Happy Hour

[childofrebellion]

After the fight club, Cassian stayed over in Milliways to give his bruises some time to heal. When he goes to get dinner, Bar asks him to tend and he pulls out the cocktail book to look over options.

Specials
Key punch
Block and fall
Ale
Wine
Caf
Iced tea
If you were in the fight club and need a cold pack for your injuries, let me know.

Then Cassian pours himself an ale and looks to see who's around. There are some healing bruises on his face.

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

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[justices_conscience]

The Judge walks up to the Bar, his head cocked at a curious angle, face completely concealed between bandanna, dust goggles and broad-brimmed hat.

"I thought the Bar tended to itself... Herself, by magic?"

[childofrebellion]

Cassian considers the figure in front of him, who he reminds him of bounty hunters or dwellers of desert planets, "She needs to rest sometimes and then someone will bartend. What can I get you?"

[justices_conscience]

The Judge taps the bandanna covering his face. "Nothing while on duty." He looks around. "And until I'm sure this place isn't a danger to my city, I'm considering myself on permanent duty."

[childofrebellion]

"I can understand that. What's your city? Would you like some water?"

In Milliways, Cassian allows himself to relax slightly but not too much. The Empire might not be here but he's seen those who serve it here and knows not everyone understands why he keeps secrets.

[justices_conscience]

He shakes his head. "It's not the alcohol, it's the" he waves a hand in front of his covered face "mystique". There's a definite hint of amusement in his voice.

"The city is called Malifaux. It's a hellhole of greed and suffering, and I have to fight everyday to keep it working and marginally safe for its dwellers."

[childofrebellion]

Cassian gives the bandana another look and nods, "Do they know that you protect them?"

[justices_conscience]

He nods. "We are well-known." And probably the only well-liked part of the Guild presence in Malifaux too.

"But anonymity is an important part of being The Judge, hence all this."

[childofrebellion]

"Anonymity can be useful. I'm a pilot and sometimes its good to fly without too much attention on you,"

Cassian uses it along with his various aliases, so that few people know all of who and what he truly does. He considers how to talk with the Judge about his life.

[justices_conscience]

"It can. Sometimes it can be necessary, even." He tilts his head back slightly, watching Cassian from behind his goggles.

"Youi got a use for it too?"

[childofrebellion]

"The galaxy's full of pirates and smugglers, I've learned how to get by without leaving a lot of tracks,"

And as a member of the Rebellion, that also keeps him safe from the Empire.

[justices_conscience]

"I can see how one of those could have more use for anonymity than a simple pilot." He pauses then, tilts his head again in that curious way.

"The galaxy?"

[childofrebellion]

Cassian wonders who much being connected to justice allows this patron to do, so will stick to the truth,

"Yes, I live in the Galactic Empire which is fairly large and some parts are more dangerous than others."

[justices_conscience]

"That tends to be true of most Empires of a fairly decent size." He shakes his head.

"Excuse me, you mean the Galaxy as in... The conglomeration of stars of which the Solar System is a part?" Yes, he's a well-read man for his time.

[jedi_interrupted]

Ashla, as she's calling herself today, comes in wearing a cloak (which does a nice job of hiding her sabers). Taking a moment to look about and realize she's in Milliways rather than the cantina bar she'd expected, she relaxes marginally and heads for the bar, only to find a familiar face.

"What is in a 'block and fall'?" She asks, taking a seat.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian sees her and schools his face as other than that one meeting, he hasn't met Ahsoka again, he'll follow her lead in terms of what's spoken aloud here, "A couple of kinds of liquor; cognac, brandy, orange and licorice."

[jedi_interrupted]

She schools her features as well, part following his lead and part gauging what the situation is.

"I will try one please. Is it spicy?" She recognizes some of those ingredients but not all of them.

[childofrebellion]

"Not terribly though I could make you something that is. There are some drinks infused with peppers back here," He's been curious about some of them.

[jedi_interrupted]

"That would be lovely, thank you. More Festian, than Mon Calamari, though. I like spice but also like to feel my mouth after." She laughs. "I'm Ashla, by the way."

[childofrebellion]

He smiles as he says, "Cassian, I think I can find you something. Not everyone's familiar with Festian spices."

He picks a Mescal which has a complex flavor then a chili infused syrup and combines them with some ice and lime, "Try that."

[jedi_interrupted]

She accepts the glass and takes a sip, smiling.

"This is perfect, though I must admit I'm missing the orange you mentioned with the other drink, but then nothing is ever really lost is it?"

[childofrebellion]

At the code phrase, he nods and adds quietly, "Not while the Force remains. I could add some of the orange liquor to it and you could see how you like it."

[jedi_interrupted]

"Maybe if I have another. Know of any problems here worth mentioning?" She runs a finger along where a human ear would be as if scratching the base of her montral to help her meaning be clear.

[childofrebellion]

"No, everything's been fairly quiet. There was a fight club not too long ago. That's where I got these. Elsewhere I had a meeting that didn't work like I wanted,"

He shrugs and sips his own drink, wondering how she's dealt with the fallout from Gul Trayvis.

[jedi_interrupted]

"Fight club? As in a betting ring or some thing more useful?"

Lowering her voice, she adds, "I'm having trouble contacting some of my people. I am worried, but won't trouble you with the details."

[childofrebellion]

"A chance to spar with other patrons out back with Security's say-so," He nods at her comment, "Yes, there have been a number of signals going dark. I think some were knocked out."