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Nov 07, 2008 06:05

It's been a weird week.

Well, no -- in a lot of ways it's been the same as every other week for the past couple months: routine patrols, a couple days' excursion rooting out pirates in the Core, irritating Wedge during briefings (usually with Hobbie's assistance), trying to avoid Inyri the whole time...

It's just been a more awkward week than ( Read more... )

oomm?, harris, 'nyri

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little_forge November 7 2008, 17:30:14 UTC
She hadn't known he was going to be here. If she had, she probably wouldn't have gone. But the girls from another squadron asked her to go with and since Inyri's practically the only girl in Rogue Squadron, she accepted.

So far she's found out that when Terri drinks too much, she gets handsy. It doesn't interest Inyri slightly and that bothers her a lot more than she thinks it ought to. "I'm going to go get another drink," She says, loudly, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "I'll be right back."

She heads to the bar, looking down at her ridiculous heels before bumping into someone. "Wes."

Inwardly she sighs, groans, whatever. She should have expected him here, it was the usual bar for them. But she didn't and it made her feel...weird.

"Sorry." She says over the music.

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lookstupid November 7 2008, 18:28:02 UTC
"Ah, sorry--"

He starts to put out his hands to steady whoever he's bumped into, but shoves them in his pockets pretty quickly when he realises it's Inyri. And takes an awkward half-step closer to the bar.

"What're you doing here?"

Beat.

"Wait, that's not what I meant, that was kinda, uh, let me get you a drink or somethin'."

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little_forge November 7 2008, 18:30:56 UTC
"I'm with..." She gestures at the group of girls who are really drunk and cringes. She's never been good with girl friendships. "The girls from Green Squadron..."

Inyri bites down on her lip for a second before shrugging. "Yeah, okay. Uhm. Whiskey's fine. Thanks."

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lookstupid November 7 2008, 18:46:49 UTC
Wes eyes the girls for a moment, then Inyri in mild disbelief. "Seriously?"

(He is trying not to laugh.)

"Sure. Hey," he calls to the bartender, stepping closer and adding his best smile. "Three whiskeys, please. Uh, doubles."

He does not include an order for the woman's comm frequency. Maybe next round when he doesn't have an ex-girlfriend standing right there hogging all the sexual tension.

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