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[childofrebellion]

Cassian is usually good at managing drinks as cantinas and buying drinks are how he gains the trust of informants, but around Emcee, he tends to do more and now he's paying for it with a hangover. Sadly he remembers most of what he did including the song and a few uncomfortable and unexpected conversations.

He asked Bar for a hangover cure that he learned from a smuggler who lived in a cantina. The color is almost purple and the smell is wrong but he knows it will help, he's just staring at it for now.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor

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[oldmancreed]

He's occupying a large space at the bar, nursing a beer, when one of the foulest smells hits his nose.

"The fuck is that?"

[childofrebellion]

"Hangover cure from I think the Kessel system originally,"

Which makes sense, if it can help a Wookie or deal with a spice hangover, it can handle anything.

[oldmancreed]

Ah. Not something he'd know anything about.

"Smells disgusting. Kessel system?"

[childofrebellion]

"It does and I think it tastes as bad. I'm from the Galactic Empire, Kessel has the spice mines and the Kessel run,"

Cassian glances over to the man he's talking to and straightens up, glad his blaster's as usual at his hip. Then reaches for the cure and takes a sip and forces himself to swallow it.

[oldmancreed]

He laughs softly at Cassian's reaction to just seeing him. Too bad that blaster won't do him any good.

"None of that made sense. Kessel a star system?"

[childofrebellion]

That laugh isn't pleasant and Cassian takes another drink, he can feel his head hurting less, "Yes, planet and a system in the Outer Rim. Where are you from?"

The claws on the man's hands and his longer teeth suggest that he's not human.

[oldmancreed]

He turns further toward Cassian, getting a better look at his companion.

"So you're some kind of space cowboy?"

Deliberately ignoring the question.

[runningred]

Jay looks far too cheerful for the last person to leave the party. But then, he didn't drink that much. He raises an eyebrow at the concoction, ordering himself a coffee. "Kill or cure, huh?"

[childofrebellion]

"It should help, the man who recommended it lived on drink," Cassian saw Jay at the party but they never talked.

[runningred]

"Fair enough. Personally I prefer coffee and a punishing work out but then my masochistic tendencies have been pointed out."

Yup, much too cheerful.

"D'you have fun last night?"

[childofrebellion]

"In parts of it, yes,"

Wonderful moments with Emcee and even singing was kind of nice. The conversations with Gabriel, Barry and Cisco took unexpected and not the best turns.

[runningred]

"Just not so much this morning?" Jay nods sympathetically. "Drink your brew and get some rest. It'll all have been worth it once you don't feel like death."

[childofrebellion]

Cassian does take a drink, but he knows his hangover passing won't help what happened with Barry and Cisco.

It tastes awful but he can feel it start to work, "Your drones were busy."

[configuration_birdwatcher]

That is not a color Bastion's ever seen on a beverage before. Or a smell they've ever encountered on a consumable, for that matter. All they can come up with from an odor analysis is that it's probably non-toxic. Cassian looks like he might be equally confused about what he's about to drink.

"Zwee?" // Do you not know what that is either?

[childofrebellion]

At Bastion's noise, Cassian startles slightly, then smiles, "Its supposed to help. I heard that you sang and danced at the party."

[configuration_birdwatcher]

Bastion makes an affirmative whistling noise, and nods. // I did! It was a lot of fun.

They sing the first few notes of their song again.

[childofrebellion]

"Did people like it?" Cassian takes a large sip of his drink with a wince.

[configuration_birdwatcher]

"Dwee-oo-whee." // The flying robots liked it. Some of the humans looked confused, but others appeared to be enjoying it.

Bastion observes with some concern as Cassian consumes his strange purplish beverage. He doesn't seem to enjoy it, but he doesn't look surprised by the experience.

[childofrebellion]

Its a hangover cure, they're not meant to taste good. His head feels clearer, "The man who told me about this cure drank a lot, its effective but tastes awful."

[sticktothemission]

Gabriel has a few things he'd like to follow up with Cassian on after their conversation last night. Since he has no plans to head home till later now seems as good a time as any.

"Jesus, you still hungover? Impressed, man." It's not that he recognizes the drink, it's that he recognizes the look.

[childofrebellion]

"I didn't plan to be this impressive. This is helping,"

By the time Gabriel shows up, he's drunk most of the drink and is almost ready to manage caf. He turns to look at Gabriel, he's curious about what he recalls of their conversation.

[sticktothemission]

Gabriel definitely notices the wary look.

He smiles, not calling the man on it yet. "Good to hear. That the hangover cure Bar wouldn't give me?"

It's a weird shade of purple. He noticed that, too.

[childofrebellion]

"She wouldn't give you one? I asked her to make one that someone once told me about,"

Gabriel seems to be doing better without a cure.

[sticktothemission]

Ibuprofen and as much Gatorade as he can stomach. And food.

"Said I brought it on myself," he says mildly annoyed and drumming his fingers once on her surface.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian nods slowly, that still hurts, "We did."