We deceive or we are deceived, thus we flourish or perish

This past weekend sure had been A Thing, hadn't it? And while nothing had happened to Faye, other than getting stuck with the cutest baby in this or any other galaxy (no, she would not be taking questions), she was a non-crappy enough person to know that that had all probably not been especially easy for Din. Or, rather, that Monday morning and the realization of how many people had seen his beautiful mustache had probably not been easy.

So, Wednesday night found her inviting people over to her apartment. On purpose. Look, stranger things had happened, surely, than Faye actually cleaning up and putting out drinks and snacks for company.

She'd even found some of those straws that Grogu liked, since, you know, this was more for his benefit and Stark's than for Din's. Call her crazy, but she didn't think this past weekend was gonna change much about certain be-helmeted individuals eating in front of other people.

[for an alien, an alien, and that guy who looks kinda like a shiny Boba Fett.]

After tracking the Red Tail to where Faye had parked, it was easy enough to start making the rounds to the local establishments where she might have gone.

Granted, it was absolutely freezing out and literally almost every person on this moon was a hostile criminal, so no one who was approached on the street was much help.

But eventually, they found their way to a bar with pink neon lighting and smoky jazz emanating from within. (Though, notably, the saxophonist was not here.)

( So a Mandalorian and two aliens walk into a bar (well, okay, one is technically carried) )

( In which there is anime blood-coughing and a Stykera doing his thing )

[again with the alphabet parade -- NFB, NFI, love that OOC! Preplayed with the fantastic thedadalorian and stykera, and warning for an NPC death. Adapted, taken apart and Frankensteined back together from Cowboy Bebop Session 13,'Jupiter Jazz Pt. II']