jeran harris (oc) - star wars - bar.

[mm_djcati]

Jeran's at a table, looking pretty satisfied with himself.

...well, he always looks pretty satisfied with himself, but today more than usual.

He also has a rum and Coke, but he doesn't know it's a rum and Coke. It's just what the bartender made him when he asked for something from that crazy Earth place. It'll do.

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[little_forge]

Oh we bet he's satisfied with himself.

Inyri? She looks pretty...hmm. Angry. Yes, that's the word. Angry. But as she approaches him, she schools her expression into something...cooler, more calm, more controlled.

She leans on his table with a smirk. "Hello."

[allthenoise]

Hey, that's pretty impressive. Jeran raises his glass in a toast to the smirk, then sips his drink and peers at her over it.

"Hello," he echoes with a wry smile.

[little_forge]

"You know...I thought I'd be able to control it, the feeling of rage when I knew you were trying to get with Wes." She starts right in, not even attempting to be coy just now.

"But seeing it was so much more than I think I can handle."

She knocks the glass out of his hand.

[allthenoise]

This startles him, and he hates being startled.

He also hates his drinks spilling and getting on his clothes.

He scrambles to his feet and wipes haphazardly at his shirt with his hand, but doesn't bother with a napkin. He's too busy watching Inyri with a tight smile.

"You saw, huh? And what, this is the jealous girlfriend thing? Kinda hypocritical."