BARTENDING

[i_love_kettch]

Wes makes it all the way to the Bar before he realises this is not, in fact, the tapcaf frequented by his fellow Rogues.

It's been a while since he was in Milliways, but he's thrilled. He beams up at the rafters, then sideways at the Observation Window, and finally down at Bar.

"Whiskey. All of-- okay, no, 'Nyri would kill me if I died of liver

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[missginnytonic]

"Does Firewhiskey count?"

[i_love_kettch]

Wes has seen that around the bar during his time here, and gives the girl a thumbs up. "Sure," he confirms, and pours a glass.

"Want a mixer? Cola's a good one, I think, but bonus points if you can drink it straight."

(Wait, is she old enough? Eh, too late now, and who cares anyway.)

[missginnytonic]

Ginny smiles. "I would never think of mixing it. Straight up is the only way. Have you tried it?"

[i_love_kettch]

"Afraid not," Wes admits with an apologetic smile. "It's from another world, I think.

"Would you recommend it?"

...yeah, he'll drink on-duty, tonight. It's a celebration, after all.

[morethanprops]

Moist was having a quite good day to begin with, this just makes it better, he's in an elegant linen suit and looks smug,

"Congratulations, I'll have some MacAbre's."

[i_love_kettch]

Ooh, pretty.

Wes grins and offers a mock-salute before turning to scan the various bottles. It takes him a while to find the right one (he hasn't used the Earth alphabet in almost a year).

"Thanks," he says as he slides across a tumbler with the drink. "Want any ice or a mixer?"

[morethanprops]

"Some ice would be perfect. I don't think I've seen you here before,"

Moist would remember if he had since Wes looks like things happen when he's around.

[i_love_kettch]

The ice, Wes adds more quickly; an easy scoop into the glass.

"...guess it's been a while. I mean, about two years for me, but timelines in this place are so confusing. I wasn't sure if it was that long in here, you know?"

[fighting_mad]

Plourr's face says it all.

All of it.

[OOC: I know you're not around at the moment, so feel free to ignore this! <3]

[i_love_kettch]

:D :D :D

"Our kids could get married. We'd be family."

... Wes pours a whole tumbler of whiskey for Plourr as he says this.

[fighting_mad]

Plourr's eyebrows lower prodigiously. "Over my dead body."

[i_love_kettch]

"What, my kid's not good enough for your kid?"

Wes is so incredibly offended.

[i_spoiled_it]

"You are kidding."

Steph is just staring.

"You bred?"

[also: pls feel free to ignore, likewise!]

[i_love_kettch]

"True story, I'm afraid."

He tries to say this solemnly, but he cannot stop grinning.

"Kid's human," he reassures her. "I'll let you know about any inherited genetic defects when they turn up."

(He's going to be distraught when Cal decides he hates Oreos.)