[He snorts a little when Taako laughs. Juno's learned through some trial and error and relapses that being a wereraccoon means your alcohol intolerance goes, like, through the roof. Unless you're in tiny travel form. Probably a werebear thing, though he never really asked Boone while he was here.

...Huh. He doesn't really talk to too many werebears. Probably also a werebear thing to be loners. Unless it's different for wereraccoons?

Whatever, he doesn't have time to think about this kind of stuff. Right now, he's going to get fucking hammered and forget about the stupid stuff that's been on his mind ever since he woke up. He quirks an eyebrow upwards, glancing sidelong at Taako. At least he doesn't make a total fool of himself by not overreacting.]

Hey, I wouldn't have sent that invite to you otherwise.

[He then gestures towards the bartender--]

Two rocket fuels. Put 'em in the biggest glasses you have.

[The bartender nods, then pulls two tall, curved glasses from under the bar. He turns towards the blender and starts working, his hands a blur as he pours in cream of coconut, rum, amaretto, pineapple juice...you get the idea. While the bartender tends to their drinks, Juno tries to chat Taako up.]

So, like...what...exactly did you do back at home? With, uh, Lup and the gang. I'm pretty sure Lup mentioned a spaceship or something a while back.