Drinks after work (Open to Silvers)

[Kaia Starchaser]

So, the word was that her father was going to be splitting his time between Sullust and the Silver Jedi. She wasn’t not going to call Celeste her step-mom, but she wasn’t going to consider her that either. She did love Celeste Rigel and what she provided for her father, but still… It only went so far. Her brother was out helping escort some of the Starchaser Enterprises mining vessels. Along with Warbird Wing. Coren had made a call with the Ardellians to call people back from the war front, assist Sullust but they were diving back into the Unknown Regions, helping to secure their past, and finding a home for themselves. The ship was aging, but the spirit was there. Just… the wars were messy now.

But still, Kaia had made it known that she was going to hop out to the capitol of the Silvers. When Coren asked about Kashyyyk, she corrected him that it was Commenor, and she was bringing a bit of home from Corellia to drop off on Commenor, and make a place ready for his and Celeste’s arrival. The Pulsar arrived in real space around the Colonies world. Her red YT-24000 was carrying a large container and had already marked a landing pad in the city. She’d get it picked up and brought to the townhouse, and from there, Drifter would lead the construction droids in moving the home into shape.

And that left her with a bit of exploration to do. Following the container drop and landing her ship, this time in a legal landing zone, so… uncharacteristic for the OPA Warden, she stepped from her ship and smiled. This was a nice world. Drifter followed behind her and twittled. “Nah, Drif, you gotta head to Dad’s. I’ll be there soon, but I wanted to check out the new digs.” She smiled as the droid wooshed off down the street.

She pulled her Warden cloak closer to her body and tapped her wrist top datapad, booting up the local map. She had heard of a cantina that was outside the main capital and not too far from the main Jedi Academy. Maybe she’d be able to mingle with some people from there. She was in her spacer’s clothes, aside from the cloak, her lightsaber up under the cloak, and her slugthrower was left on the ship. This was a friendly world, but Force be damned if she was going to leave her lightsaber behind.

The slim Mirialan stepped in and pulled the hood back, letting her dark hair flow down her shoulders. Looking around, she saw that there were a few people who seemed to be a bit more mature and some even Jedi, out on a veranda. Trees on the deck, a few chairs, and the sun was a few hours from setting.

Happy hour, that was what the Core worlds did, right? It was civilized. She may her way to the bar and got a shot of Corellian whiskey and … oh, she was getting that look? Hard seltzer? Was that allowed? She tossed an eye to one of the female Jedi who nodded.

Good.

 

[Mirellia]

Happy hour. Now that was an indulging concept, if only they observed it in the capitol building, Mirellia was quite sure tomorrow's ruling on toxic trash disposal could end without a headache or need for xanax. Ah well, that was a problem for tomorrow's Mirellia. Tonight, she was no one but a tipsy girl, dressed down and arm in arm with a childhood friend Aola Shala . While they had walked different paths in life, nothing stopped them ending up right back here-- in an nondescript bar, wearing each other's shoes.

A light laugh caught in Mirellia's throat, carefree comfortable as she leaned closer into Aola's side. A considerable amount of predrinking had gone into the senator before hitting the bar, her cheeks flushed with a warm glow.

"Well she's an off worlder if I ever saw one," Mirellia remarked to Aola. Not that that meant much. One look at the twilek in her arms and a glance around the space showed the bar was known for its diversity. Mirellia watched Kaia Starchaser settle in, her gaze alight as the woman reeked of her discomfort.

One didn't have to be blessed with the force to read people.

A brow raised as she watched the ordered shot be slid before the Mirialan. Mira crinkled her nose. "And with horrible taste, bah! We must help her."

 

[Aola Shala]

Aola had been such a scared young girl when she for the first time let Mirellia take her out to have a fun night. Aola remembered her stressful and paranoia of getting taken by the Hutt's goons she escaped from. But as time went by Aola opened up more and more and the two girls bonded as if they had grown up together, which in a sense they had after Aola was taken in by Mirellia's family for a couple of years.

Aola can't believe her childhood friend got her into dressing up, and yet here she was, tipsy from pre-drinking with her friend and now heading for a bar Mirellia knew. Arm in arm Aola giggled and laughed from a joke her friend had told, feeling the warmth spreading and warming up her cheeks. Upon the arrival of the bar, Aola looked in the direction of who Mirellia talked about, "Haha, she looks like you when you have to listen to those boring politicians Mire" laughed Aola, remembering when her friend had to debate principals with a stubborn politician snob.

