drown your sorrows in a bar that won't drown you.

[sylphystia]

Who: Everyone's welcome!
Broadcast: No
Action: Málum, Crowley's bar on the Iskaulit
When: The latter half of March, until they leave the system.

[Though there are 'dry bars' down on the water planet, Crowley's bar is still open. Even the apocalypse couldn't close this thing. Whether you're angsting over something you got from home or you just DON'T TRUST THE OCEAN, there is a leather seat at Málum waiting for you.]

Comments

[wolfehawke]

[Oh, well, if we're doing magic...

The truck stops before it reaches him, does a three point turn, and then pops up on its back tires and speeds off the counter in an epic jump onto the floor, tires squealing before it rockets off again to dodge table legs.]

I can't complain about the taste, everything is delicious, I just don't see why he feels the need to dress it up with silly gimmicks.

[Drools, who had been dozing in a corner, perks up at the sound of the truck at floor level and immediately hauls himself to his feet to chase it.]

[sylphystia]

[He arches an eyebrow invisibly beneath his hat. Well then. That was almost impressive, but Dezel doesn't give out idle compliments.]

My guess is that it differentiates us from the people across the hall. They have the same alcohol we do, or at least it tasted the same when I tried it.

Typical business practice.