fandomtownies | Caritas; Friday Evening

Sing.

Drink.

After a great deal of time in the hot tub in the hotel room (and playing with the light switch, yes, shhh, don't judge), Elayne changed into a fresh dress in the Ebou Dari style (a high necked gown trimmed with lace with a hole cut out to show the inner slopes of her breasts ~~IDEK, okay~~) and headed out to discover what passed for entertainment in this place.

Her nose wrinkled up a bit as she passed the band, but she found a seat and smiled at the man behind the bar. "Good evening."

"Hello there," Damon said, with an oh so quick glance to the side-boob. He loved when there were new people in town. "How can I help you this fine evening?"

"What do you recommend to drink?" she asked. "The man I'm here to see has been of no assistance whatsoever."

"Well it all depends what you're into," Damon said. "You into the sweet stuff or do you prefer something a bit harder?"

Elayne's drinking experience was limited to wine. "Sweet," she decided with a smile.

"I could make you a Cosmopolitan," Damon told her. "Sweet, tastes good, and it's a pretty color."

"They come in colors?" Elayne's face lit up. "Are there any that are green?"

"Sure there are," he said. Damon grabbed a bottle with a bright green liquor from behind the bar. "Midori. Tastes like melon."

Elayne practically clapped her hands in delight. "We don't have anything like that," she said. "We have...wine. It's very boring."

Damon grinned. "Well wine doesn't have to be boring. But I can see how you'd get tired of it after a while."

He grabbed a glass and filled it with Midori and ginger ale and slid it over. "See if you like this."

Elayne took a sip and her eyebrows rose. "That's delicious! Thank you!"

The woman in purple in a large headdress/hat eased her way into Caritas and up to the bar where she settled down, looking almost like she belonged here. Or that she would belong almost anywhere.

"I don't suppose you carry any kind of Romulan Ale?" she asked hopefully.

And then there was a flash of light and suddenly a rather abrasive looking man appeared on the seat next to her.

"Really. All the drinks you could have in the world and you would order that sludge."

"Hello, Q," she said in a tone that would give a normal person goosebumps. "Slumming are we?"

To be honest, Han had expected to end up at the bar eventually while he was here, but he thought it'd be to try and wrap his brain around Jaina working here. Nope. Instead, he was taking her boyfriend out for what he called bonding time, and might very well be interrogation. Depending on how things went.

He ordered a drink from Tino (in the way of "I know you're not going to have anything I know I like, give me whatever shouldn't kill me.") and started with, "I'm surprised Jaina let you out of her sight." Being the day before graduation and all.

John had settled for the shittiest beer known to man, as was his ~~canonical~~ way. "I think she had secret plans to hit up the spa for a pedicure," John shared, busting Jaina and her girly ways.

"I hope you're lying. Seeing her toes was bad enough," Han said. Because oh yes, he'd seen the pedicure. "I think I'm still trying to believe those gremlin things did it."

Han maybe did not know what the gremlins were, but he knew they were around.

"Trust me, sir, if the gremlins had Jaina, there'd be a whole lot more laughter."

John paused, smirking a bit. "And really inappropriate singing. Possibly in French."

"That sounds like a story I haven't heard," Han said, wanting to hear it. "Not a surprise, she doesn't tell me anything."

"I'm not surprised," John shrugged, pulling out his phone and queuing up some very old pictures before offering to Han. "She's more likely to share that she's injured than that she spent the evening hugging people enthusiastically."

He brought pictures. Han would admit it probably only grudgingly because he was the dad here, but he liked this guy. "What is wrong with her- Is that Tahiri?"

"It sure is," John nodded, sipping his beer in his amusement. "I'm a little sorry I don't have audio of that night. I know there was something insane about what they were saying, but I can't for the life of me remember." Twelve years later, or whatever.

"Does she know you have this?" he asked, handing the phone back. "If so, she's gotta be attached, for you to still be alive."

