Happy Hour

[childofrebellion]

Cassian enters the Bar pushing the door open with his back while holding a blaster rifle in his black leather jacket. When he sees where he is, he turns into a booth and with a few adjustments, he's holding only a blaster that goes into the holster at his side. The motion is practiced and allows him to settle his hands and face more.

Then he walks to the counter, no one saw him enter which means when he comes out he should be clear. At the counter a napkin appears along with a shot of whiskey that he takes and downs before moving behind. Bartending isn't what he would like to be doing after a job like this but he can do it.

Specials
Corellian whiskey
Ales
Caf
Hot Chocolate, my recipe

Once the specials are up, he starts mixing up a batch of spicy hot chocolate as he noticed the spices were here before. Soon he has a mug and he starts looking over the crowd, his hands around his mug, the aroma of hot chocolate in the air.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor
OOC: Open until it scrolls or another Happy Hour goes up, whichever comes first.

Comments

[firstorderknight]

Kylo is not in the best of moods tonight, so he can't help but decide to get a rile out of Cassian. He settles up to the bar and looks it over.

"This all seems... ridiculous."

[childofrebellion]

When he approaches, Cassian's grip on his mug gets white, but he keeps his voice even, "Bar needs her rest."

Bartending a close cousin to cooking on base which he normally likes, its a way to be social but not in everything. Now it means that his options for dealing with this man are far fewer.

[firstorderknight]

"This is acceptable to you?" He nods toward the specials board. "A bartender?"

[childofrebellion]

"Yes, it is,"

He grew up in cells and on bases where everyone does everything, this is what he does to help out here when he's asked. Cassian has no idea why this man would care or consider it unacceptable.

[firstorderknight]

Well, this man is not a Jedi. Clearly, he has no sense of class.

"Do they pay you?"

[childofrebellion]

"Yes, credits are taken off my tab,"

It keeps him from owing too much here which leaves more credits for the Rebellion.

[firstorderknight]

He nods once.

"It suits you."

[childofrebellion]

That's not something Cassian expected to hear and isn't certain how to take it. He knows it would probably be wiser not to ask but he wants to know, "Why does it suit me?"

[firstorderknight]

"It's lowbrow and doesn't require much skill." Deadpan.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian stares at him for a moment then just barely smiles, he's heard far worse and was expecting it, after all he did walk in from an assassination,

"I'm a Rebel from the Outer Rim, lowbrow's almost a compliment."

[firstorderknight]

"Almost," he concedes. "I'll have a glass of water."

[childofrebellion]

He sets his mug down and gets a glass of warm water and sets it down, "Here."

[firstorderknight]

Nice try, Cassian.

"With ice."

[last_kallig]

Ibani comes back into the bar with a knapsack over one shoulder that makes the clanking, clinking noises of a backpack full of blasters.

That would be because it is. Ibani shoved everything that fell under the broad heading of 'blaster' into the knapsack regardless of how much of it was being held together with spacer's tape.

"Hello, Cassian," she calls, waving.

[childofrebellion]

When she gets close enough that he can hear the noise of her knapsack, Cassian leans over the counter, "Hello, what are you carrying?"

It sounds familiar but he can't tell if its blasters or something else, probably not bombs.

[last_kallig]

"Blasters," Ibani announces as she slides onto a bar stool. "They're for another friend of mine, but if you want to have a look through the bunch you're welcome to some too."

[childofrebellion]

"Are they preparing an attack? Yes, I'd like to,"

He's curious the types of blasters she uses when she uses them.

[last_kallig]

Ibani has never used a blaster in her life. Ranged attacks are what Force lightning and Force push are for!

"Not that I know of, but they're wanting to teach someone to use a blaster and their gun is MUCH too big for the person they're teaching to use. I just, um, grabbed everything I could find since I wasn't sure what would work best.

Ibani opens up the pack and gently dumps the lot onto the top of Bar. The blasters are old models, by Cassian's standards, but blasters haven't changed TOO much in the last few thousand years.

[childofrebellion]

"Do you want something to drink?"

Cassian starts picking up and examining each blaster, checking for the quality and condition.

[last_kallig]

"Whatever you personally like to drink best," Ibani says after a moment of thought. "I ought to expand my horizons a little."

The blasters range in quality and condition from excellent and nearly mint to blasters that were none to great to start with that are now in such bad condition you would have to be truly desperate to try and use them. There are six in the lot that are of high quality, good condition, and the right size to both carry concealed and pack a punch.

[childofrebellion]

He pours her a mug of his recipe of hot chocolate as he starts sorting the blasters out,

"Here, this is the closest I can make to the hot chocolate I grew up drinking. Some of these shouldn't be used. This one has a crack that will make it explode at the worst time and this one doesn't look like it will even work."

[last_kallig]

"It smells wonderful," Ibani replies.

"Ah, thank you for pointing that out! I, well, I don't know anything about blasters. I've never used one."

[childofrebellion]

"Never? I've been using them since I was a boy. These six are wonderful finds. Bar has all the spices that it needs,"

Before he fired a blaster, he learned how to reload, clean and assemble them and since then, there's rarely a point when he hasn't had one nearby. His hand rests on the blaster on his hip with a small tremble and he replays the shot he took today, it needed to be done, an informant that had already spoken to the Empire. They couldn't live and it was a clean shot.

[last_kallig]

"Sith have other options for fighting at range than blasters," Ibani replies, smile wry.

Ibani notices the tremble, perhaps even feels it in the Force. "Rough day?" It's an invitation to talk about whatever is bothering him if he wants to.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian picks up his drink with a shrug, he tries not to dwell on what he has to do just keep going. He knows he can talk to her but he wouldn't know where to start with these kinds of jobs,

"A day, work that needed to be done and I can do it without any extra trouble."