Jaina Solo Fel (
solo_sword) wrote in
fandomtownies2011-02-12 02:06 pm
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Caritas- Saturday
After spending the day getting to know her surprise son and confirming that no one else was going to show up calling her Mom, Jaina had to bring her eight-year-old to work. In a bar. She felt like a horrible alternate universe mother for that, but upon realizing that there was no alcohol to speak of here today, it helped some. Apparently the booze had turned into chocolate milk and the like, which was great because Chak seemed interested in everything, asking "What's that?" about everything he didn't recognize, and wanting to pour drinks.
Tino looked happy about this, like he was going to get an easy night off with the kid helping out, but Jaina just shook her head and told him, "You're not getting by on child labor. Back to the bar."
[As per other kid events, no alcohol at the bar tonight. There are however two real bartenders and one pretend one. Apparently this weekend isn't a dry one. But since it's established already things changed over for today. Oops! ]
Tino looked happy about this, like he was going to get an easy night off with the kid helping out, but Jaina just shook her head and told him, "You're not getting by on child labor. Back to the bar."
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He had high standards. Except when it came to his room. That was different.
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After promising Askani'son not to get into more fights.
"I would like a milk."
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That was what people did in bars on the HoloNet, right?
"What's on your back?" he asked when he tried to carefully slide the glass of milk over without spilling. Spilling was not professional.
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But Brooker hadn't been allowed to drink, so this was amazing.
"It's a psimitar," he replied, lifting his chin proudly.
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He didn't need a weapon. More importantly, the poor town needed him to not have a weapon.
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He ended up climbing onto a stool and sitting down at the bar. "What can I get to drink?" he asked.
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And then he added, "Like milk and lemonade and stuff. Everything like that."
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"What's schway?"
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That was all the warning she was going to get for the little blond-haired boy who came barrelling into the bar with an ice cream cone in one hand (surprise) and Tahiri following close behind.
"I don't want a drink," King had to clarify as he tried to scramble up onto the nearest stool, apparently not interested in any help Tahiri had to offer. "I just wanted to come an' say hi!"
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To that, Chak gave a wave and a "Hey," and then the wave got more empthatic when he saw Tahiri.
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King looked conflicted by the question, though, and chewed on his lower lip. "I'm okay!" he finally decided. "I have ice cream."
"Apparently," Tahiri said dryly, "it was hereditary."
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"This is Chak," she said, and Chak looked mildly disappointed that he had to introduce himself to someone he already knew again. And just in case there were any questions about who his father was, "...Solo Fel."
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