The Wrong Sort of Bar For Normal People, New York City - Saturday Evening

[mouthy_merc]

Oh yes, you could tell it was a proper Marvel bar when people didn't so much as look twice at a guy in a red costume, carrying swords and guns wandered on in. There might have even been a small group at the end of the bar in horrifyingly bright colors that showed off their career choices.

No, not drag performers.

Or actors.

"I think we're supposed to start on beer. Or is it liquor? I'm pretty sure it's beer, though. Just as long as you don't drink anything girly after."

[[For a Skywalker]]

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[sith_happened]

Anakin made a face at him. "I don't drink girly things." Unless Rory ordered them for him. "I like whiskey."

And cocktail umbrellas.

He stretched his legs, feeling a little self-conscious in a pair of jeans and a sweater. "Do you know all of the be-spandexed beings at the bar?" He smiled. "And can we take them all in a fight?"