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Burned and buried all I carried
WHO: Luke, Cassian, Jyn. Open to Leia as well.
WHERE: Wyrmwood (a bar)
WHEN: Feb 7th, evening
WHAT: Rebels raise drinks to honor the fallen
WARNINGS: Rogue One Spoilers. People drinking. I'll add more if it becomes pertinent.
The fact was, there had been more of them.
There'd been Rey, and Lando, and Bodhi... the latter was enough for Cassian to want to raise a glass to, but honestly he was feeling a bit overdue for having more than one drink in an evening.
So was Jyn.
Why not, then, drink with one of the last remaining Rebels who knew what the Death Star meant? Besides, Luke was the quintessential 'good kid' and Cassian hoped to hell whatever his role in the Rebellion was going to be that it wasn't ever to become intelligence.
That way lay madness, salt, and bitters.
This way, in contrast, lay tequila, and probably several other types of things; Cassian had tried to pick a bar that was a: quiet, b: possessed variety and c: wasn't full of weird flashing lights or strange motifs. Just a nice, semi-dark bar.
Should be great.
WHERE: Wyrmwood (a bar)
WHEN: Feb 7th, evening
WHAT: Rebels raise drinks to honor the fallen
WARNINGS: Rogue One Spoilers. People drinking. I'll add more if it becomes pertinent.
The fact was, there had been more of them.
There'd been Rey, and Lando, and Bodhi... the latter was enough for Cassian to want to raise a glass to, but honestly he was feeling a bit overdue for having more than one drink in an evening.
So was Jyn.
Why not, then, drink with one of the last remaining Rebels who knew what the Death Star meant? Besides, Luke was the quintessential 'good kid' and Cassian hoped to hell whatever his role in the Rebellion was going to be that it wasn't ever to become intelligence.
That way lay madness, salt, and bitters.
This way, in contrast, lay tequila, and probably several other types of things; Cassian had tried to pick a bar that was a: quiet, b: possessed variety and c: wasn't full of weird flashing lights or strange motifs. Just a nice, semi-dark bar.
Should be great.