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[i_love_kettch]

It's not Wes's fault he's late. They don't have Daylight Savings Time on Coruscant.

He's here, though (sadly not in the bright red suit), and still amused by the Mike-bar. Heh. 's funny. (Poor Mike.)

Specials
Friday's Frozen Mudslide
Affinity
Peach Death

Comments

[alien_bartender]

"How about one of those mudslides?" I said, sliding into a seat at the bar. Tending it a few nights ago had been interesting, but it was kind of nice to be back on the other side, especially after the day I'd had.

[i_love_kettch]

"Comin' right up," Wes says brightly, throwing a sloppy salute before turning to make the drink.

Normally he has mild trouble with ice cream, but he made sure there were several cartons behind the bar beforehand this time, to avoid bothering Mike. He's thoughtful like that.

He adds two bright green straws to the glass when he pushes it towards Rick.

[alien_bartender]

"Thanks," I said, pulling in the glass a little closer. I may be to old for drinks that combine chocolate and alcohol, especially when there's ice cream involved, but that doesn't stop me. "You're one of the regular bartenders, right? I pulled an emergency shift a few days ago."

[i_love_kettch]

"Yeah -- for a given definition of regular," he adds ruefully. "Time here and back home doesn't match up so good, but I get here for the Fridays when I can. But y'helped Mike out, huh?"

He pats the bar top almost fondly. Possibly the effect is ruined by his amused grin.

"How'd you find it? Gets kinda crazy sometimes."