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Devil's Nest, Saturday, January 27. 2018

The nicest part of winter was how quickly the sun went down in the evenings--gave a vampire a lot more time to get things done before bleeding from the ears and eyes, catching fire, and dying, etc., etc.

Finally back from settling some accounts in Louisiana (and jacking up the prices at Fangtasia in preparation for the Mardi Gras crowds), Eric was back in Fandom, settled into his normal spot well away from the bar.

Vampires don't serve humans, thank you very much. That's what Tiny was for.

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"... That bad?"

Look, with a reaction like that, Kanan could almost feel better about his own life choices, here.

"Be glad he hasn't told you any of it," Atton said sagely. "You're lucky."

"I don't think he actually likes me," Kanan noted. "I'm beginning to feel like I've dodged a blaster bolt in that regard, though."

"Eh, he's almost like a normal person these days," Atton said dryly. "You live with the Twi'lek, right? What's her name?"

Don't smile like an idiot don't smile like an idiot don't smile like an idiot don't- dammit.

"That would be Hera," Kanan replied, smiling maybe a little bit like an idiot. "Finest pilot I've ever seen. Which I know in a group like this is probably a hard sell, but, well... you'd have to see her fly to get it, I guess."

"Yeah, I doubt that," said Atton, who was also one of the pilots in the group. "Not that the adoring hero worship isn't adorable."

Kanan actually gave an easy little snort at that.

"Hey, I did specify that she was the finest I'd seen," he noted. "And I wouldn't exactly call it hero worship."

That would be... weird. Awkward. Both.

He hero-worshipped her father, though.

"Raging crush?" Atton suggested.

"That's at least less weird," Kanan allowed.

He wasn't going to deny it.

Atton pulled a face. "Talk about awkward."

"Oh, give me a break," Kanan muttered, wrinkling his nose. "Just because I like her doesn't mean I can't be objective about her skill in a pilot's seat."

"Sure," Atton said, "And I've got a planet to sell you."

Kanan opened his mouth to protest, and then realized he wasn't nearly drunk enough to volunteer Hera for a demonstration of her piloting skill, even though he was confident she'd do a hell of a lot better than Atton was giving her credit for.

He reached for his drink and took a mouthful, instead.

"I've got better uses for my credits than ancient real estate, anyway," he replied. "Hera doesn't need me standing up for her, here. Her ability speaks for itself. I'm just crew."

There was a wide spectrum between 'a good pilot' and 'better than anyone in this bar', loverboy.

"Oh, you're one of those," Atton mused.

And Kanan had only said she was good! One of the best he'd seen. He hadn't meant it as a challenge.

But now he figured Atton was being rude about Hera for no reason except that Kanan also happened to like Hera, and it was rubbing him the wrong way.

"One of what?"

If he sounded faintly exasperated now, it was... because he was faintly exasperated, really.

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Which was funny, because Atton's latest comment hadn't been intended as any kind of rude reference to Hera at all.

"One of those poor bastards who falls into a crew following a real badass around," Atton said.

You know, like him.

That one gave Kanan a moment's pause while his mind re-adjusted a little. He blinked, sat up a little straighter, and tilted his head a little.

"That... pretty much sums it up, yeah," he admitted. "She's got some bigger rebellion in mind. I was perfectly happy being the useless idiot doing odd jobs anywhere the need for that rebellion wasn't."

"Isn't that always how it starts?" Atton said. "One second a pretty girl says, 'get on this ship', then before you know it you're fighting Sith on some backwater."

Kanan shook his head a little, grinning now, though it wasn't entirely a stupid face just because they were talking about Hera.

It was at least in part because he wasn't about to admit he'd come just shy of begging to be let onto that pretty girl's ship.

"There haven't been any Sith yet," he said, and damn, did he sound thankful about that. "But there have been more than a few backwaters and at least a couple of close calls. Keeps things interesting."

It's all fun and games until somebody loses an eye, Jarrus.

"Sure, that's what they all say at first," Atton said. "Then a planet explodes and somebody dies."

"It was a big chunk of a moon," Kanan replied. "The planet's fine, more or less."

Okadiah, on the other hand, was not. Neither was Yelkin, or Skelly, or Gord, or Lal. Zaluna had been blinded.

They were a few years away from any exploding planets, really.

"Not quite the same," Atton said.

"Can't imagine it is," Kanan allowed. He took a drink, anyway. Okadiah had been as near to family as he'd let himself have in a long time. He would drink to his memory any time it came up. "I just mean, I know this has the potential of going ugly. I've had a taste of it, however small. I still can't picture backing out of it now in spite of that."

"No, but that's what I'm talking about," Atton said. "Sounds like you're stuck on it now."

Like he was.

"Whatever the hell it turns out to be?" Kanan nodded, just slightly. "That's... that's pretty much it, yeah. I don't know if I should blame my time on the island or my time spent with Hera for that, but I can't picture myself even acknowledging any of this even a year ago."

It was a lot easier to not get dead that way.

Devil's Nest, Saturday, January 27. 2018

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