Sunday night bartending.

[bad_in_latin]

Mal got creative today; he brought his own sign to work, drawn out by long brushstrokes in varied colors.

It's Chinese New Year for some of you.

Chinese is nice.

Specials
China Village Mai Tai
China White
Leap Year

OR, say something in Chinese and your drink is half-off.

Welcome to bartending.

[ooc: it will likely be an early night, but am

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[corsec_jedi]

"Listen, apparently, I've got a friend doesn't tend to care much for your specials." Corran drops onto a barstool. "I'm not 'sposed to trust you to make drinks, according to him."

He just MIGHT be smirking.

[bad_in_latin]

"Jack Bauer is an asshole, sir," Mal attempts to correct.

[corsec_jedi]

He laughs aloud. "Alright, I'll heed that warning, too, but I was referring to Ton Phanan. Evidently tried some drink you had a special on, thought it was complete shavit." He appears to search the air for words, trying to remember the name. "Something about... ng ke pa?"

He waves it off. "Anyhow--think you'd know him if you saw him. Half a face of metal, plasteel arm and leg."

[bad_in_latin]

"Oh I remember. And it's Ng Ka Pe, nectar o' the gods," Mal jokes.

"One o' my friends calls it Satan Piss."