Happy Hour

[childofrebellion]

OOM: Cassian dreams of his childhood.

Cassian enters Bar with his shirt collar open, his face a little wet from where he put cold water on to wake himself up and adjusting his blaster belt. Its evening in Milliways and he goes to the counter and gets a napkin which he stares at with a nod. Then goes behind the counter, smiles at another napkin and mixes himself a margarita since he could do with some tequila.

Specials
Dead Mans Boots
Gone Tomorrow
War Cloud

Once the specials are up, he sips his drink and looks for anyone he knows, trying to feel more awake and not note where every child is in Milliways.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor
OOC: Open for ages, the OOM contains death, destruction and a child dealing with both in a nightmare/memory.

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[out_on_the_mat]

When Charlie comes in and approaches the bar he's got a disgruntled expression on and a mouse under one eye.

Taking a seat on a stool he looks over the specials and asks, "Which one of those has the most booze in it?"

[childofrebellion]

"Dead man's boot and war cloud have the same amount just different liquors. Do you like whiskey and tequila or vodka, brandy and those cream liquors? Want something for your eye?"

It looks painful and like its going to turn colors soon.

[out_on_the_mat]

Charlie makes a face and shakes his head, "Pass on the cream stuff, give me the whiskey and tequila."

Carefully touching the raised bruise under his eye he nods, "And yeah, something for this."

[childofrebellion]

The tequila's already out so Cassian mixes the drink being generous with the whiskey and tequila so that the ginger beer and sugar aren't as much.

Charlie doesn't seem like someone to like sweet drinks, he passes it over and then finds an ice pack in a freezer, wraps a towel around it and hands it, "That should help. Did you win?"

[out_on_the_mat]

Charlie accepts the drink with a nod and takes a big swig.

"Define winning," he replies, eying the glass for a moment before taking another drink. It'll do.

"I'm not dead, so there's that."

[childofrebellion]

Cassian sips his own drink and adds some more tequila to it as he thinks about that. Winning doesn't happen that often in his line of work,

"Getting something out of it and the other guy looks worse than you."

[out_on_the_mat]

"Then no, I didn't win."

He sets the ice against his face and winces a little, then amends, "Well, I erased a debt. Getting my ass kicked saved me a grand."

At this point with his ass already kicked he'll take it.

"How've you been?"

[childofrebellion]

"That's good, debts are horrible strings. Not too bad, finished a boring job but I got what I needed from it,"

He's seen debts used far too often to destroy lives.

[out_on_the_mat]

"Not the only guy I owe," he says with a dry chuckle, finishing his drink and sliding over the glass for another.

"Trust me, boring ain't so bad." Considering the shape he's in Charlie would have totally taken boring over action tonight.

[childofrebellion]

"Always how it goes, any of them going to sell you off to a slaver? Want any of the other stuff in the drink or just the whiskey and tequila?"

Its not a fancy drink but Charlie seems about where he is tonight and sometimes its best to cut out the extra stuff. He doesn't know the worst that can happen where Charlie is, he knows the worst in the Outer Rim.

[out_on_the_mat]

He huffs a laugh. "Slavers, what? No."

Amused, he gestures at the glass, miming the pour. "Just the booze works for me."

A moment later he considers the first question again, then tilts his head at Cassian. "Is that like a thing where you're from?"

[childofrebellion]

Cassain pours in the whiskey and tequila and rubs his beard,

"In the Outer Rim, yes and sometimes other places, depends on how many pirates there are or how close you are to Hutt space."

[out_on_the_mat]

Charlie blinks at him.

"Christ. No, that doesn't happen where I'm from. Maybe in other parts of the world, but not in Texas."

[arkadia]

"I'd order something, but you seem to exclusively drink things that taste like a punishment for poor behaviour."

Well. That's Eden's view on every alcoholic drink he's ever had, at least.

He drops out of the rafters to perch on a bar stool, though, peering at the Specials -- possibly for a few seconds longer than is normal.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian flinches a little when Eden descends and at the description, he wouldn't classify his drinking that way, but its not far from how he thinks about his life at times,

"I can make you something you like. I know a recipe for a sweet and spicy hot chocolate."

[arkadia]

"Hm?" The drop in pitch in Eden's voice, and the relatively flat tone, would seem to suggest he's using his serious voice, but he sounds more distracted than anything.

Then, bright and cheery again: "Sweet and spicy hot chocolate? Awesome. I'll have mine with extra sprinkles."

[childofrebellion]

He turns and takes a drink before getting to work on the hot chocolate, he doesn't know what to make of that shift in Eden's voice,

All the spices he wants are here, while normally he would never add sprinkles, he puts them on top of the whipped cream, "Try that."

[arkadia]

Eden rather carefully picks up the hot chocolate, blowing on it before taking a tentative sip. It does leave him with something of a whipped cream mustache.

"This is nice. Why don't you drink this all the time?"

[childofrebellion]

"I'm glad you like it. Its hard to find the makings for it especially the spices. When I was a boy, I drank it whenever I could,"

Then as he grew older, he couldn't get it and caf was what the adults around him drank.

[arkadia]

"What, does the Empire not approve of spice trading or somethin'?" Eden asks, cocking his head. "You should make one for yourself, too! Probably tastes better than Dead Man's Boots."

[childofrebellion]

"Spice is actually a drug, but with the various wars and how the Empire controls everything, certain spices become harder to find,"

And he's never had much money, what he's had he invests in the Rebellion but sometimes he'll buy good spices.

[arkadia]

It takes Eden a moment to parse that, and separate out 'spice' as a noun for a specific thing, and 'spices' as a noun for a category of things, but once he does, he gives a nod.

"Sucks. I guess, at the very least, you can get spices here, even if that's not exactly helping everyone else."

[childofrebellion]

"I might buy some from Bar to use for my cooking as I usually cook for a lot of people,"

He could work it off with bartending shifts or find something else, he's done that before.

[arkadia]

"Oh, oh, like a party? A party with food? A -- food party?"

[childofrebellion]

"Not a party, no just feeding people on base," There's usually a nice feel to it but parties are rare.