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[i_love_kettch]

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

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[last_talon]

"Pimm's?"

Myn eyes the sign questioningly, but leaves it at that.

[i_love_kettch]

"Ah," Wes says slightly awkwardly.

Then he manages a bright (tipsy) grin and indicates the pitchers sitting in front of him, with the light brown drink, pieces of fruit floating in it.

"Pimm's! Alcohol and lemonade. And fruit. 's good. Try some."

[last_talon]

"It's the same color as bantha dung. Why would I try it?" He eyes Wes suspiciously. "Besides, it's not like I have any reason to trust you."

You still could have changed the past. And now you're working with Commander Antilles, and will probably flush me out before training's half over.

[i_love_kettch]

Wes shifts his weight from foot to foot a little uneasily, but keeps his grin.

"Because it's alcohol. Even I can't do much wrong with alcohol, Donos. No matter what horror stories Wedge tells you."

[didntseeit]

"Pimm's?" Ajedrez asks, sliding onto a bartstool and pulling her mane of brown hair from the high ponytail.

Someone's just got off from work.

[i_love_kettch]

Wes grins brightly at her. "Pimm's! Want to try a glass? Y'get a straw."

[didntseeit]

"A straw? Well, how can I refuse?"

[i_love_kettch]

"I knew the straw would be the deal breaker," he says solemnly.

He scoops some ice into a tall glass, then pours Pimm's from one of the pitcher; several pieces of fruit fall into the glass as well. He slides it over, then picks out a bright green straw and drops it in.