BARTENDING

[i_love_kettch]

Wes makes it all the way to the Bar before he realises this is not, in fact, the tapcaf frequented by his fellow Rogues.

It's been a while since he was in Milliways, but he's thrilled. He beams up at the rafters, then sideways at the Observation Window, and finally down at Bar.

"Whiskey. All of-- okay, no, 'Nyri would kill me if I died of liver

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[fighting_mad]

Plourr's face says it all.

All of it.

[OOC: I know you're not around at the moment, so feel free to ignore this! <3]

[i_love_kettch]

:D :D :D

"Our kids could get married. We'd be family."

... Wes pours a whole tumbler of whiskey for Plourr as he says this.

[fighting_mad]

Plourr's eyebrows lower prodigiously. "Over my dead body."

[i_love_kettch]

"What, my kid's not good enough for your kid?"

Wes is so incredibly offended.

[fighting_mad]

"Nobody," Plourr corrects, "is good enough for my kid." As both a princess and a girl with these parents, Ianna is going to find dating challenging.

In, you know, a decade or two.

She takes the whiskey that she's been poured and studies him over the top of the tumbler. "A boy, huh?"

[i_love_kettch]

... Wes shrugs and tilts his head in a fair enough manner.

(In fifteen years or so, he'll find out that Cal's been talking to Myri Antilles on the Holonet almost every day. He's going to be appalled.)

"A boy," he confirms with a grin. "Name's Cal."

[fighting_mad]

"As frightening as the thought of a mini-Janson is--" Plourr raises her glass, "congratulations."