by Hin'biki » Wed Oct 10, 2018 3:52 pm
Hin remained behind the bar, somewhat unsure what to expect. Eyes peeled, he watched with a kind of morbid curiosity at the kind of scheme the boss was cooking up. As the quiet came then the boisterous laugh, Hin's nerves were set on edge worried at the possibility of this going pear shaped. Then as the con was revealed, the twi'lek nodded in his nondescript sort of way. His hand briefly hovered over a pint of Trosian whiskey. It was poisonous to humans, not lethal, and Hin was sorely tempted. But he mentally sighed and picked up a jar of moonshine mixed up by one of the regulars.
Technically a gift to one of the staff, no one touched the stuff. One sniff was all it took to know that this was one step away from making one go blind. Serving out seven cups, he gave a helping of tonic before turning to the rail with a keen eye. Finally he plucked a nondescript bottle from the shelf and added just a jigger to each drink. He bent down briefly to take in the fragrance of each drink. The distinct scent of alcohol was still there, but its potency was masked with a hint of fresh spice.
Taking the tray over, he held it up and passed out the glasses one at a time, "Seven Souten." He said, clasping the tray in one hand and pulling out his datapad with the other. With dexterous fingers he added the drinks to their bill, with just a bit of gouging. It was a cocktail...technically. Reason enough for the upcharge.
Hin remained behind the bar, somewhat unsure what to expect. Eyes peeled, he watched with a kind of morbid curiosity at the kind of scheme the boss was cooking up. As the quiet came then the boisterous laugh, Hin's nerves were set on edge worried at the possibility of this going pear shaped. Then as the con was revealed, the twi'lek nodded in his nondescript sort of way. His hand briefly hovered over a pint of Trosian whiskey. It was poisonous to humans, not lethal, and Hin was sorely tempted. But he mentally sighed and picked up a jar of moonshine mixed up by one of the regulars.
Technically a gift to one of the staff, no one touched the stuff. One sniff was all it took to know that this was one step away from making one go blind. Serving out seven cups, he gave a helping of tonic before turning to the rail with a keen eye. Finally he plucked a nondescript bottle from the shelf and added just a jigger to each drink. He bent down briefly to take in the fragrance of each drink. The distinct scent of alcohol was still there, but its potency was masked with a hint of fresh spice.
Taking the tray over, he held it up and passed out the glasses one at a time, "Seven Souten." He said, clasping the tray in one hand and pulling out his datapad with the other. With dexterous fingers he added the drinks to their bill, with just a bit of gouging. It was a cocktail...technically. Reason enough for the upcharge.