Pick Up
She stared through the bottom of her glass. Where did her drink go? It had to be in there somewhere. She brought it to eye level, seeing straight through the clear bottom of the glass to the booths and bar surrounding her. A frown came on her face. That wasn't right.
Immediately, Jaina summoned a server droid and ordered a new drink, one that was significantly less potent than the last. What harm could caf with a shot of Whyren's Reserve be? She struggled to remember why she was drinking in the first place. Oh yes, Kyp said they served killer Corellian Twisters here. If she remembered in the morning, Jaina was going to shoot him.
In the back of her mind, she noted a familiar presence in the Force that was supposed to be back at the hotel. He didn't make his way over to her so she paid him no heed. Instead, she turned her attention to the drink that was placed in front of her. Jaina stirred some of the whipped topping into the drink before taking a sip. There was nothing like a good mug of caf.
The presence approached her and sat down next to her. She waved a hand in greeting, continuing to enjoy her drink.
"Could you spare a minute from your drink for me to hit on you?"
Jaina choked, bringing the mug away from her mouth, trying not to laugh, and spray the table with spiked caf and cream. She wiped at her mouth with a napkin, and then gave into her mirth. When she was done, Jaina turned to Zekk – who was trying very hard not to grin – and said, "You're horrible but go ahead if you must."
Zekk reached over and took a large gulp of Jaina's drink, ignored her protests, put the mug down, and wiped the whipped cream mustache from his upper lip with his sleeve. He waited for a few moments as Jaina quickly gulped down the rest of the liquid to prevent him from stealing anymore. Then, in a grave tone, he began to recite every cheesy pick up line he knew, which was surprisingly a lot. Growing up in the under levels of Coruscant must have been quite the education.
By the time he finished, Jaina was breathless from laughing. There were two empty mugs on the table one that had been refilled twice, the other only once. It was late, both simultaneously stood, Jaina leaned against Zekk to keep her balance, unsteady from laughter and drink. He steadied her and together the two walked out of the bar towards the hotel, Jaina stumbling every now and then.
He helped her into her room and to her bed. He muttered one last line that caused her to give a tired laugh and hit him with her pillow. Zekk gave an unabashed grin and left the room after saying good night. Jaina settled down into her bed, drifting off to sleep with cheesy lines ringing through her head.
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