Happy Hour and a Bottle of Rum

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Billy's still undecided on the reality of this place. He still more than half figures that he hit his head on his way out of the captain's cabin and is laid out dreaming strange dreams. But hell, there's no point in standing around and arguing the point. Here he is and he might as well look around a bit.

He'd napped in a booth in the corner and when he ordered breakfast received with it a polite note--with instructions to come back in the afternoon and tend bar. With specials.

He writes SPECIALS up on the board in a tidy round hand...and then runs out of imagination for what the specials might actually be. So, uh, welcome to Happy Hour. With unspecified Specials. Provided by the big lad with his sleeves rolled up, currently standing behind the bar pulling out bottles at random.




((Hullo! Thanks to everyone who welcomed Billy! I admit I'm kinda running out of steam for Wow I'm New Here What Is This Place threads--is it okay if we handwave/let those drop? I'd love to pick up new conversations, I just have such a hard time holding up too many OMG I Don't Believe This Place What Is It threads at the same time...))

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"Well...yeah. There's plenty of slave business," he says, looking a little uncomfortable. Billy's theoretically against slavery, but in practice, well. It's just there, and the Walrus has captured slave-traders and sold on the slaves more often than they've freed them. "--And right, that's what I tell my crew. You don't have to like it, but Miss Guthrie knows what she's doing."

[childofrebellion]

"Its hard to truly get rid of it. Your crew? You captain the ship you mentioned, the Walrus?"

Cassian thinks no one should be a slave but he also knows how deep slavery is in the fabric of the Empire.