(open) gettin' tipsy

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CHARACTERS ▶ The crew of the Durga + Luke Skywalker + Others
LOCATION ▶ Some seedy bar with Irkallan booze
SUMMARY ▶ Rogue Squadron tradition: buying drinks after a successful mission
WARNINGS ▶ PG-13 (Alcohol)
NOTES ▶ Stragglers allowed, but gotta buy their own booze

Luke's arrival reminded Wedge of a tradition he couldn't pass up: buying booze after a successful mission.

Post-mission, he hadn't had much reason to celebrate. He was ashamed of that, really. The Durga's crew might not be the Rogues, but they were still his crew. Duty was duty, and in the name of camaraderie, it was Wedge's duty to foster friendship among this rag-tag group of recruits, pro tem or not.

The bar is seedy and out of the way, frequented by mechanics and soldiers and the sort of people who would like the decor. As a matter of fact, the bar was cobbled together from bits and pieces of a downed hovercraft. Wedge is sure there's bloodstains on the metal beneath his feet, but whoever those poor soldiers were, he's sure they wouldn't object to their grave turning into a place where people celebrated life.

So, to life. And third-rate Irkallan whiskey.

"I'm doing quite a few favors at the shipyards for this party." He raises his bottle, probably whiskey. "So make sure you all put a dent in the alcohol supply." And downs half of it in an instant.