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."

Comments

[for_everyone]

Even going slowly, they're doing pretty well, until just after they pass Zeb's quarters. Maybe she starts feeling too confident, but Hera steps too quickly, and stumbles. Instinctively, she pulls herself into the wall.

She might end up pulling Kanan with her. Sorry

[notallofus]

Whoa.

Kanan shoves at the wall with the Force in an attempt to right himself. It's --

Well, at least he's going to cushion Hera's fall when they both start going down?

[for_everyone]

"... I think it might've been better -" she says, as she tries to pull herself up from the floor. And from him.

"- if you'd just let us - fall into the wall."

[notallofus]

"Rigorous training kicks in," Kanan mutters, attempting to shove her off him without Force-shoving, and also keeping his hands in innocuous places. (He cannot quite feel his fingertips, so this is difficult.)

"When I'm not trying not to let it."

All right, if he puts his foot there, and untangles his other leg there . . . .

Standing up should be a piece of cake.

[for_everyone]

Hera moves to shove herself up against the wall again.

Really, the wall seems to be the most reliable option right now.

[notallofus]

It pains Kanan to admit that Hera's plan is definitely better than his.

Guess he'll take the wall on the other side of the corridor, then.

This is fine.

Yep. Bed is about to happen to both of them. Just a minute or two more . . .

[for_everyone]

Hera pulls herself up against the wall, sliding along it as she manages the remaining steps toward the door to her room.

She stops short at the doorway, leaning into it.

[notallofus]

"You go," Kanan says, waving blearily toward her door and the ostensible bed beyond.

"I'm fine here. Just give me a second, and I'll get to my room."

Maybe a minute, if he's being very honest.

[for_everyone]

She looks back at him.

She doesn't say anything, but also stays where she is, leaned against her doorway.

[notallofus]

Kanan makes a muffled groaning noise, because of course she doesn't believe him.

Oh, the shame.

It still takes him a minute to get himself mostly-upright and mobile.

Staggering counts as mobile, right? Oh good, this one's his door and not Zeb's. Wait, it isn't Zeb's, right?

Right. Okay. Good.

[for_everyone]

She's the captain, which means she's not leaving one of her crew to possibly collapse in the middle of this hall.

"Our doors are across from each other, Kanan."

You know, if that helps.

[notallofus]

"I knew that."

(He did not remember that just now.)

"So. Uh. Good night."

[for_everyone]

"Good night, Kanan."

She's still going to wait until she seems him go through the door.

[notallofus]

Kanan doesn't look back as he goes through the door, not least because crashing to the ground right now would be one indignity too far.

He does thump into his bunk pretty heavily though, and is hard asleep just a couple of seconds later.

If he dreams about holding hands with Hera while walking through a crowded market, no one else has to know.