Two smugglers walk into a bar ...
Feb. 26th, 2018 03:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twelve_not_fourteenA serving droid clinks two drinks on a (mostly) clean table. One is a clear glass, in a standard size, full of a predictably amber colored liquid. A whiff of it would tell someone familiar with the common spirits of the galaxy that it was Corellian brandy - that spicy, ever so slightly sweet smell was distinctive, yet common. The other vessel placed upon the table was not glass and was far larger than one containing the brandy. The alcohol in it was strong enough to make most humanoids light headed from the vapor.
Han doesn't say anything as the repurposed astromech unit twitters to them in binary. If it was looking for appreciation or even acknowledgement of it's presence, it's doesn't seem like it's going to get it from this human. It beeps louder, above the racket in the bar, with a decidedly indignant tone and then it rolls away from the table. Moody, hazel eyes flick up at the back of the droid and a scowl spreads across the man's lips.
"Remember when you could go into a bar and there'd be people around to serve you?"
It's the same complaint every time they end up in a dive where there was a machine either taking his order or bringing his drink, so Chewbacca didn't even need to listen all that closely. The only thing that changed was the tone. It was smarmy and sarcastic when their pockets were lined with the credits of a job well done and embittered when they were broke. This was an example of the latter.
Han doesn't say anything as the repurposed astromech unit twitters to them in binary. If it was looking for appreciation or even acknowledgement of it's presence, it's doesn't seem like it's going to get it from this human. It beeps louder, above the racket in the bar, with a decidedly indignant tone and then it rolls away from the table. Moody, hazel eyes flick up at the back of the droid and a scowl spreads across the man's lips.
"Remember when you could go into a bar and there'd be people around to serve you?"
It's the same complaint every time they end up in a dive where there was a machine either taking his order or bringing his drink, so Chewbacca didn't even need to listen all that closely. The only thing that changed was the tone. It was smarmy and sarcastic when their pockets were lined with the credits of a job well done and embittered when they were broke. This was an example of the latter.
