently.

"Hard to say if it's a regular occurrence." Ben's voice gains more gravel. "Whim of the Landlord, near as I can tell."

He takes a pull from his glass.

"You fairly new around here?"

"Yes, I've only had a few visits,"

And here saying he's new seems to make people helpful.

Ben's mouth curves up at the corners, the ghost of a smile.

"Welcome to the new normal."

Cassian drinks more of his caf and lets his gaze go over Milliways then back to the man next to him, who reminds Cassian of bounty hunters he's know with his presence,

"Any advice?"

That smile sharpens.

"Much more fun to let you figure it out, don't you think?"

He smiles and shrugs, if nothing's being given up then he'll make himself no one to worry about, "Fun for you, yes, but I'm a quick learner."

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"That'll come in damn handy."

A beat.

"That, and a sense of humor won't hurt."

"I think I can manage that,"

It would be nice to have reasons to laugh.

"Then you'll get along just fine."

A beat.

"Unless a passel of demon rabbits set upon you, I reckon."

Ben's joking.

Mostly.

"Demon rabbits, what do they do?"

They must be an odd species, but he is always armed.

"Fiery little devils," Ben says. "They tend to leave well enough alone unless they're provoked, or spooked."