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The Devil's Nest [Friday night]

It was cold, dark, and threatening to snow, which was Eric's favorite kind of weather, which was why he was in an excellent mood as he wandered down to the Devil's Nest to make sure Tiny was manning the bar to his satisfaction.

The new DJ (it was always a new DJ) looked panicked as Eric came in, stammering something about equipment malfunctions and how very sorry he was before fleeing into the night, leaving the bar listening to "If You Like Piña Coladas" --and only that song--at a volume that was just too loud to be ignorable.

"If you make piña coladas a special tonight, I will snap your neck," Eric told Tiny flatly before disappearing to his normal seat in the VIP area.

The Devil's Nest was open. And verrrrry tired of walks in the rain already.

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"That only helps a little bit," Vette sighed. "I mean, if you have enough of it, you stop caring about that fact anyway."

See? Easy solution.

"True, and the terrible stuff is normally cheaper," Cade said. "So if you can get past the taste, you're being financially prudent."

Or something.

"That's me," Vette replied, giving a wry little laugh. "Prudent. And not at all discerning in my tastes."

Eh, that was half-true, anyway.

"Should've had this at the other bar. Like half of us are students," she grumbled. "I might slip out, buy a drink there, and then come back again."

"Pound it before coming in," Cade advised, jerking his head towards where Eric was lurking in his ostentatious chair in the VIP section. "Think that's the boss."

"Well, if the boss doesn't like me bringing in outside drinks, he should just sell me what I want and get it over with," Vette complained.

Was she sticking her tongue out at Eric?

You betcha.

Eric's eyes narrowed at her from across the room and he stalked over towards them. "Have we met?" he demanded.

"... Wow, you're big."

Yes, Vette.

Though this mostly seemed like an observation, as opposed to any sign that she was at all intimidated. She peered up at him thoughtfully.

"But nope, pretty sure we're strangers." She grinned up at him, then, with a sudden, almost incandescent sort of cheer. "I was just wondering what your whole 'minors' thing is about. That's not a thing back home."

And also, it was dumb.

"The great state of Maryland decides that people under 21 years old are not responsible enough to drink, and if I want to keep my liquor license and not go bankrupt, I get to agree with them," Eric said.

"And that extends to non-humans?"

Look, Vette had to check. She was a big fan of loopholes, Eric.

"Cute," Eric said. "And yes."

"Hey, it was worth checking," Vette replied, holding up her hands in mock surrender. "So, what's good for the 'I really don't like beer anyway but I'm cheesed off that I can't have one on principle' set?"

"We have a bunch of sodas from Japan that just arrived," Eric offered. "Lots of different flavors: ice cucumber, pink, salted watermelon, and ghost, which is apparently a different flavor every time. Want one of those?"

"One of each," Vette said immediately. "And make that two ghosts. Just because I like surprises."

Or possibly because she wanted to see someone have to put forth the effort to carry five different bottles over to her.

"Tiny," Eric ordered, waving a lazy hand ~~it was even his ahahaha~~. "Get the lady a half dozen of those weird sodas. All in one trip so she's impressed."

"Great! Thanks," Vette replied, and then turned a victorious little grin back toward Cade. "This planet is still stupid, though."

Drinking laws. Eesh.

"Totally stupid," Cade agreed, lifting up his mediocre beer.

"So," Vette said, still feeling faintly accomplished even if she didn't have alcohol headed her way, "I know basically nobody here and I can't get a drink. Tell me about you, let's solve one of those problems."

"I'm Cade," Cade said with a smile. "From...around. Related to that one, that one, that one and that one," he said, pointing to Anakin, Ben, Ender, and Jaina.

"Oh, would you look at that! I'm from exactly the same place!"

Also 'around.'

"And suddenly, the reason everybody in this place is human becomes clear," Vette added, looking amused. "I'm Vette. Not related to that one," she pointed at Hera, "but I do odd jobs in her scrapyard sometimes."

Every week. It was called 'employment.'

"How odd?" Cade teased, waggling his eyebrows.

Vette just shook her head and laughed.

"Not odd enough, apparently," she replied. "Mostly I'm just sorting through the scrap, seeing what's worth salvaging and what should just be sold off as junk metal."

Innuendo flew right past this one, Cade. Sorry.

"Have you found anything worth a lot yet?" Cade asked.

"Nothing I'd be able to pass off as treasure or anything," Vette sighed. "But I did find some speeder parts that weren't in terrible shape. And a droid processor core that I've been trying to patch up. Pretty sure it's for some kind of probe droid, but I won't know for sure unless I can either get it functional again, or I can convince Chopper that he really wants to interface with it."

Except... Chopper.

"Let me guess," Cade said with a grin, "Chopper's a droid with way more attitude than strictly necessary?"

"It's almost like you've met him," Vette laughed. "Little orange astromech. Belongs to Hera. Way more advanced than anything I'm used to, but apparently he's an antique?"

Pause.

"Don't ever tell him I said that."

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