"Oh kriff!" Cursed the young Twi'lek without care, earning her and her friend a couple of stares from some of the other patrons. "Hiiii" said Aola cheerfully tipsy to the Mirialan as she hopped up a bar chair left of Kaia Starchaser "you look like you are in need of some fun time! Why the long face?" remarked the blue Twi'lek girl with an adorable grin.

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

One of the nice things about the Outer Planets? She didn’t really have any responsibilities. Help the lost spacer, fight some pirates, help smugglers get from point A to B is what she chose do it, but it wasn’t put upon her shoulders. Still, it was a job, didn’t pay well, but her father’s… her company, well that helped pay the bills. There was a lot of money in running charters, exploring hyperspace routes, and mining ores and other resources that her little fleet could find. It helped keep her and her family afloat. She wasn’t very comfortable on planets in the first place, even less so on more developed worlds, like the Colonies or the Core. But Commenor felt not too unlike Corellia, which was where she was most familiar with. Still, she was hoping to blend in, but that look.

Right, apparently women didn’t drink hard liquor in the core? That was why the hard seltzer, she saw some holoflick or another where classy women were drinking that. Still, the drink came and she heard the pair watching her, one who seemed like she might actually be Kaia’s kind of person… Twi’lek, whatever. As she came over, all bubbly, Kaia had time to get her hand around the shotglass of whiskey.

“Not a long face, just a long flight in.” She tried to smile, it felt a bit forced, but Kaia wasn’t used to someone so bubbly. “But I could really do with some fun.” That was what was expected, right? She glanced to her whiskey the back to the pair. "What do you have in mind?"

Mirellia Aola Shala

 

[Kiegan Lysle]

And with another slam of glass to the the table and one loud grunt after a face of disgust, the last of the shots were down Kiegan's gullet. The rest of the boys all having tapped out earlier than he did. Gamblers always underestimated a Jedi's constitution and it always made for an easy few bucks, enough for Kiegan to get a few more. But even he was starting to feel the effects of the drink, a warm feeling taking him over.

With a sight of six good looking girl's sat near the bar, Kiegan suddenly didn't care too much about winning more credits.

He adjusted the cardigan over his outfit as he walked towards the bar, pushing his curly hair behind his ears as he approached.

"TENDER!" The drunkenness fortunately didn't ring out in the Hapan's voice, but perhaps some of his light swaying made it a bit transparent. "You have si-..." His voice catching as he realized that it was three pairs of twins instead, taking a second to realign the clones. "Three beautiful girls right here, and none of them have drinks. For shame."

The alien didn't regard the curly blonde as much as the credit stick the boy put on the table.

"Let me guess..." An exaggerated stare at all the girls with a smirk on his mouth. "Bespin Fizz..." Pointing towards bright blue, easy on the eyes, Twi'Lek. "Corellian Ale.." For the hot Mirialan with the tattoos. "And then lastly Merenzane Gold!" For the gorgeous human girl.

His hands clapped together, no way he didn't nail the drink choices. A beer as always for Kiegan.

"So ladies, how are you all tonight?"

TAGS | Kaia Starchaser // Aola Shala // Mirellia

 

[Tarish Galland]

Tarish quietly walked into the bar, a formal outfit in darker colors. Eyes darted this way and that before settling on the bar. A small group was speaking with each other, three ladies and a male that he kept his gaze on as he passed through the area. Once reaching the bar however, he stopped paying attention for a brief moment, flashing a half smile before asking for his drink.

"Bespin Bourbon, dark roast coffee." He asked, intending to turn around as the tender gave him the 'really?' look. "What? No-Oh you do-Oh yeah, I'll wait. Thank you." Tarish finally turned once more to watch the group, watching for discomfort from the trio as the male that had interjected made himself very plainly known. Tarish stopped himself at the thought, shaking his head before idly watching the rest of the crowd.

He didn't have to protect them, they looked more than able to handle themselves. At least two of them did anyway. His senses opened up, peering at them all with careful attention to the man as he took a measure of how drunk he was. Well buzzed, not yet belligerent. A frown crossed his features before his brow released the furrow it had made when the coffee bourbon came round.

