Good thing it still runs good." He said, handing me my credits for the week. Should probably have enough for that old BARC speeder you've been eyeing for a while.
"I know, I know! No need to shout it." Old Jho responded from behind the counter, gesturing for me to come closer. "Hey! Old man! I'm clocking out!" I shouted over towards the old Ithorian. Bar's closing." I said to myself, grunting slightly and pressing a button on the nearby sign, turning it off which signaled the bar was on officially closed for the day. It was all about measurement and experimentation. Sadly, there aren't too many Earth-related or adjacent foods out there, and I had to rely on sampling the goods to get the same result, but with different outcomes sometimes. Of course, I was happy to oblige, playing into the humble roll of the mixologist. The problem of learning actual bartending skills is that everyone wants to get a sip of the flavors you make. Can't stand 'em." I muttered under my breath, frowning a bit. "Maybe I can get Old Jho to do something about the barflies here. Phew." I blew out a breath, cracking my neck with a grunt of exertion. "Huh, just might have just enough for that today." I said to myself, holding the golden bar of Imperial Credits in my hand and smiling, giving them a shake. Now, until then." He said, tipping his cap and leaving the bar. If you ever decide to leave this dump, come work for us. You would make for a fine bartender onboard an Imperial station. "Money is of no concern to me, young man. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a bar of credits and handed it to me. "Well then, I will look forward to it." The Imperial officer replied, standing up and nodding at me. I couldn't exactly let them go too far our, they keep most of the towns and villages secure with their patrols. No matter, so long as the Empire stays away from the mountains, I should be relatively safe and secure. found myself at originally here on Lothal. I had to walk a fair bit away from where I. Make enough money to buy myself a speeder. Yeesh, I may be a bit rusty on my cocktail game, but I've gotta make the best of what I've got. Be sure to bring your friends to help try them out someday!" I said in a cheerful tone, being actually excited about this little titbit. "But don't worry, I spoke to the owner about ordering some Corellian Brandy for some upcoming cocktails I've been experimenting with. I then turned my head towards the clock, seeing that my shift was nearly over. Apples are more good for cider or more crispier drinks." I explained. Jogan fruit are known for their tartness and the ability to pair well with salt. "Is there perhaps a chance that some other ingredients could be substituted? I heard apples have quite the bite to them." He suggested. quite unfortunate." The Imperial officer, a lieutenant, nodded. I can only spare the few fresh samples we have for Imperial officers or those who have the money for them." I said with a sad tone, sighing slightly to emphasize the half-truth. I am sad to inform you that do to Imperial taxation on the orchards, we will not have enough to meet demand. The Jogan fruit here are all locally sourced from some of the nearby orchards." I stated with a smile, remembering my manners and acting skills. Marvelous." He said, taking another, more finer sip from the glass. "Erm! Excuse me, it seems I underestimated the gassiness of the drink. "Ah! Thank you!" The Imperial officer thanked profusely, taking a sip of the beverage and letting out a loud burp. "Order's up! Here's the Old Jho's special!" I exclaimed, carrying the drink towards the Imperial officer. Grabbing a small spoon, I began to mix the drink, using one of the slices of fruit for garnish before coating the rib with a small bit of juice, adding salt. I grabbed some Jogan fruits, slicing them cleanly with my knife and took another one, squeezing them of their tart juice. I grabbed a bottle of the bioluminescent blue alcohol, feeling the chill from pulling it from the fridge. "Coming right up!" I shouted back, returning to the bar and preparing my ingredients. "Oi! Gimme another Spotchka Sunrise!" A man sporting an Imperial officer uniform shouted at me, as I gave him a small smile. Not to mention a very familiar job occupation for me, seeing I worked at once for a few years. Still, I had to make money somehow, and working at the local bar always helped. However, I learned to suppress my shock and surprise whenever an alien were to show up. Around me, sat various aliens and creatures that I once thought were fiction. I breathed a small sigh from my lips, wiping away at the glass cups and ceramic dishes.
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