The Tipsy Mynock Cantina, Naboo [evening]

[momslilassassin]

It took some work to find a semi-seedy place to drink in tourist-friendly Naboo, but Ben and Tony kept looking until they could find someplace that would fit Ben's admittedly skinny wallet.

"I'll have a Fogblaster," Ben told the droid who popped out of the center of their table to take their drinks after giving them a minute to look over the greasy piece of flimsi that passed for a menu. "Tony?"

[OOC: For his partner in drunken escapades! NFB due to distance.]

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[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Uh..." At least he had a chance of knowing what was in his drink back home. Or looking it up on his phone like the nerd he was before ordering. "The Reactor Core (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Reactor_Core_%28drink%29)?"

[momslilassassin]

"Probably a wise choice," Ben said, grinning. "It'll raise your immunity around here."

He didn't mention how bad it would taste.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Because he was a horrible Jedi.

"Seriously?" Tony asked, squinting at the menu more closely. "I'm pretty sure the drinks back home only raise your immunity to thinking clearly."

[momslilassassin]

"Well, this one stops you from getting poisoned," Ben said. "Smugglers love it."

He grinned a little sheepishly. "Welcome to my galaxy?"

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"I'm on another planet here," Tony replied. "This is beyond awesome."

[momslilassassin]

Their drinks arrived and Ben held his out to clink against Tony's. "In that case, welcome to Naboo."

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Clinking his drink back, Tony grinned. Then took a sip.

"...I think my tongue just quit," he wheezed.

[momslilassassin]

"You'll get used to it," Ben said, nodding. "You'll be ordering a Elshandruu Pica Thundercloud in no time."

Don't drink that, Tony.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Tony shot him a look that was distinctly distrustful. "Does that also taste like motor oil?"

[momslilassassin]

"I don't know," Ben said. "I've never ordered one."

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Reassuring! "I'm only ordering what you order now," Tony informed him, attempting another sip. "Ugh, that's worse on the second go."

[momslilassassin]

"Try plugging your nose," Ben recommended, sipping from his drink. "Aunt Leia hates what I'm drinking, too."

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"...trade?" Take pity, Ben!

[momslilassassin]

"Fiiiine," Ben said, pretending to be long-suffering as he swapped drinks.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"You'll get all those immunities you were talking about," Tony reminded him. "And the inability to taste anything ever again."

[momslilassassin]

"It's not that bad," Ben insisted, taking a gulp and making a little face.

It was, but he wasn't going to admit it.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"We could order more," Tony offered, taking a sip of his new drink. Ah, much better.

[momslilassassin]

"Oh, definitely," Ben said. "The dancing girls'll start in a few minutes. We won't want to miss that."

Mmm, girls who don't want to kill him. What a nice change.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Dancing girls?" Oh god, Ben. They were doomed without Ender there to keep them out of trouble. "Seriously?"

A beat.

"Stephanie can never know about this."

[momslilassassin]

"Of course not!" Ben promised, finishing his drink with a slight cough and ordering two Sarlacc Kickers. "Besides, this is totally cultural. They wear clothes and stuff."

Just not a lot of them.

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Tony knocked his drink back in a horrible attempt to keep up. "Like ballet!"

Sexy, sexy ballet.

[momslilassassin]

"More like modern dance," Ben tried. "Not that I watch a lot of modern dance."

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Are you sure?"

[momslilassassin]

"Pretty sure," Ben said as their drinks arrived and the lights on the stage came up. "Oooh, Twi'leks. They're bendy."

Yes, Tony, he remembered the voicemails.

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Tony coughed, choking on his new drink. "Yeah, sorry... about... those..."

A beat.

"Wow."