"Trust me, your daughter owes me, the dirt she's shared with others," John replied, pulling a face that showed just what he thought of Jaina's phone ringtone. "Artoo used to run some nice black market sales of Luke and Gavin's adventures." And his own, but shh.

"Luke and Gavin," he repeated, trying to imagine them doing the things he'd just seen in the pictures. "This I've gotta hear."

No, Han, you probably really didn't want to.

"You might need another drink first," John warned calling Tino for another round just in case. "Before I really even knew them, the pair ended up dressed in gold and glitter, speaking with really effeminate accents, and attempting to make their tiger - Artoo - do tricks."

Han had lived around Jedi for a long, long time now, and he didn't ever covet the powers save for every once in a while when he was in a really life-threatening situation, or when he wanted to know how much someone was lying. Like now.

The sad thing was, he didn't think this sounded made up. He wanted it to, but. "I hope you didn't have plans for the rest of the weekend, kid, because Jaina is instantly grounded for not telling me about this."

John thought it would be cruel to point out that he'd shown the video to Anakin and Jacen back before things went hairy so many years before. "How 'bout she's grounded after I leave?"

"That doesn't really work if I'm not here to enforce it." Who was he kidding, it wouldn't have worked anyway. "So you're leaving after this?" He didn't know how things went.

"Yep, I've got my own command to hurry back to." Made more complicated by how John kind of refused to tell most people about his high school girlfriend from outer space. No matter how understanding they would be these days. "I know, not what you wanted to hear."

"Not what I expected to hear, more like. Considering she's staying here." He might be getting a little worried that she was never coming back.

"Trust me, I was shocked as hell to hear she was staying," John admitted. "Not my idea."

"Then I don't get it," he said, shaking his head. There'd definitely be a conversation happening with her before he left. "We figured there were plans that weren't making it to the parents. Unless she's maybe a fan of these gremlin things..."

John tried not to choke, knowing what parents tended to think about post-graduation plans when kids were as old as John and Jaina. "Nope, no plans..."

He might have assumed. Just a little. "Would you tell me if there were?" he asked dryly, not expecting that he'd hear anything. It was a theme with his kids anyway. He'd gotten used to it, and there wasn't much to do about it than rage over it after they did something.

"Hey, I'm the guy who failed at those kinds of plans once before," John admitted. There wasn't much to worry about with that pair.

"You don't want to know how many relationships I failed at before Leia," Han pointed out. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to talk you into anything." Because that was his girl, and it is happened, he'd promptly have to decide John was all wrong for her anyway ~~as per canon~~.

"Duly noted," John nodded, letting the man continue.

"I just want to see her happy. You seem to help her with that," he finished. And it wasn't the easiest thing to say, either. But when there was a noticeable difference in her when she brought him home and when she didn't... "I'm not telling my wife this conversation happened, by the way. I'll be getting comments about going soft for months."

Going?

John eyed Han for a long moment. "You're pulling my leg. Where're the cameras?"

"Didn't spot any on the way in," Han said, completely serious. Yes, he'd looked. Old habits died hard. "Look, I don't have the slightest clue what's going on here. All I see is Jaina's staying in this town she hardly stops complaining about and the only thing I can figure is it's got something to do with you. I don't even care as long as it keeps her smiling. She doesn't do it enough."

Sadly, in about ten years he'd be noticing the lack of a smile for completely different reasons. Not that he had any clue about that yet. It'd bug him then, too.

"You know, I remembered you as more of a hardass," John remarked, wicked smirk plastered on his face. "I like her smile, too."

"Good. And remember, you make her cry and I hunt you down. I have ways and I'm a very good shot," he said. "Hardass enough for you?"

Hang out.

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Every week I'm like "Show, you can't possibly be gayer" and it's like "Oh yeah? *has Stefan stick his finger in Damon's mouth*". Seriously, now it can't be any gayer.

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