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

[lord_wizard]

Clearly not, though no one would stop you from taking that bottle somewhere else if you were so inclined, especially after you've spent part of your day here already.

[He gives Dezel a skeptical look, wondering if the man is joking. Felix has a terrible habit, likely leftover from the Mirador, of mentally filing the people who work at the bar under 'the help' and largely ignoring their existence unless they speak to him first.]

Of course I can see you, you've been in and out of the kitchen all afternoon.