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[organicmeatbag]

Revan. Booth. Whiskey.

Botherable.

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[jedi_exile]

He is bothered! By a girl who STEALS HIS WHISKEY.

[organicmeatbag]

She is so sleeping on the couch for that!

He frowns at her.

[jedi_exile]

What couch? There's only an armchair!

She waggles her eyebrows at him as she sips at it. Then puts it down and slides into the booth next to him.

[organicmeatbag]

She can push two of the armchairs together.

He continues to frown at her. He was very much enjoying that whiskey and she stole it from him.

[jedipilot]

The best thing about whiskey is watching it spill alllll ooooover the table.

Cause it smells like Daddy.

Thinks the five year old using the Force to knock it over while clutching a purple furby in one hand and a multitool in another.

[organicmeatbag]

Now, see, normally Revan would set the glass up right with the Force and glower at the person who knocked it over. Except this time the person is a little girl and -

No, wait. He glowers. He very much glowers at the little girl because that was good whiskey and now it is in his lap.

[jedipilot]

Jaina giggles, because she gets glowers from those stuffy Senators all the time - whenever she and Jasa interrrupt Mama at work. Especially kriffing Fey'la.

He's a meanie.

In fact:

"You look like a Bothan!"

[organicmeatbag]

That makes Revan raise an eyebrow. "Yeah, well, you look like a Gizka."

[stuck_mynock]

"I hear you're taking back the Hawk."

Let's not bother with greetings. They're just silly.

Instead, let's just sit down in the booth without asking.

[organicmeatbag]

"In five years I am."

Said very cheerfully.

[stuck_mynock]

"Right. This mean I'm going to be out of a job?"

[organicmeatbag]

"Depends on if I fail at wrangling Carth into flying it again or how well you fly. You'll have to go through a series of interviews. Some combat simulations too to see how well you handle fighting. Maybe one or two exams as well."