inyri forge - not 17 - star wars - barthing

[mm_kayzie]

Inyri Forge, not seventeen...more like...thirtyahemahem, wanders into the Bar. And thank gods because her kid was about to drive her up a kriffing wall. Not to mention her boyfriend.

She soooo needed a drink.

Hence! Inyri at the Bar, bottle of Whyren's and a glass in front of her. OM NOM.

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[allthenoise]

Now, that--

That is amazing.

Jeran sidles closer (innocently) and smiles at this woman who looks so much like Inyri. (Perhaps it is her mother.)

"What's so awful that it's driving a beautiful woman like yourself to alcoholism?"

[majorinyri]

"I've got a smelly boyfriend." She says quickly, sidling away to match his closer. She knocks back a shot and glances at him.

...what the hell this kid is like ten.

"Aren't you a little young for a bar?"

[allthenoise]

Future Inyri, then.

"No," he says, not hiding his indignation. "But you might be a little old to drink that whole bottle yourself."

Apparently charm is not to be wasted on future Inyri.

[majorinyri]

She snorts. "You old 'nough to drink some? Don't wanna lose my job 'cause I gave some ten year old a drink."

She smirks at him, raising her eyebrows.

[allthenoise]

Whatever.

He taps the bartop and says, "Gimme a glass, Bar," then holds it up with a smirk of his own.

He dares her to argue with him. >(

[majorinyri]

Her fingers grip the neck of the bottle before sighing and setting it between them. "Eh, whatever. Shouldn't get drunk anyway."

She thinks she has to pick Cal up from somewhere today. Eh.

[allthenoise]

"Does not compute," he says as he picks up the bottle and pours himself some whiskey. "It's always a good idea to get drunk."

Srsly.

[majorinyri]

"Wes'd just get pissy I'm drunk without him." She grins around the rim of her glass. "And Cal would go all whiny. It's almost not worth it."

Whiny kids are detrimental to drunkness!

[allthenoise]

"You're still with him?"

Jeran is grudgingly impressed.

He downs his shot in one go and pours himself another before putting the bottle down.

With a shrug: "Sleep it off here. Time stops, right? They'd never know."

[majorinyri]

"Nah, I'd miss my kid too m--" Inyri breaks off. "Wait. Still with him? Who're you?"

[allthenoise]

He smirks.

"Your stalker. Obviously not a very successful one, though."

[majorinyri]

"Right, kid." Her eyes are narrowed at him now as she drinks more of the whiskey. "What's your name?"

[allthenoise]

To give a fake name, or not to give a fake name?

"Jeran Harris," he says with a shrug; fake names are overrated. "It's okay, I know I'm not very memorable."

[majorinyri]

"Kid, I've never seen you before in my life." She wrinkles her nose. "You're cute, I'd remember."

Inyri taps his nose before grabbing her drink again. "I'll jus' say kriffin' Milliways and be done with it."

[allthenoise]

He grins, oddly pleased. At least she isn't punching him. "I'm more than just cute."

He raises his glass to this toast.

"Kriffin' Milliways. 's about right."

(Possibly it should be noted that he is, of course, Plotting. But it's vague Plotting that he doesn't expect will amount to anything.)

[majorinyri]

(Of course he is...and if Inyri were younger, stupider and kidless, she'd go for just 'bout anything~)

Inyri clinks her glass against his. "So...do I want to know how you think you know me? Or should I just hum loudly and continue to live in my own happy little world?"