Multi-Mun, Multi-Pup XXC (Extra Extra Cracky) Post

[bad_in_latin]

Mal Reynolds, Dave Lister, Barty Crouch Jr, Wes Janson, Angelina Johnson, Shelley Winters and Angelo.

All at the bar.

All drinking.

All approachable.

All Night Long.

[ooc: Seven muns, three computers, all crack. Or whatever else happens. Expect general occasional slowness due to splitting of computers

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[twostandingby]

Tycho is sitting at the Bar as well (no, really, see entrance post!), and he turns to one side and spots Wes. "So Janson, what's this I hear about a squadron and a party?" he asks dryly.

[i_love_kettch]

"--want me to explain in that order?"

Wes eyes Tycho, thinking for a moment.

"I mean, jus' pick one at now. I think the party's more importan', but that's me."

Did we mention the alcohol?

[twostandingby]

"Okay, what's the party, then?" It's Tycho's self/others-preservation instincts kicking in, really; they've gotten pretty good after all the years flying with Wes, and that smile on Biggs' face when he'd mentioned a party? Yeah, that'd been eerily familiar. And not just in the sense that it was on the face of a man who'd been dead for years.

[i_love_kettch]

Wes snickers slightly, and that right there might be that familiar grin again.

"I'm guessin' you met Biggs. We're planning a party, Tych! A real, all-out Rogue Squadron party -- y'know the bar needs one -- I mean, y'don't, cause you jus' got here, but it does.

"It'll be fun, right?"

[twostandingby]

The idea of Wes and Biggs conspiring is slightly terrifying. Tycho turns off his datapad. "So, what does that entail, plenty of gambling, Whyrens, drunkenness, and you trying to convince people to play strip sabacc?" Oh Rogue Squadron parties.

[i_love_kettch]

"I reckon you got it all in one, sure. There'll be glitter, too!"

Pause.

"...not at the same time as the strip sabacc."

[twostandingby]

Amused by the prospect, Tycho sets the datapad off to one side. "That'd be a sight to see." He laughs. "When is all of this debauchery taking place?"

(out for the night; sorry! be back around 11 EST; slowtime?)

[i_love_kettch]

"Absolutely no idea," Wes says brightly. "Darklighter's in charge of the, y'know, organisin' stuff. I'm in charge of the guest list."

Hey, it's a tough job. Lot of people to invite.

"Wanna be on it?"

Not that it'll be enforced in the slightest, of course.

[twostandingby]

They were just talking about Biggs, but it still takes Tycho a moment to remember that this is not the Darklighter he's used to referring to. He grins all the same. "Miss a Rogue party? Never."

[i_love_kettch]

"Brilliant," Wes says with a grin. "Then 's my pleasure or somethin' to invite y'to a Rogue Squad Milliways party on..."

Pause.

"...whatever date the sign says when we put it up."

[twostandingby]

Small facepalm. But he's still smiling just the same. "It's too bad Corran's not here." That's entirely innocent. Yes. The squadron commander would never be thinking of the last Rogue party where they were treated to the hilarity of a drunk certain overly-serious Jedi. Nuh uh.

[i_love_kettch]

"Oh yeah, 's a real shame. 'msure it'd be oh-so-much more fun if he were here."

Wes grins wryly and shakes his head. "I guess we'll just have to cope with the folk we've got. Huh, I should start writin' names down..."

He ponders this for a full half-second before pffting and downing what's left of his drink.

[twostandingby]

Tycho's laughing, and he glances down the bar to the others with Wes, all drinking. "Celebrating something?"

[i_love_kettch]

Wes orders himself another glass (a VodKa this time) and eyes the others thoughtfully for a moment.

"No idea," he decides cheerfully, "never even met half these folk. Think we were drinkin' to ka. 's like dust tape," he adds helpfully.

[capt_angie]

"An' tastes just as bad," Angie interupts from her seat next to Wes.

[twostandingby]

Tycho is saved from his complete non-understanding by the female voice. He leans forward to peer around Wes a moment to see who has spoken. "Should I know what dust tape is?" The question is directed at both Angie and Wes.