I suppose as long as you like it, it doesn't really matter. [he doesn't really care, honestly. it's a little ridiculous, but that's in the context of his own world.]

[it is definitely a shady place, however empty it is at the moment, but cassian doesn't seem bothered by any of it. he moves with a very practiced and familiar ease, but when he sits down at the bar, he does so in a way that ensures he can still see the door. a habit he assumes is literally never going to die.]

There are still plenty of kinds of alcohol I don't know here, that did not exist in my universe, or that don't have a galaxy away equivalent. Maybe just a beer. What do you like?

[he will get this guy maybe, like, one drink. if he even remembers.]