A warm thanks, and his hand full of drink had him shuffling to a table, only one away from the group of ladies before taking a sip of his drink. He sat with practiced grace, a slide more like than actually sitting as he placed the drink down and let it cool.

Kaia Starchaser Aola Shala Mirellia Kiegan Lysle

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Trextan wore nothing that was even worth describing. He hadn't dressed up to go out for a very long time. Trextan Voidstalker sat in the corner of the room nursing his third beer and considering that he might have chosen the wrong bar for a stop off.

He engaged in a spot of people watching, whilst trying not to be too obvious about it. The young man was like a shark after blood, straight to the bar after the newcomers to order them drinks.

The young mirialan was clearly a spacer. The other two girls local businesswomen perhaps. Trextan didn't realise than the spacer's father was a war hero from the Alliance. One who had actually been there with his own father, Jacen, to get it starting.

 

[Mirellia]

Mirellia gave a lazy grin as the bar erupted in activity, the chaos was a beautiful thing to the half buzzed girl popping peanuts in her mouth like crack.

"Yeah, we could do with more fun," she called out, to Kaia Starchaser and Kiegan Lysle both. Her strap slid down her shoulder, exposing a freckled collarbone that would send Senator Cowlman tsking. He wasn't here. She let it hang, holding up a finger for the tender to catch her order. It was just then that Trextan Voidstalker came barreling through, killing the pleasant atmosphere with his scowl-- and stealing the bar tender's attention to boot!

How rude.

She straightened, primly giving him an "Ah-hem. I'm not sure where you're from, but here in the core we do not cut. I believe this means you owe me a drink." Despite her harsh words, her eyes twinkled in mirth. "Or perhaps grab the first round and join us," she countered, her voice raising for the others to catch. She winked at him, then regarded the others.

"Oh hell, we need a table for this!"

 

[Aola Shala]

Just as Aola was about to suggest what they should do, somebody interrupted their little moment. Turning around to face the intruder to their threesome conversation, but instead, she was met with this really handsome man and he even delivers cocktails! And he even managed to guess their drinks!

Turning back to look Mirellia, releasing a tipsy giggle, "Mire, why didn't you say, this place had handsome men giving us drinks for free? This place is awesome!" grinned the light blue Twi'lek, not caring if anyone heard her. "Yes! We need a table" agreed Aola, taking a big sip from her colourful drink. Jumping off her stool, she almost tipped over but managed to catch herself and not spill the liquid in her cocktail.

Leaning by Kaia's side, she placed her feminine hands on the Mirialan's elbow and started to pull her off her barstool and onto the floor to follow Aola, "time to fire some energy back into you girl! Mire, I got a table, you get the drinks" said the Twi'lek and guided Kaia along. Aola turned to Kiegan and grabbed his hand, "you're coming too, handsome" told Aola, Kiegan and grabbed him by his hand as she led both people over to a free table.

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

There were… a lot of people here. Kaia Starchaser was not really surprised, it being a world in the Colonies, but still, more than she suspected. Maybe it was all that time spent at spacer bars, and really, she knew she was of good genes, look at her. Kaia was not the one to date, she liked to travel and disappear too much, so it was kind of a one and done, companionship for an evening. She didn’t get bothered by what kind of being they were, as long as they were good looking. But here? It was a feeding ground, and maybe it was just the air in the Colonies, or because she was on a planet where people seemed to live and not just passing through and getting stuck for a number of weeks or months.

And at least two of them knew each other. And more were coming over by the minute. Smiling as she was given a drink prediction by the blonde… why was a boy blonde… did he dye it? No matter, she was actually pleased he was thinking ale for her, and not some … hard seltzer? Was that stuff even legal? Couldn’t be. But well, this one guessed her home planet drink, so points for that. “I’m well, and ale was a good guess.” She grinned at him, her teeth shining against her pale green skin.

But as they were all guessing drinks and… she was getting lost in the whirlwind that was the conversation, she felt a nudge from the man who was coming over from the corner of the room… He looked familiar, or felt familiar. She squinted her eyes at Trextan Voidstalker before having her attention grabbed y the exposed collarbone (scandal!) of Mirellia. She was a pretty girl, all of the people here were pretty. But what kind of made her head spin was when a blue hand grabbed her…

Did people come pre-drunk in the Colonies? She almost stumbled out of the seat. She had made sure her cloak was in the coat room before entering, but that still left quite a few layers on. As she got to the table, she made sure she took her jacket off, a black tanktop underneath, her lightsaber secure in the jacket. Two could play at that game Mirellia.

