"Oooh my head." Atton clutched at his skull in a feeble attempt to tear the pain away. Of course that didn't work and he instead found himself bounce off a wall as he didn't pay attention to where he was going. "Ow!Ugh...I think someone has filled my skull with rocks..."
Shooting the droid Olmark had supplied to them an annoyed look Atton accepted the offered box of food as he dragged himself into the dinning hall. He glumly looked down at the box's content, it looked like some sort of soggy porridge... "Great, I need something to throw up later." Bleary eyes glanced up, quickly noting where Mira sat.
The dinning hall was way too big for the two of them since it was originally intended for serving up to a hundred jedi at a time. It was a little eerie...but the room was open and the light coming down from the windows above them bathed the room in a very refreshing pale light. The light cast reflections across the room as it hit the steel tables and chairs standing in orderly rows along the length of the room, which only increased the sense of freshness.
Not that Atton felt especially brightened by it, instead he found himself lowering his head and shielding his eyes, the stark light hurting his eyes. It was going to be one of those days...
Amazingly he managed to make his way to Mira without any incident and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as he sat down, maybe he wasn't as hung over as he thought he was? As if to taunt him his brain then decided to send a jolt of pain down his spine, drawing a weak moan from him while his hands once more went to his skull.
"Oh...never again." He tried rubbing his temples, only to find the slight pressure drawing more pain out of him. "Oh...damn...you'd think the jedi would have a way to cure hangovers with the force..."
"They have." Mira replied, her tone...oddly neutral.
Carefully looking up Atton found his companion busy with poking at her food. She didn't look at him, her lips pressed tightly together in an all too revealing frown. Heck, even with his senses dulled as they were he could feel the barely restrained anger boiling right below her calm surface...as if the way her hand tightly gripped at the spoon wasn't clue enough.
The throbbing pain convinced him to take his chances though, defying the silence Mira obviously desired. "Oh great...please tell me you know it."
"I do." Mira wasn't looking up as she brought a spoon full of the gruel to her mouth.
Atton's heart sank. "Would you use it on me?"
"No."
Atton suppressed the curse as well as the question about to escape him, instead he simply muttered: "I see..." Looking down at his meal he grimaced and brought the spoon to his lips. The food was a little too warm, and didn't taste much, yet he forced himself to swallow it. Now was not the time to be picky...especially since he was already dizzy from yesterday...
Mira didn't say anything else, her attention apparently focused on her meal. If it wasn't for the fact that she wasn't actually eating anything the act had actually been believable, as it had if she would stop the constant glaring at the meal. Grumpy today eh?
"Eh..." Atton trailed off, his scoundrel senses telling him he was walking on glass, one wrong step and he would fall. Or more probably...Mira would hurl him down. "I don't remember getting back...or anything at all really." He carefully watched the way Mira's knuckles paled as her hands closed into fists. "Last thing I remember was beating a rodian in pazaak..."
The woman didn't answer, Atton noticed the way she bristled at his words though. Uh oh...this could get ugly, and he wasn't really feeling for having Mira shouting at him...
"Maybe you should fill me in?" Damn, wrong question. "Ehm, I mean...I'm sorry?"
"For what?" She still wasn't meeting his eyes, her entire being exuded hostility though, and for some reason the lack of violence and shouting scared Atton more then her normal behaviour.
"Well...um...that's sort of what I hoped you'd fill me in on..."
A deep breath from the woman made Atton flinch, yet her movement was careful, even gentle, when she placed the spoon on the table and pushed her hands together, fingers interlocking. Finally she looked up at him, the brown eyes were cold and calm, almost devoid of emotions entirely. Oh crap... "I don't really feel like divulging information about your actions yesterday, suffice to say it was the usual childish and Gamorrean like behaviour you usually display."
"Okay. You're angry, I get that. But I'm sorry all right..."
"For what?"
"That's what I need you to tell me!" Atton winced, bowing his head and clutching the back of his skull. "Ooooh...that hurt." Blinking he forced himself to look up at her again, there was no pity in the eyes looking back at him. "Please?"
"No."
"Aww come on! It can't have been bad!" The flash of searing rage in Mira's eyes made him recoil. "Okay...I didn't mean it like that...but I can' properly apologise if you don't tell me what I did...come on, give me a break here."
"You've had lots of breaks." Mira snorted back as her attention once more went down to her meal, idly poking at the content without a hint of desire to eat it.
"Okay, maybe I deserved that one..." Atton relented, hoping to lure Mira out of her brooding. "But whatever it is I want to properly apologise...and make things up to you in a proper way. Won't you let me do that much?" Ugh...why was he even asking these things? Since when did he care about her respect? That blasted diplomacy thing must be rubbing off on him...
There was no answer, the former bounty huntress content with poking in her meal while stewing in her own anger.
Atton shook his head, this was getting annoying...and the growing guilt lying itself in his gut wasn't really helping... "Come now, we both know it's not good to bottle things up, me more then anyone. Let me have it, yell at me, force me to cook you a proper meal or something...anything really!" Atton winced at the raised voice.
No answer, the woman merely stabbing at her food, lips curled in an angry growl.
Atton's patience and guilt seemed to evaporate as he flew to his feet, his face twisting in a grimace of irritation as well as pain over the sudden movement. "Fine! If you don't want to tell me what happened while being pissed about it you can just go space yourself!"
The woman just looked back at him, her face annoyingly blank.
"Oh shut up!" Atton raged, tossing his meal back to the table. A piece of gruel flying out of it and striking Mira's cheek, she didn't flinch though. "I don't need this!" He threw his arms in the air and tried to rush out in a huff, though it became more of a wobbling as his brain rolled around in his skull like a grav-ball.
Even as the door to the dinning hall closed behind him Atton shook his head with sudden regret. Great...as if she didn't think he was a jerk enough already...