wes janson - star wars - bar.

[mm_djcati]

Wes is pretty startled when he walks through the door and gets a magic bar instead of his bedroom. It's been a while, for him.

Not a long while, though -- his hair's a little shorter, a little neater, but it's the only difference -- and he smiles brightly after a few seconds and heads towards the Bar.

A smoothie and some cookies. That's what he

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[little_forge]

The door disappeared after Zekka was taken.

She watched it fade away. It frightened her...it was her future, gone. Because the Hannibals had taken Zekka and killed him. Or tortured him...probably resulting in his death. She'd stayed upstairs for a few days after that.

Only, even Inyri needs to eat after so many days of living off cigarettes. And she got tired of idly staring at the nail marks across her stomach. She showered, she brushed her teeth, made herself look presentable.

And then she proceeded to nearly eat her weight in the most random food the waitrats would bring her. And then Wes walked back in. She watched him (from across the bar; she'd chosen a dark corner booth) for a long moment before grabbing her sandwich and wandering up to him. "Hey."

[little_forge]

She presses closer, wrapping her arms around his neck, tilting her head.

After a few moments, she pulls back to breathe, lingering close, running her tongue over her lower lip. "Welcome back."

[lookstupid]

"Yeah," he breathes, and swallows. "Thanks."

He doesn't think about how lame that sounds. He's too busy thinking about her.

"--um, you said--" Which one is more important? "--you said few days. How long have I been gone?"

(Darla can wait.)

[little_forge]

"Not...too long," She murmurs against his jaw before pulling back. "Like...a little over a week, maybe? I don't know. Why, how long was it for you?"

[lookstupid]

"--oh," he says, which is about all he can manage for a moment.

He leans back from her a little, tilting his head, but doesn't let go of her.

"Try almost two months?"

[little_forge]

"Oh..." She pulls back a little more, eyes wide. "That's...a lot longer."

[lookstupid]

"It's--" He smiles again; it's a smile that tries hard. "It's a while. The door wouldn't let me in. But I'm here now."

[little_forge]

She eyes his smile before ducking her head in another nod. "Yeah. You are. I'm glad."

[lookstupid]

"Me too," he says quietly, if a little absently. But he smiles again and lifts a hand, tilting her chin up so he can kiss her again.

[little_forge]

She kisses him back, softly, before taking her hand and pulling his away from her face. "What is it?"

[lookstupid]

He blinks at her, genuinely confused.

"What?"

[little_forge]

"You're not really...here." Inyri looks at him intently. "Something happen?"

[lookstupid]

"--oh," he says, and glances at the door before shaking his head. "No, it's just ... it's weird, the time thing. You know, just when y'think this place can't get weirder..."

[little_forge]

"Ah, that's your problem." Inyri whispers, leaning close. "You're thinking it can't get weirder. It always can."

[lookstupid]

He nods, leaning closer himself, and smiles wryly as he remembers the other thing she said.

"You got your own double, right?"

[little_forge]

Her smile matches his as she traces her fingers up his arm. "Mmm. Darla. A little older than me but...let's just say I'm going to be very pretty for a very long time."

Lulz, she's so vaaain.