“So what do you guys do here in the Colonies, like for fun?” She will not talk about work, she will not talk about work, she will not talk about work.

Mirellia
Aola Shala
Tarish Galland
Kiegan Lysle

 

[Kiegan Lysle]

A loosened shoulder strap was all that the Hapan needed to pull his focus almost entirely to Mirellia, a dumb grin sliding onto his face as she looked over her shoulder to him. It was all the invitation that Kiegan needed to make himself a bit more comfortable with the ladies, leaning in towards the more regal looking of the three women. His attention was an easy thing to grab when you looked like she did.

"Need some help there?"

Positioning himself on the opposite side of her exposed shoulder, a hand rested near the strap not bringing it back up. As much of a gentleman as Kiegan was, truth be told he would rather the noble ask him help her take it off then raise it back up. A quick look and bite of his lip would hopefully get the message the Hapan was trying to give her across, that was until the blue Twi'Lek and Mirialin stole Kiegan's attention away. It was something easily taken, but his arm rested on MIre.

"Let me see how many more things I can guess about you." An arrogant wink hopefully left the Mirialin blushing, Kiegan liked to imagine himself as very smooth. "Who said they're free?" The smile made it's way over to the Twi'Lek, hoping for a similar reaction.

As the human pair were pulled along by Aola Shala, Kiegan moved his hand down to Mirellia's waist to help guide her a little easier. Plus it helped him hold her a little closer, almost instinctively as the room started spinning again. With a shrug and a smirk to the girl, he quickly pulled her out in front of their merry little group as he offered his services.

"I'm a usual, just follow me and don't sweat it!" The hand that Aola was holding onto quickly repositioned her own onto the front of his collar, the position of it just so happened to be against his chest. "Hold on." A wink to the Twi'Lek as he laid her hand flat on his well-toned chest.

The force made it a tad easier to shove through the crowds, a few tables were plenty big enough to accomodate the entire group.

But where was the fun in that.

Instead Kiegan guided the group to a somewhat smaller table, a booth resting against the wall.

"Damn, what a shame." The tone of his voice not hiding his intentions whatsoever as he addressed the human girl he held in his arm. "Looks like we might have to share a seat."

As Kiegan took a seat in the booth, he made an obvious prat fall into the booth, bringing Mirellia into his lap and chest as he chuckled to himself. If the Twi'Lek was still holding onto his shirt, she might find herself mixed up with them. After more laughter he turned to address Kaia Starchaser as she asked what they did out in the colony for fun.

"Good Question, but I'm not sure I can answer it yet." His eyes looked up and down the Mirialin as she addressed him, lingering a bit longer than socially appropriate when she took off everything but her undershirt. "I feel like I might screw myself over if I tell you too soon." The Elder Lysle was a rather obvious man.

 

[Merlin deWinter]

It had been a busy few days that still felt completely like he hadn't woken up from a dream. Or a nightmare. Probably both.
Merlin only felt 27. His age. But being put to damnable sleep for 800 years - what did that make him then? Things still felt like he was in a virtual world playing someone elses twisted game, which at times made no sense when you were trying to look for factors that logic could understand.

Waking up to find his company gone, his jedi order gone, his friends and most of his family gone. Marc, the man he had begun developing real feelings for, gone. Dead for hundreds of years.
There had been a small cache of hidden valuables by sheer luck and this was enough to buy him a ship to live in with enough to start off. Right at the beginning - at least that's how it felt. The jedi that once was now gone and the galaxy had changed... changed so much. He knew so little about this new galaxy and who the frack was going to believe him if he told someone he was born over 800 years ago?

In short - things were heavy and there was so much his mind still had difficulty accepting. He needed a drink and he needed to forget for a while. Plus perhaps just listening to the locals around here might be worth the time to pick up some interesting news. Its not like he didn't have time. Time - hah.

