Drinking games

[for_everyone]

It was supposed to be an easy repair, fiddly but relatively straightforward. But then the stored replacement part was bad, every shop in town was out except for one, which was broken, and the repair to fix that made it an uphill slog to even fit it in the Ghost, due to Chopper and Zeb getting into a fight and leaving at least two drill bits where drill bits did not belong.

And since it was meant to be easy, everyone but Hera and Kanan is out at the cantina enjoying themselves and the two of them are here, exhausted, dusty, and covered in grease. The smell of welding torch is heavy in the air.

Then Hera rolls to her feet, shaking her head a little to clear it.

"You know what? This calls for a drink, and I've just remembered where I left some."

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[notallofus]

Kanan winces.

"Yeah, that's . . ."

Horrible.

"Just for that, feel free to have another drink."

[for_everyone]

She takes him up on that, before reaching up and rubbing slightly at the back of her head. Just the thought of it...

"I think it's your turn."

[notallofus]

Kanan's shoulders give a sympathetic twitch of 'ugh' when she rubs the back of her head.

Because 'ugh'.

"Right."

Uh.

"You hate cheap caf, but you drink it anyway because it gives you a strong sense-memory of the good stuff, so you have to hit up your stash less often."

[for_everyone]

She drinks again, emptying her glass and sliding it toward Kanan again, though her movements aren't quite as fast and easy as they were before.

"I think you're overthinking me a little."

[notallofus]

Kanan catches it -- and doesn't fumble it, thank you, pours about half of a refill, and carefully slides it back.

"Maybe."

He exhales heavily.

"It just feels weird, hitting you up with the same kind of vague generalities I used in cantinas."

[for_everyone]

Hera shrugs.

"I hate cheap caf because it's bland. But I like to know I have something with a little more flavor."

Even good caf is really more for humans, while Twi'lek tastes tend to run to the extremely bitter.

[notallofus]

Maybe Kanan can pick up some bitter melon from Earth, sometime. Once he learns about it.

"Next payout we can hopefully scrounge a little more of the good stuff?"

[for_everyone]

"Or we can catch some mynocks," she teases.

They can taste great to Twi'leks! ... and more like burnt batteries to humans.

[notallofus]

Eh.

"I'm in if you are."

No one said he has to eat what they catch!

[for_everyone]

Hera leans back in the seat. "We can think about it."

Maybe she an ask Zeb how Lasats like it.

She's quiet for a long moment, tapping on her glass again, staring up at the ceiling.

"Since you met me," she says, slowly, "you don't watch those dancing Twi'lek holos anymore."

He did sort of raise it first.

[notallofus]

Well, that's . . . heavy. But he gets it. And because he gets it, he can say one of the hard things out loud. Just this once.

"I hate to tell you, Hera, but I wanted to be Master Secura when I grew up. She was amazing."

Brave and strong and smart and true -- all the things a Jedi was supposed to be. That Jedi were.

"So I never watched those holos. Hell, I annoyed people in cantinas when I turned them off."

[for_everyone]

Still looking at the ceiling, Hera smiles.

She doesn't say anything, but after a moment she does move her head to look back at him again, and lifts her glass to take a drink.

[notallofus]

Kanan doesn't bother hiding the slight curve to his own mouth, just lifts his glass a bit in Hera's direction.

Then he refills it, because he was getting low.

"Right. Me again."

Maybe it's the increasing alcohol content of his blood making this more difficult every time.

"You really hate the person that first decided putting a compressor on a hyperdrive was a good idea."

[for_everyone]

"I am going to throw this glass at you."

It is way too late and she has had way too much to drink to get her started on that topic

[notallofus]

"I'll use my . . . "

He is a little too tipsy to be using the Force, so he would probably actually have to dodge. And this chair is comfortable.

" . . . actually no I won't do that. I'm just going to sit here. Comfortably. Please don't throw your glass."

[for_everyone]

"Then don't mention compressors... on hyperdrives..."

Tipsy or not, it's always a good rule around Hera.

[notallofus]

"I can't think of anything else right now!"

He takes another drink, even though it's not technically his turn.

"Oops."

[for_everyone]

"Maybe we've learned enough."

Or they've just reached the point where it's too hard to think of questions.

[notallofus]

"We should do this again. Sometime."

He doesn't yawn, but kind of wants to.

"Need to get more high-quality booze first, though."

[for_everyone]

"We might be waiting a while for that."

Their budget isn't getting any less tight.

[notallofus]

"Probably for the best when it comes to this."

Kanan could mean the excessive tipsiness they are both now embracing.

He could also mean the amount of not-quite-uncomfortable truth that decided to show up.

(It's both.)

[for_everyone]

Hera picks up her drink again, finishing off the rest of it.

"We should go to bed."

But that requires standing up. And moving. Neither of which she really feels like doing right now.

[notallofus]

Kanan, either. But they're going to regret sleeping in these chairs. Plus . . .

"Before Zeb and Chop get back," he agrees.

"Maybe if we both go, at least one of us will make it."

He will shove Hera into bed with the last of his Force-strength. Collapsing in the hallway afterward is the inevitable fallout, but that's fine.

[for_everyone]

Hera tilts her head back to look at the ceiling, apparently still not getting up yet

"How much is left in the bottle?"

[notallofus]

"Uh."

Kanan shifts the bottle back and forth, sloshing the contents around for a second.

"Two mouthfuls? Three?"

(It's two.)