Wes is rather pleased to see Milliways instead of his apartment. He's always pleased to see Milliways, really, because this doesn't happen nearly as often as it should ( Read more... )

It's summer, or at least it ought to be. Only, you see, Coruscant doesn't really get summer. Coruscant doesn't get much of anything when it comes to weather, and sometimes that's okay (because who really wants a temperamental planet all the time?) and sometimes it's less okay ( Read more... )

In a booth in the corner, is Inyri Forge, with several datapads, two drained glasses of alcohol and a cigarette between her fingers.

(In reality, she's forgotten about the cigarette and it's just burning away...she'll realise that when she gets burned).

Very botherable.

Specials
Bantha Blaster
Dark Side Daiquiri
Whyren's Reserve

The usual pile of Oreos on a plate may or may not count as a special; they're free for the taking.

Wes is behind the Bar, pretending to be productive by cleaning glasses. He's just special without the article in front of it.

[ooc: here 'til a little after midnight gmt; happy to take ( Read more... )

If Inyri stands right under one of the lights outside, it's a little warmer than if she were to wander into the darkness. Still, she shivers as she puts the cigarette in her hand to her lips and takes a quick drag ( Read more... )

The door to Milliways opens with more force than usual as Shalla pushes through it violently, not slowing until she's run a few more steps into the bar. She slides a little when she stops, then stands there for a moment, looking around and blinking. She's wearing the uniform of capital ship personnel, a datapad braced in the sling holding one of ( Read more... )

Inyri's in the bar tonight. It's been a while. Home has been a whirlwind of planning a vacation, getting the time off and taking that vacation. She's tired, she's tan, and she's pretty sure she's never getting all the sand out of her hair and clothes ( Read more... )

Lilly's been out of the bar for a couple of weeks, and okay, she forgot to leave a note, but it was an emergency. (Well, it was making umbrella drinks with Meg in the suite one night and deciding they would taste better on an actual beach. Totally an emergency ( Read more... )

There's a pilot behind the Bar. And a message on the Specials board:

Free drinks for the singers

Heh. Wes is amused.

Inyri's in an armchair, a cup of caf in her hand as she stares out the observation window.

She's specifically here because the living room hates her and turned into a bar, but she's not REALLY complaining.

(Yet).