inyri forge - not 17 - star wars - barthing

[mm_kayzie]

Inyri Forge, not seventeen...more like...thirtyahemahem, wanders into the Bar. And thank gods because her kid was about to drive her up a kriffing wall. Not to mention her boyfriend.

She soooo needed a drink.

Hence! Inyri at the Bar, bottle of Whyren's and a glass in front of her. OM NOM.

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[allthenoise]

Now, that--

That is amazing.

Jeran sidles closer (innocently) and smiles at this woman who looks so much like Inyri. (Perhaps it is her mother.)

"What's so awful that it's driving a beautiful woman like yourself to alcoholism?"

[allthenoise]

He sips his whiskey and studies her over the glass.

In a way that suggest he knows her very well and wonders vaguely what difference twenty years or so has made. (It's hard to say how much of this is feigned.)

"You should probably do the humming thing," he says with another shrug.

[majorinyri]

Inyri just looks at him. "Right. Any previous happenings you've had with a different Inyri...la la la."

She hums, softly, before drinking more. "I'm in my own little world. With Wes and Cal, la la la."

[allthenoise]

He laughs and pours himself a more generous glass of whiskey; he'll start to drink it like lum, soon.

"Who's Cal, anyway? Don't tell me you had a kid with Janson."

[majorinyri]

The mun is trying to figure out how old Cal is. If she's thirtyahemahem...then Cal's anywhere from two to eleven. Weird.

"Yeah." She grins down at her whiskey. "A little bit. He's cute though, so it makes up for his father being who he is."

[allthenoise]

"You either did or didn't," he points out. "I don't wanna picture you having half a kid."

He smirks at her over his glass.

"I'm sure he's very cute though. With those parents? He'll be breaking girls' hearts in no time, huh?"

[majorinyri]

She watches his smirk and has a feeling that if she met him when she was younger, she'd hate him. As is, she's mellowed a little. A lot. And he's not too bad. A little annoying.

Like Elassar!

"Yes, my whole child was definitely blessed with good looking parents." She finishes her glass before pouring herself more. "But mostly me."

[allthenoise]

Of course, Jeran and Elassar would probably hate each other.

He shrugs, but doesn't argue with her; just takes it as an invitation to lean sideways on Bar and study her a little more.

"You've certainly aged well, at least."

Like a good wine!

"What about him?"

[majorinyri]

She laughs into her drink. "Okay not every day a kid tells me I've aged well. But thank you."

She hasn't had to deal with Cal's friends going 'omg hott' at her yet. :|

"And Wes, with his stupid youthfulness, doesn't look a day over...eh. Well, a day over when we first started dating. In my world."

And we mean, he's Matt Bellamy. Unf unf?

[allthenoise]

She called him a kid.

D:

"--I guess that wasn't seventeen, then," he says, only a little confused by her qualifier. Right, alternate universes as well as timelines. Man, this place is too weird.

[majorinyri]

"Uh, no. Didn't know him til I was eighteen. Met him briefly...and then he went into another squadron. We didn't start dating til I was like..." She wrinkles her nose. "Twenty-five? Ish? Ew. It's been forever."

Grossssssss.

[allthenoise]

Jeran, of course, is unaware that the age difference is anything more than a couple years. He imagines Wes in his mid-twenties and is intrigued.

Not that he wouldn't be intrigued anyway.

"All right, so I don't have to hate you for being one of those ridiculous teenage couples who are still together after a million years," he says wryly. "You married or what?"

[majorinyri]

"Er. What?" She shakes her head. "Wes and I could never have been a teenage couple. Slight age difference."

OF FIFTEEN BILLION YEARS. WES IS OLD.

"No, we're not married. That's a bad word, you know."

[allthenoise]

"--oh, really."

Jeran is an owl.

"So which-- I guess it's him, if you were a teenager when you met him in the real world. Huh. Never would've pinned him as the cradle-robbing type. Learn something new every day."

He shakes his head. "And he doesn't even make you an honest woman?"

[majorinyri]

She glares at him, smirking a little dangerous smirk. "I've never been an honest woman. And I'm not marrying someone 'cause I got pregnant. Wes and I work the way we are. Butt out, kid."

[allthenoise]

He raises his hands in innocence, though the effect may be ruined by his grin.

"Oh, I'm all for living in sin, myself. Don't go being bothered by a kid like me. Just tell me you're not still sickeningly adorable, at least, and I'll be fine."