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Who: Jacky Faber and whomever wishes!
When: December 12th & ongoing
Where: The Bar
What: Jacky’s at the bar, slinging drinks and trying to keep up the cheer
Warnings: None planned!



[Another day on the ship, another day behind the bar. Alone. While she’s glad that Miles is alright, and that he’s doing the smart thing and resting instead of getting into trouble (hypocrisy, thy name be Faber), it still means that she’s been spending most of her day in the bar without much company.

When the door opens, she looks up and pastes on her vulpine-grin.]

Hello! What can I get ya?

[OOC note: this post is open to all bar shenanigans, be it hanging out, drunken sorrows, or drinking songs.]

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[Closed (Eggsy)]

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OOC Note: continued on from here

[When Eggsy came in, Jacky was in the middle of putting back one of the top-shelf liquors which, of course, went on the top shelf. Hopping down from her relatively precarious perch on the bar, she flashed him a grin.]

A pleasure to make your acquaintance, personal-like. Your Mister Hart's friend, yeah?

[vengeance_driven]

[Niko hasn't drank but once since what happened with the planet, and he's guessing it's fine for another.]

[This used to be his job, and he is glad he left. He couldn't have dealt with being around drinking all the time, around alcohol. But sometimes? Hopefully in good humor to distract from upsetting things? He'll take that. That way he still feels sort of removed from his father and capable of enjoying himself.]

[Except he doesn't have anyone to drink with, which is what he prefers. So he ends up settling down in front of her at the bar alone.]

Do you still have some vodka?

[forcefulgift]

[He wasn't used to having a bartender, mostly because he just steals alcohol and takes it back to his room. Today though, he decided to actually hit the bar and see what's what. He'd wrapped up, at least, despite not really feeling the cold- he'd probably need to shed some of the layers when it came to actually getting tipsy but for now he's making pretend, trying to be like the rest of the crew as he pulls up a stool, glancing up at the stranger.]

Alright, mate? Wanna make me something bloody strong?