Post by Mr. Slender on Nov 28, 2015 21:35:10 GMT -5
Bax could smell the delicious fried flesh of his meal as it drew near. He nibbled his lip slightly as the droid slid the plate over in front of him, and it was only for politeness sake he didn't start wolfing it down right then. That and the steam bellowing from the sandwich. While things things cooled down to an ingestable level, he found it quite amusing how closely the end product resembled the end product. It was definitely a nice change of pace.
"Alright, just checking. If push comes to shove, I'm sure you'll manage just fine. I was just thinking ahead. With our luck, push comes to shove quite a bit." The junker replied in a playful tone, honestly being dead serious about that last bit though.
Bax inspected the highball glass his sunrise had been delivered in, and was overall pleased with what he saw. The fruit purée that had been added to the top over the moonshine was an electric blue, instead of the traditional orange, but that wasn't anything to raise a fuse over. The quality of the grain alcohol though....
The junker visibly gagged on the first sip, fighting his hardest to deal with the train wreck that hit the back of his throat. He could only discribe the experience as drinking a cup of rusty metal shavings, engine lubricant, and power cell acid.
Bax quickly regained his composure and slid the glass towards the table edge, coming very closely to pushing it over the edge on purpose. "That....was a terrible experience. Good homebrew liquor is unfortunately not one of this place's strong points."
"Alright, just checking. If push comes to shove, I'm sure you'll manage just fine. I was just thinking ahead. With our luck, push comes to shove quite a bit." The junker replied in a playful tone, honestly being dead serious about that last bit though.
Bax inspected the highball glass his sunrise had been delivered in, and was overall pleased with what he saw. The fruit purée that had been added to the top over the moonshine was an electric blue, instead of the traditional orange, but that wasn't anything to raise a fuse over. The quality of the grain alcohol though....
The junker visibly gagged on the first sip, fighting his hardest to deal with the train wreck that hit the back of his throat. He could only discribe the experience as drinking a cup of rusty metal shavings, engine lubricant, and power cell acid.
Bax quickly regained his composure and slid the glass towards the table edge, coming very closely to pushing it over the edge on purpose. "That....was a terrible experience. Good homebrew liquor is unfortunately not one of this place's strong points."
