Happy Hour

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's yawning and sore when he enters Milliways as he's been traveling and waiting on connections who don't always show up. At the counter, he gets a note asking him to bartend and with a write up on Bastille Day. He remembers trying to talk to the Frenchman when the translation wasn't working and other conversations with different Frenchmen, who are also fighters. When he starts looking for specials, he chooses with them in mind.

Specials: Happy Bastille Day! Viva La Revolucion!
French Revolution
Cherry Explosion
Red, White and Blue
Drawn on the board alongside the drinks are an orange Alliance starbird and a tricolor cockade.
Know a French drink or recipe, share it with me for a free drink.

Once the specials are up, he starts looking through a French cookbook that Bar leaves him along with cockade that he pins on his black leather jacket.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor
OOC: As the Les Amis muns are busy, Cassian is celebrating Bastille Day for them. And France won the world cup! Open until another one goes up or it scrolls, whichever comes first.)

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[oldmancreed]

Creed bellies up to the bar and eyes the specials board.

"Christ, they celebrate that here?"

[childofrebellion]

"Yes, they do. I've met a number of Frenchmen here. What can I get you?" And Cassian likes the idea of the holiday.

[oldmancreed]

"Met a number of Frenchmen myself. Don't mean I wave a flag around on Bastile Day."

He eyes the specials some more, then sighs.

"Give me a French Revolution." Alcohol is alcohol.

[childofrebellion]

"I'm fighting a similar fight," He turns and starts on the drink, putting it into a champagne glass for Creed.

[oldmancreed]

God. A champagne glass.

"Yeah, been there myself." Still not something he cares to celebrate. "Ain't you got your own day?"

[childofrebellion]

"Not yet," They haven't won but someday there will be a day for the end of the Empire.

[oldmancreed]

He shrugs, taking the glass and downing it in one gulp. "Maybe one day. Though you're better off just fighting for yourself."

[childofrebellion]

Cassian pours himself a glass of ale, he couldn't not do anything but that's not a discussion he's going to have with Creed, "Want something stronger?"

[oldmancreed]

"I'll take some bourbon." Hell, it's French, isn't it?

"They pay you for this kind of work?"

[childofrebellion]

"With ice or not? Yes, they do," Its not a lot but it means that its a little less to worry about on his tab.

[oldmancreed]

"Straight."

He leans over the bar a little.

"Not a bad gig."

[childofrebellion]

Cassian pours a generous measure for Creed, "No, its not. I cook sometimes in my world for a lot of people, this is easier."

[oldmancreed]

That's earns Cassian a hint of a smile, as he takes the new glass.

"Yeah? Like an army chef kind of deal?"

[childofrebellion]

"Something like that, though my food tastes better."

[oldmancreed]

"Been in a few armies. Food got better as technology did."

[childofrebellion]

"What was the best food?"

[oldmancreed]

He sips his drink thoughtfully.

"The spaghetti and meatballs wasn't horrific."

[childofrebellion]

"I'll have to look into that."

[oldmancreed]

"I meant for the army. MCIs shouldn't be for actual consumption by civilians." Nor for the army, really, but they had to do with what they got.

[childofrebellion]

"Oh those, no, they shouldn't but the actual dish might be."

[oldmancreed]

He nods. "Real thing's pretty tasty, especially if you get it from some fancy Italian place."

[childofrebellion]

"I'll see if I can find a recipe for it."

[oldmancreed]

He takes a long sip.

"Shouldn't be too hard to find."

[childofrebellion]

"No, it shouldn't be," And then he can test it out in the kitchen here.

[oldmancreed]

"Pasta's generally pretty easy to make and a crowd pleaser. Fills you up, too, which is helpful if you have a lot of people to feed."

[childofrebellion]

"Then it will probably go over well. Something new is always welcome."