Wes Janson is once again in charge of a large quantity of alcohol. Please, don't panic.

He's gone the lazy route this week. The Specials board reads:

WHISKEYWes himself is standing behind the Bar, hair still tinted slightly green and red from some angles. (He doubts this will ever come out properly, and is rather wary of what his superiors will ( Read more... )

And Donos is sitting at the Bar. The whole Bar has seemed eerily quiet to him tonight...

Someone should change that for him.

Inyri's in the bar, a cigarette dangling from her fingers as she scrolls down on a datapad she's got dangling from her hands.

(She doesn't look well. Don't you think she looks tired?)

But she's botherable, as long as you don't take her cigarette away.

And here's a sight.

Well, really, everything could be considered a sight. This particular sight, however, happens to be a pilot. A Corellian one with a ramrod-straight spine. He looks like... like... well, like he's going through basic again. Which, when new squad recruiting is being conducted by Wedge Antilles, you might as well be. Emotionless ( Read more... )

Wes thinks he's got the hang of this "Pimm's" nonsense.

He flicked through his bartending book last night to find it, and indeed, it was there. Of course, he couldn't try making the cocktail until this afternoon. It took him a few tries to get it right, tasting the drink each time to see if it was any good yet ( Read more... )

[oom: home.]

When Wes walks through the door, he was expecting the floor on the other side to be a few inches lower. This wouldn't be much of a problem normally -- he does manage to catch himself by taking a quick step to the side -- but he's also carrying a pile of datacards, which he doesn't manage to catch ( Read more... )

Corran's in a corner booth, sipping at his Whyren's ( Read more... )

Atton may not look like the most cheerful thing ever as he comes downstairs, cursing quietly as he realises he's late, and writes up the Specials, but he does, at least, not look like he wants to kill everything that gets in his line of sight. Which is a vast improvement from last week. He's smiling, a bit, though it can't be seen as he flicks ( Read more... )

[OOM: Everything goes to plan for Gara Petothel and Talon Squadron is dead.]

This wasn't the 'fresher...but it would do.

Maybe she'd have a celebratory drink. She did just rack up points for a successful mission plotted out.

She settles for water though.

Botherable.

[OOM: Disaster strikes, and Gen. Han Solo is forced into a very tough spot, bearing bad news for Myn.]

The door opens, and Myn Donos, still in his pilot's jumpsuit, marches stiffly through the door--and blinks. "Not now. I can't be here now." He clenches his jaw, and turns around to leave--but the door's gone. What in the Sith?!?And so, a homeless ( Read more... )