He chuckled to himself darkly as he ordered a Correllian ale, paid with the credits from a bank account he opened with the remaining profit he'd managed to get from the cache, and when the drink came took a sip as he sat back in the chair. His eyes betrayed who his family was by it's slight glow but he wondered if the deWinters were even a huge power as they once were these days. It would be quite nice if that were not the case.

 

[Tarish Galland]

Tarish had taken a sip when his hand darted out in a natural reaction to stop the Twi'lek(Aola Shala) from falling over his table. His senses had sprung at the dip she took. Dearly misplaced as she caught herself and continued on her path. His hand withdrew, his eyes following the group as he watched the blond( Kiegan Lysle ) make a move. His teeth ground, wondering if his senses were failing his initial findings.

He aided the little group using his rather lackluster force abilities to ensure that the inebriated male wasn't bumping too many people. When they reached the table, he stood, holding his own drink and standing beside the freckled woman(Mirellia) and offered a hand. A pair more like as he slammed the last of his drink and placed it on the bar.

"You lead the way, I'll carry the drinks. Sound like a plan?" He offered with a small gusty breath, before his eyes moved to hers. He was going to be nice and not let the girl attempt the gauntlet of people on her own. At least that was the intent.

Mirellia
Aola Shala
Kaia Starchaser
Kiegan Lysle
Merlin deWinter
Trextan Voidstalker

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Trextan had never been a particularly social man. His father had left when he was young, then when the Sith had taken Coruscant he had been drawn into their ranks. The training had been brutal. All to use him as a weapon against his own father. Then there had been war until the Alliance collapsed and he escaped with Choli. Not much time for socialising.

"Drinks...right..."

Before he could even open his mouth to order they had departed. A young man with curly hair making a rather obvious move on the girl who had manoeuvred him into buying.

"Just, erm, a few beers and whatever they were drinking before?"

"I don't know what they had before," the bartender replied. He almost looked sorry for Trextan. "Shots?"

"Shots," Trextan agreed with a shrug. Took a tray of shot glasses filled with burning orange liquid back to the table where the chaos had been directed. He set it down on the table and stood awkwardly beside it.

 

[Mirellia]

Mira flashed Kiegan Lysle a grin, eye contact held for the moment it took for him to adjust her strap. And then chaos broke out, cutting off her chance for a cheeky response as her table suggestion was taken to heart with energy she approved of.

"To a table then!" She declared, Her hands reached for others with a sense of comfortable familiarity, an encouraging touch or gesture beckoning the group of once-was strangers to a large round table. But oh no! They were short a chair.

She giggled as the blonde boy offered the green girl his lap as a solution. "I'll be right back," she mouthed to Aola Shala , a warm wink being leveled at her friend as she turned back for the bar.

She twirled around Trextan Voidstalker as he arrived, narrowly avoiding the tray of shots he had brought to the group. Oh! Shots. She swiped one up, tossing it back and saying through the rasp of her voice, "Thanks Sugar." The shot glass was dropped back to the tray and the woman went gliding away with grace one shouldn't rightly have while buzzed in a pair of heels.



She converged on the chair besides Merlin deWinter , smelling of liquor and lavender shampoo as her hair fell from its bun and unraveled over her shoulder. "Oof," she complained, holding onto the back as she spat a strand from her mouth. She looked sideways to Merlin, her eyes lighting up in an 'ohai'.

"You using this?"

 

[Aola Shala]

Kiegan comment gave the Twi'lek girl a glint in her eyes, followed by biting her lower lip as a response. Feeling her hand being repositioned, she automatically followed pressing her body against the daring and charming human. Kiegan would suddenly feel Aola's lekkus caressing his jawline and neck as both her lekkus seductively slithered their way around his neck, shoulder in a sort of embrace. Aola would have responded to her friend, had Kiegan not repositioned the Twi'lek girl in a manner so she couldn't see Mirellia mouthed her response to Aola.

Aola had completely shoved out everyone else in their path from her mind, as Kiegan now led her and the Kaia girl, than Aola leading the two. "I bed you are handsome" purred Aola into Kiegan Lysle 's ear ever so subtle nipping his earlobe, before she felt the sudden pull when Kiegan had the bright idea of just planting his ass into a booth. Releasing a short yelp as she for just a moment thought she would fall, but instead landed onto Kaia lap.

