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[fighter__pilot]

Shalla hasn't been gone for nearly as long as it seems she has. She's been around, really, although it may be true that most of her time has been spent on her side of the door

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[works_in_space]

Jim has no idea what those drinks are. But he has something else in mind anyway.

"Can you find me a Romulan ale?"

[fighter__pilot]

"I'm sure I can scrounge it up from somewhere," she assures him with a grin, then holds up a finger as she ducks behind the Bar to check.

A few seconds later she pops back up with triumphant smile and a bottle holding a light blue liquid. She displays the label for him. "Look about right?

[works_in_space]

"That should do. The bar usually has a bottle or two around." Or at least it can fabricate them in a hurry.

[fighter__pilot]

She grabs a tumbler and fills it with the blue liquid, then slides it across the Bar.

"There you go."

[v_accidentprone]

Alex stops by the Bar, curious about seeing someone behind it for the first time. "Could I have a lemonade?"

[fighter__pilot]

"Pre-sweetened, or you wanna do that yourself?"

Shalla is on top of her game, man.

[v_accidentprone]

"I'll do it myself."

She is! Alex is very impressed by her prowess.

[fighter__pilot]

Shalla grins and gives him a quick thumbs-up before pouring his lemonade and sliding it across.

"Wait, no. Hold on."

She disappears behind the Bar for a few moments, rustling sounds emanating from where her head's disappeared.

The few moments stretch into a few more moments, and cursing starts to join the rustling.

[acts_of_gord]

"Huh."

There's a decently tall (for a human) fellow in odd-looking grey and orange body armor peering up at the sign.

"What goes into a Hairy Wookiee, anyway?"

[fighter__pilot]

"Um," she says eloquently before sliding a book over in front of her and scanning it quickly.

"Something called Everclear? And ..." she scrolls down the list, becoming slightly horrified at the amount of alcohol in the drink (she just picked it for the name!) as she does. "Wow. Um, 151 rum, Jaegermeister, Bailey's Irish Cream, Blue Curacao, milk!"

This last one excites her because it isn't pure alcohol.

[acts_of_gord]

Gordon whistles. "That's... more of a punch than I wanted to deal with tonight," he says. "Can I just get a Guinness instead? I'd like to be able to walk home."

[fighter__pilot]

Shalla nods in astonished agreement before checking under Bar and pulling up a bottle of Guinness, which she hands to Gordon.

"Good choice. I'd have to cut you off after a sip of that stuff. I guess it's called a hairy Wookiee because only a Wookiee would be able to handle it."