Happy Hour

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's collar is pulled up and his hair wet as he enters, almost blown through the door by the wind mixing with the roar of engines on the other side. The quiet stops him, he's been going and going for a while with missions that don't leave much space in between and when he reaches the counter, a note appears with his caf and a plate of warm tacos. He nods and goes behind the Bar as he sips his caf as he writes.

Specials
Corellian whiskey
Alderaan ale
Hot chocolate (my recipe)
Caf

When they're written up, he turns to start prepping a saucepan of hot chocolate and the heady smell drifts over the Bar.

Comments

[zenigatcha]

"Cassian!" Zenigata greets loudly, in his usual 'working outside of work' get up-- books on things that aren't Lupin under one arm, small laptop tucked on top of them. He set them down on the bar and takes up a seat.

Opening his mouth to speak, Zenigata pauses and orients as he caught a whiff of cocoa. "What's that you're making?"

[childofrebellion]

Cassian turns at his name and smiles when he sees Zenigata, "Hot chocolate, my own recipe, more spice than it normally has but it will warm you right up."

[zenigatcha]

"Ah, let's have a cup of that then, barkeep!" Zenigata says, grinning as he settles down. "How have things been where you are?"

[childofrebellion]

He pours out a mug of the steaming hot chocolate then takes another long drink of his caf,

"Busy, lots of traveling and long days. How are you? Lupin done anything recently?"

[zenigatcha]

"Robbed the three Peaks of Roppongi -- three very important museums," Zenigata says with a grimace. "We saved some of the paintings, but he got away with some cultural artifacts and gemstones."

It was a partial victory, so he'll take it.

[childofrebellion]

"What will he do with them?"

From what Zenigata said, Lupin doesn't seem like he hoards what he steals.

[zenigatcha]

"Sell it off, have it stolen from him by Mine Fujiko, give it to someone to try and get into their pants," Zengiata says, counting off the items on his fingers, "or squirrel it away for a rainy day fund and forget which hideout it's at, and eventually I'll trip over it five years later when I find an old hideout looking for him in the wrong place."

Such is the trevails of Zenigata Koichi's hunt for Lupin III.

[childofrebellion]

"He's that disorganized?" Cassian wouldn't survive in his work if he was that messy.

[zenigatcha]

"Oh, no. He's brilliant at his work. It's just everything that comes before planning and after exucuting, he's absolutely trash at," Zenigata says, shaking his head as a laugh shakes his shoulders. "The Lupin family is infamous for mismanaging their money. Back of crooks can't spend it fast enough!"

[childofrebellion]

He shrugs and finishes off his caf, "Some people are awful with credits. Do you like the hot chocolate?"

[zenigatcha]

"I do!" Zenigata's got so many sweet teeth-- he'll always want something sweet if it's on offer.

[childofrebellion]

"Good, I haven't had the time to make it recently," Proper hot chocolate needs time.

[zenigatcha]

"Well, when it'd ready I'll be happy to have a cup. It's marching on toward Spring for me, and before you know it'll be April, and--" he chuckles softly. "The winter was dark and dreary this year, and I will be glad for warm weather and clearer skies."

[behind_me]

"Which one is good?"

Hello, human. Gamora remembers you. And respects you as well, which is why there's almost a smile for him.

[childofrebellion]

"They all are but it depends on what you're in the mood to drink, caf and hot cocoa don't have alcohol in them and the Corellian whiskey's the strongest on the board,"

Cassian remembers her as well, she was impressive in the labyrinth.

[behind_me]

"I'll have the whiskey, then."

She dopesn't drink to get drunk but her alcohol tolerance is so high she does need something strong for humans in order to feel it.

"How have you been?"

[childofrebellion]

He pours her a generous glass, "Want ice in it? Not too bad, busy, you?"

[behind_me]

She inclines her head, a small shake of it in the negative. No ice but also not busy.

"I'm staying here for a while. I have nothing to do and it's strange."

She's beginning to get restless, and she hates that.

[childofrebellion]

"That's an awful feeling, better to be working on something. Have looked at the garage? Not too hard to find a project down there,"

Cassian hates not having something to do and passes over the glass to Gamora.

[behind_me]

"The Garage?" Gamora repeats back at him. "What's down there?"

Is it something she can kill?

[childofrebellion]

"Vehicles from every galaxy, apparently every one that's ever existed. I've been working on a starfighter and getting it ready to fly again. I'm a pilot,"

He doesn't know if they ever got to that sort of introduction, but working on ships and droids is one of the ways he fills his time that also helps the Rebellion.

[behind_me]

"I didn't realise that," Gamora says specifically about his being a pilot. The garage she stores away for leter knowledge, although she doesn't know much about mechanics and might not find anything to do.

"You're not just a pilot, though."

She gathered that in the labyrinth.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian nods in answer as he sips his drink, thinking of how to talk about what else he does, "No, I do other things that mean I need to be a good shot with a blaster."

[behind_me]

Gamora moves her head slightly, giving him an interested sideways look.

"What kind of things?"

[childofrebellion]

"Guarding people who need help and general protection, a lot of people carry blasters in my galaxy,"

Not as many have sniper blasters but he'll get to those specifics later. "What about you? What would you be doing if you were back in your galaxy?"