There is an Alliance benefit auction and ball tonight.

Leia would be perfectly content to quietly work while the rest of High Command goes off to raise morale for their overstressed and underpaid personnel, but no. General Dodonna has flashed his sad, drooping eyes and said a few words about how Bail would be so happy to see her relax; as a ( Read more... )

Lately, Jedi Jaina Solo hasn't been too fond of tapcafs. It's become impossible for any Jedi to walk inside of one without getting worried looks from the patrons or predatory looks from reporters, both groups just waiting for an incident to happen. Of course, it doesn't help that being Jaina Solo attracts those kriffing journalists for a whole ( Read more... )

Wes briefly considers stepping up on a stool to jump over Bar, but decides there's a subtle yet important difference between looking stupid and breaking bones.

He siiighs and settles for the normal route.

SPECIALS

WHISKEY

It-- it's the only drink he remembers how to spell in English. What? It's got the letters of his name in it...? Wait:

VODKA ( Read more... )

Ben stalks into Milliways in a dirty and rumpled GAG uniform, clearly in a bad mood. Today, he's not just a Jedi apprentice or boy soldier: today, he's a teenager whose parents are being really unfair.

"Ughhh. Caf, please," he mutters to Bar ( Read more... )

It's earliest of hours on Hoth -- that's why the young woman who just entered the bar is still in her Alliance-issued pajamas. Her gaze is fixed to a datapad she juggles in one hand, along with a cup of caf, as she closes the door behind her ( Read more... )

[ Pre-Milliways.So, Leia had been right. The next morning, the distress call came in from Bakura. She was supposed to be recovering from the blaster burn and helping the Ewoks, but Bakura was a planet they couldn't afford not to help ( Read more... )

The front door opens and Leia walks through. She looks around, then shrugs and heads for the bar.

Leia's never liked the feeling of running away.

Perhaps that's why the front door opens tonight and she steps through into the bar once more.

Anakin sits at a table, sketching. Occasionally he crumples up the piece of paper he is working on and starts anew.

(OOC: Mun is v. v. sleep-deprived. If I abruptly die on you, this is why.)

Valentine walks up to the front of the space she has prepared in the corner of the bar. She has no notes, just herself, in a green sweater and long black skirt. There is a determination on her face, and eyes. She looks out over the assembled croud for what she hopes is the only time tonight. Biting her lip at everyone there, she takes a deep breath ( Read more... )