Pilot post!

[corsec_jedi]

Corran's in a corner booth, sipping at his Whyren's

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[majorinyri]

There's an Inyri Forge wandering over to Myn Donos (she knows him later in his life after all, both Rogue Squadron pilots) with two glasses of Whyren's. "You look like you need it," She says with a smile, dripping the glass off at the table next to him.

She takes the other armchair.

[last_talon]

He looks up--and is somewhat startled by the lovely young woman, but only for a moment before refocusing on the fire. He nods once, and takes the whiskey. "Thanks. Y'might be right."

[majorinyri]

"No problem. I know the face of despair." And boy, does she. She smiles at him, softly. "I'm Inyri."

[last_talon]

He blinks, surprised again. Twice in about a minute--this should be routine to him here, but it's just not. "I'm sorry to hear that." He extends a hand with the slightest of smiles. "Myn. Thanks for the drink."

[callitavesper]

Does Mr. Bond count as a familiar face to Corran? He's in a good enough mood today. For no particular reason. Nope. Just good enough to make him grin more than usual. He remembers enjoying the conversation with Corran when they first spoke, so he has no qualms walking up to the other man's booth.

"Afternoon."

[corsec_jedi]

Corran looks up from absently swirling his Whyren's--and smiles. "James, isn't it? Have a seat, sir." He waves across the booth. "You look like you're in good spirits--good news from Earth?"

[callitavesper]

"In a way," he replies, taking a seat. "We're both from Earth. I suppose that counts, even if we aren't from the same Earth."

[corsec_jedi]

He laughs. "Ah, I see. Love via Bar, where all the most interesting people from every universe congregate. Congrats, and is this anyone I know?"