Downtime in the Echo Bar...
It wasn't often the Echo Bar was busy. People passed through briefly, never staying long before they were called away on a mission of some kind – but tonight it felt like everyone had been given the evening off for good behavior. That in mind, they were of course going to use the time to be as bad as they could. Around one table, a group of pilots gathered, watching with silent grins as one of the new recruits tried to down a yard of Corellian ale.
“Come on, Flipper.. you can do it!” someone called out, though seconds later Flippers throat closed up and what was left of the yard came sluicing out over him. Coughing and spluttering, he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth as a near-unanimous 'boooooo' of disapproval went through the ranks. Slapping Flipper on the back – triggering another coughing fit – Jamo looked to the others with a grin.
“Better luck next time, Flipper... now, who's next?”