Little snippet of a gingerpilot one-shot I’ve been plucking away at tonight while drinking wine way too fast and listening to Irish pub music (Read as- I’m not totally sober so neither are my space boys and they are going to make stupid decisions together since apparently the only way I can cure writer’s block is writing smut).
Kicking his boot up on the chair across from him, Poe leaned back against the cushioned seat before draining the remaining liquid from his bottle. Placing it back down onto the table top with a plunk, he looked around the cantina. It was still empty save for the couple that had been sitting at the bar when he entered, now too engrossed in one another to have bothered seeing any of his and Hux’s interaction occur. He debating getting one more ale while waiting, deciding against it as he rose from his seat and made his way to the bar.
Leaning against the bar edge, Poe waited as the bartender rang up his tab. Handing his card back over to him, the bartender looked Poe.
“You want a shot? On the house?”
Poe shrugged. He wasn’t about to deny free alcohol. “Sure. What’yda got?”
“Tihaar” the bartender replied with a devilish smile as he pushed a glass partly full of pinkish hued liquid towards the pilot.
Poe held the glass, eying the liquor as it swirled in the glass in front of him. He had heard of the liquor before, but never personally tried it. It was Mandalorian, he knew that much, and had overheard pilots saying it was better used for degreasing ship parts than for human consumption.
“May the winds of fortune guide you, may you fly a gentle galaxy. May it always be the other guy who says, this drink's on me” the bartender rattled off before the two men clinked glasses together and downed the shot in unison.
