A/N: Snippet from the yay-we're-an-Alliance-now shindig on Odessen.
Poking Around
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Morlie shouldn't be poking around in the middle of a party, but since when has he cared about what he should or shouldn't do? He finds a door near the back of the room, opens it, and sticks his head inside.
There's someone already occupying the cramped space. Between molecular mops and deactivated maintenance droids, a guy's leaning against a shelving unit with a plate of food from the bar in one hand. The other's drifting towards one of the lightsabers at his sides, but he lets it drop and just raises an eyebrow at Morlie. "Hello," he says.
"What are you doing in here?" Morlie blurts out.
"I'm hiding."
"You're the Outlander," Morlie says stupidly.
"Shh, don't go spreading it around."
"I just—you—this is a closet."
"Mm-hmm."
"Why are you hiding in a closet?"
"Lana and Koth are blocking the exits and won't let me leave," says the Outlander, in reasonable tones.
"But," says Morlie, and then he shuts up, because he has no kriffing clue what he was even going to say after that.
The Outlander looks vaguely amused. "I'm not about to bite you, Corporal."
"Right. Uh."
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