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[herostanding]

"Wait, what?"

That's a twenty-one year old Jacen Solo at the bar, squinting at a piece of flimsi in his hand. He so hasn't been here enough times to have ordered that much caf.

"Has Jaina been putting things on my tab?

"Oh. Wait, this wasn't Anakin, was it? That would be weird.

"Well, how the heck do I even have a tab, then? I've paid with

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[mandercommander]

"Tab trouble as well?" Bonzo inquires. He's got a new wristwatch-like device on, but other than that he looks much the same as always.

[herostanding]

It's those whiny Skywalker genes making one of their rare appearances. The amount is well within budget for the son of a former princess, even one who spent part of the last five years legally dead. He's already grudgingly opening his wallet to pull out a credcard.

"Well, I can cover it," Jacen admits, and shrugs as he looks over at Bonzo. "It's just confusing, you know?"

[mandercommander]

"Oh?" Bonzo pauses for a moment while he tries to take a stab at what's so confusing. "You don't recall ordering all of those drinks?"

[herostanding]

"I don't even drink caf!"

Jacen gestures helplessly at Bar with his credcard before depositing it on her surface. It disappears for a moment, then returns with a receipt.

"Well, sometimes on the Falcon. But there's even brandy on this. I've definitely never ordered brandy. Hells, I only just turned twenty-one about a month ago."

[no_saber]

"Please, may I have a mug of hot chav?" A young Twi'lek woman asks the bar a few barstools down, passing over one of the Republic creds she keeps on her person for emergencies.

Never mind that while at the Temple emergencies usually come in the form of 'help help I need sweets to stay awake during 'History of Mathratch Minor' and I forgot to pack some'. They're still emergencies.

[herostanding]

Jacen smiles at the familiar drink name, and glances over.

--o hay, he's never seen a Twi'lek here before. He was starting to think the place was vaguely species-ist.

"Don't see that around much these days," he notes, while the mun extrapolates from Wookieepedia and makes shavit up on the spot. "What with the Vong-forming and all. Guess the Bar is resourceful though, huh?"

[no_saber]

As her drink materializes on the Bar's surface, she looks back at him, and to those who can sense it, her sudden pull on the Force in a reflexive search for information is as bright and as sudden as a pulsar star, and gone just as suddenly down to the background pulse of a trained Force adept.

"I am sorry," She replies, in a Coruscant upper-level accent, "I don't believe I know what the... Vong-forming? are. Is?" She asks, wondering if her Master is going to be rather annoyed at her for not reading up on current events when she gets home.