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[majorinyri]

Inyri's in the bar, a cigarette dangling from her fingers as she scrolls down on a datapad she's got dangling from her hands.

(She doesn't look well. Don't you think she looks tired?)

But she's botherable, as long as you don't take her cigarette away.

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[last_talon]

A couple concerned hands come to rest on her shoulders. "You look exhausted. Everything okay?"

What his tone doesn't convey is how happy he is to see her.

[majorinyri]

She starts under his hands, and cranes her neck to look at him. "Myn. Hi."

One hand goes to one on her shoulder as the other flicks ash off the cigarette. "I'm just...tired."

[last_talon]

He chuckles. "Hate to say this, but... you look it." He rubs her shoulders gently, a mild smirk on his face to cover his own ever-present emotional turmoil.

[majorinyri]

"Had a few fights," She murmurs around her cigarette. Her head drops forward slightly, as his hands move across her shoulders. "But that's over now."

It's all over now. She hurts so bad inside.

[corsec_jedi]

"Well, there's a face I haven't seen in a while."

Corran flops down on the barstool next to her. "If you don't mind me saying so, you look terrible. Everything okay?"

[majorinyri]

"I lost my best friend-slash-lover, and I lost my other best friend-slash-lover." Inyri says, flicking ash off. "I think I should stop kriffing my friends."

Hmm.

[corsec_jedi]

And the Jedi facepalms. "That might have been a good plan a couple of months ago, from what it sounds like. Now it sounds more like a necessity." He scratches at an invisible spot at the counter top, then looks back up at Inyri. "I'm guessing Wes is Friend-lover Number One...who's the second?"

[majorinyri]

"Eh, Shalla Nelprin, from Wraith Squadron." Inyri says, sticking the cigarette back in her mouth.