Happy Hour

[childofrebellion]

The one piece of clothing that Cassian has with him that doesn't fit with the character of Willix is his beat up flight vest, because it packs well and its warm, his identification is hidden away. Since the heating in his apartment doesn't work as it should, he opens the door with his vest on tight and sighs, he was hoping for the utility room but Milliways will work. He goes up to the counter, rubbing the back of his neck and gets a napkin.

"Fine, yes, but can I have some caf with whiskey in it first?" Cassian asks in Festian, when it appears, he goes behind the counter to try and think of specials as he warms his hands. At least here he doesn't have to lie as much and there isn't surveillance everywhere. The cocktail book is incredibly distracting and he soon has more options than he expected including ones from his galaxy that he's never heard of.

Specials
Flameout
Vista Way Margarita
Double-Dip Outer Rim Rumdrop

Once the specials are up, he stands behind the counter and looks to see who's around in Milliways.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor
OOC: Up early as I found the SW's canon mixed drinks. Open until it scrolls or another happy hour goes up, whichever comes first.

Comments

[electro_kinetic]

"What's a flameout?" Noriko asks, coming up to the bar and spinning side-to-side on one of the barstools.

"What's in it, I mean," she corrects. She certainly knows the term in other definitions.

[childofrebellion]

"Its a drink that freezes and burns you at the same time. It has some spice in it and lots of alcohol, "

Then he names four different types of alcohol all from his galaxy. He remembers her, Noriko with the ring that needed to stand up to great damage.

[electro_kinetic]

"Huh."

That sounds interesting. She's all for dichotomy, she's just never encountered it in alcoholic beverages. "I'll give one a try," Nori says.

"And hi again. Cassian, right?" She's pretty sure it was something along those lines.

[childofrebellion]

"Yes, Noriko," He starts to mixing it carefully and stares for a moment when he actually finds spice in the cupboard, he'll have to tell Cassidy.

Then carefully follows the directions before handing over the blue drink, "Try that, in the book, a smuggler recommends it."

[electro_kinetic]

She chuckles--both because what he hands her over is blue, her favorite, and because a smuggler recommends it. Seems right up her alley.

"What kind of smuggler?" she asks, tipping the drink up to pass her lips. She coughs a bit; it's certainly a weird feeling, the simultaneous chile-pepper-burn on her lips and tongue, and the cold that's exacerbated with her breath, sliding down her throat.

"Whoa. That's kinda weird."

[childofrebellion]

Cassian opens the cocktail book and passes over the recipe, its written in Aurabesh that Bar translates,

"They don't say but they probably work on the Outer Rim where everything can be smuggled for a price."

[electro_kinetic]

She stares at it for a second, and glances up to Cassian. "I'm glad you said that, because I totally can't read whatever that language is," she says.

"The Outer Rim of what?"

[childofrebellion]

"Outer Rim of the Galactic Empire. That's Aurabesh, but you can read the specials? I guess she translates them but not this,"

The way languages work in Milliways are odd.

[electro_kinetic]

Noriko hesitates, but points to the specials board. "Well that reads in English. The book...not so much. Not even close."

Maybe the bar only translated what she thought non-speakers would need to read.

[childofrebellion]

"That's strange, I don't understand how she does her translating."

[cutting_edgex23]

X, dressed in yellow and blue (and black), slips into a seat at the bar, lowering her mask letting it drape down her back.

"I would like some milk," she says, matter-of-factly.

Specials happen to other people, sometimes.

"Please."

[childofrebellion]

He pauses for a moment at her outfit, its very bright and the mask is unexpected, she doesn't seem like the kind of person who would wear one, "What kind of milk?"

[cutting_edgex23]

"Cow."

A pause.

"It is an earth animal. Whole milk is acceptable."

Beat.

"Thank you."

[childofrebellion]

Cassian turns to the fridge that he saw had milk in it before and looks over the labels before finding one that seems right, "How big a glass?"

[cutting_edgex23]

X considers that, then leans over the bar to peer at the glassware.

She points.

"That one is good."

It is a very tall glass.

"And a curly straw."

[childofrebellion]

The glass and pouring is easy but the curly straw makes him pause and look. They're not the kind of decoration he sees in the cantinas he spends time in.

Finally a rat points out where they are to him, "What color do you want?"

[cutting_edgex23]

"Purple."

Her response is prompt.

[childofrebellion]

The only purple one is very sparkly and Cassian picks it up cautiously, he almost expects it to make him glitter, "This one do?"

[cutting_edgex23]

"Yes."

X does not seem displeased.

"Thank you."

[childofrebellion]

"You're welcome. I've never seen a straw that sparkly before,"

Maybe they're popular in Coruscant, they could match fashion.

[cutting_edgex23]

"Bar gives them to me a lot."

X is matter-of-fact.

"I like them."

[childofrebellion]

"They're pretty. I didn't realize you wore a uniform," It doesn't seem that useful with how brightly colored it is.

[cutting_edgex23]

"I am the Wolverine. Now."

X pauses for a moment, leaning forward to take a sip of her milk.

"It is useful. So people know what side I am on. And that they are safe."

[childofrebellion]

"Wolverine's a title? Yes, that is useful in fights. Safety isn't easy to find,"

In his experience, uniforms don't bring safety.

[cutting_edgex23]

X shrugs.

"I am good at providing it."

It helps when you're a born killer. Or rather, born and made.

"For other people."