Blinking a bit, she looked confused for half a second, but quickly realized where she was and looked at Kaia with a grin, wrapping her arms around the Mirialan's neck. Locking eyes with Kaia, fluttering her eyelids "I guess this is one way to find a table" commented the blue Twi'lek, moving her focus from what previously had been on Kiegan, onto Kaia Starchaser .

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

Kaia definitely was not mentally prepared for such an excited bunch here on a Colony world. Commenor was nice, peaceful so far, Silver Jedi world, but still, the group she fell in with? How old were they all? Did Commenor have a legal drinking age? Had to, if not a legal attention space. Maybe it was all about her being on the edge of the galaxy for so long, but the Mirialan was just doing her best to pay attention to everything in case something was important.

As Kiegan Lysle spoke and tried to guess more, she didn’t quite blush but she did roll her eyes. She may not be the best to hang around a group and understand all their references, but she knew more than to just roll over for a guy like him. He needed to bring more to the party. As he continued to press his offensive on … what, her face? Maybe? She just laughed.

“Keep hoping, blondie.” That had come with a rather wide teasing smile.

Her eyes watched as Trextan was coming over, with shots. He really did look familiar, had she run across him at time or another? But… shots.

She’d have to be patient because the next thing she knew, she was suddenly holding a very blue, and presumably, very drunk Twi’lek. Kaia couldn’t help but smile because Aola Shala was very pretty, but it was so unexpected. “Right? And I think everyone else is either noticing us too, so, maybe even more drinks will show up!” She said, mostly teasing the Twi’lek’s playful demeanor.

 

[Merlin deWinter]

"You using this?"

The voice came from the side and he turned to look at the woman who'd spoken. She seemed to indicate to the chair, coming from the large group of people were getting into their drinks for a rowdy evening. Lightsiders. His own eyes looked up in interest. People who he might learn a little more from - which meant trying to pretend to be sociable at least. He put on his diplomatic training mental around and forced himself to appear a little more approachable. Giving her a smile that somehow still didn't quite reach the shadows of the last few days he gestured to the chair.

Merlin nodded to the group and looked curious, the kind of curious a newcomer to a new place had, who might want to get to know others around. The look that seemed to be an acceptable social cue to be invited over to somewhere - for information or otherwise. "No-ones using the chair. Seems to me you might need it more than I do." Merlin allowed his force signature to be less guarded, his eyes glowing a little brighter as he took a sip of the correllian ale in his hand and he nodded to towards the loud group at the bar. "Having a good night?"

 

[Kiegan Lysle]

"Shots!" A finger pointed towards Trextan Voidstalker as the younger man produced a tray of colourful drinks, the hopeful dream of alcohol poisoning become evermore realistic for the Hapan. "I appreciate you, guy."

A hand would pluck up three of the small glasses, producing one for Kaia Starchaser and Aola Shala while he nicked his own. Slamming it on the table, Kiegan threw the drink back into his gullet. Twisting his head in a short face of discomfort, Kiegan let out a loud exhale, not exactly caring for the taste of the harder liquor. Still, couldn't argue about the effectiveness of such a drink.

"Rebellions are built on hope." A smartass twist on an old quote was paired with a toothy smile to respond to the Mirialan, strands of hair loosening from Kiegan's bun now covering his face. Blowing them out of the way with his mouth seemed to only fix the problem momentarily, but was something he attempted more than a few times before brushing it back.

As Kiegan's mind returned for a second, he looked around the table once again to notice the human girl, Mirellia, was no longer with them. An exaggerated sad face legitimately took it's place on Kiegan's face before the two girls beside him took his attention once again. "Well don't forget about your man Kiegan, for drinks or otherwise." A smirk returning to his face before the bottle of beer did.

Merlin deWinter

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

A lot was going on here all of a sudden. At first Trextan was certain he must have been swept up in some social circle. Then it became clear everyone was still making introductions. Not in any way he was used to making introductions. Except, he supposed, for when he had seen the pilots of Rogue Squadron at their worst.

"Thanks its..." Trextan started to say to Kiegan but he was already making a toast and slamming the shot down. With a shrug Trextan drank his. It burned all the way down. After a moment's hesitation he placed the tray on the head of a passing service droid.

He didn't miss the look from the mirialan. Did they know each other? Before he could post the question the exceptionally friendly twilek was between them.

"I'm going to get another beer," he said to no one in particular.