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Jag does not usually have entrance posts. He is a very shy boy.

Well, not so much shy as... just not very sociable. And grim. So grim.

But! Tonight he has an entrance post. In case anyone wants to poke the Broke-Armed Grimmeister or meet the Future Mr. Jaina Solo.

Speaking of the Shortest Solo Child, she sent out invitations the other day and it suddenly hit Mr. Fel just how soon this whole marriage thing will be. And that it's actually going to happen.

Usually he would be working out his anxieties in the sims, but his left arm is still in that damn cast.

That is perhaps why he is sitting at the bar with a mug of very green lomin ale. omgwtfwedding.

[ooc: mun begs slowtime because she is about to pass out in front of the computer. will pick up threads tomorrow plz? <3]

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A hand claps Jag on the back.

"You look like you could still use something even stronger."

Jag shakes his head, then turns to look at the speaker.

"Thank you, but this drink will do fine."

He raises an eyebrow as he recognizes the Youngest Solo Child. "I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met."

Anakin shakes his head,

"We've seen each other in passing. The squadron meeting, Fel, right?"

Anakin looks Jag over visibly sizing him up.

"Ah," he says with a polite nod. He's been trying to block memories of that meeting without success for several months now.

"Commander Jagged Fel, yes." Jag replies, and offers his good right hand. "That would make you Anakin Solo."

Anakin nods slowly and silently. He shakes the hand quite firmly after a moment's hesitation.

"If there is anything that I can get for you, please let me know. I'm not sure how much Jaina has told you about me but I am waitstaff here in the bar."

"I've hef tard more about you from holodocs than your sister," he says placidly, taking another sip of ale.

For some reason it amuses him that the celebrated Jedi martyr would be waiting tables at the End ohe Universe.

"I will be sure to ask if I need something."

Oh the irony of fate...eh?

Anakin smirks,

"So what have you heard of me?"

He needs an ego stroking.

"The usual," he says, waving off the question. "How you single-handedly infiltrated a Yuuzhan Vong installation to rescue a fellow Jedi, leading the mission to Myrkr."

The history docs tend to gloss over the incident at Fondor.

"Yeah that would be it. I always hoped I'd be famous...but not necessarily for those reasons."

Anakin sighs,

"So you and Jaina, huh?"

He takes another swig of ale, setting the glass down with a little bit more force than he intended.

"Yes, me and Jaina." It sounds more like Jag's reassuring himself than stating a fact. Not that he's worried about the wedding or anything... just.

Wow. Him and Jaina. Forever.

"You sure? How did you guys meet anyways?"

He's heard the story from Jaina but now it's time to have a brother-future brother talk.

"At Ithor, actually. I was part of the group that aided in its defence. The other squadron commanders and I liked to pit our squadrons against each other in sims. Your sister was one of the best pilots I'd ever flown against, so I had to track her down."

The rest, as they say, is history.

"You should try the rest of our family then."

Anakin mock punches Jag's shoulder.

"It runs in the family....in fact, a lot runs in the family."

Jag raises an eyebrow at the mock-punch.

He is not used to familial horseplay.

"Yes, I know. Your mother even managed to shoot me down once."

A fact he is not usually very proud of and takes pains to hide... but usually he hasn't been drinking this much ale.

At this Anakin lets our a hearty laugh.

"Yeah well, mom always was talented in many ways...diplomacy, this and that...."

The Future Mrs. Jagged Fel wouldn't mind poking the Grimmeister. Actually, there are a couple things the Shortest Solo Child would rather do than poking, but she promises to behave. For now.

She wraps an arm around him and gives him a light kiss on the top of his shoulder, then takes a seat at the bar next to him.

"Everything alright, Jag?"

Jag shakes himself out of his reverie and smiles at his (gulp) fincee. Her show of restraint is admirable, and he is greatful for it.

"I met your father tonight. The young one, here," he clarifies, before taking another sip of ale.

The right hand doesn't stray far from his mug. Stupid stupid cast making everything all difficult.

She raises her eyebrows, looking up at him with clear curiosity. Continue, Jag, please.

"Really?" There's a glance away for a second when her glass of Whyren's appears before her eyes are studying his face again. "How'd that go?"

He gives a wry smile.

"About what I expected," Jag admits. "After all, I'm no Kyp Durron."

Why Han would prefer a crusty old Jedi over the best (and cleanest!) fighter pilot in the galaxy is anyone's guess.

Jaina rolls her eyes and takes a sip of her Whyren's. "Give him a chance. Dad likes you. A lot. And I do, too."

That is the most important thing, right?

"Suppose you're right," he muses. "And I imagine that the-- twenty years? Thirty?-- of time difference will have an effect on his opinion of me as well."

"He's younger than us here." Jaina takes another sip of her drink. "It's weird, and I think it might be weirder for him. I like having Dad around, but we wish he knew us better. At the very least, wasn't so kriffing young."

"Younger than both of us," he confirms. Though that might be what Jaina meant... it's hard for Jag to tell whether she's talking about the two of them or the mindmate sometimes.

"It's understandable. What would we do if one of our children were to walk through the door?"

Jaina immediately reaches for her glass and takes a long, long drink of the whiskey.

Their children, at Milliways? Corellian hells, she has yet to marry to him first.

Finally, after another long minute or so, Jaina shakes her head. "Don't wanna think about that, Jag."

Come on, she's the one who's already started picking out names.

Jag shakes his head. "Nor do I."

But there's a big difference between imaginary babies in her head and flesh and blood adults walking through that door.

Jaina nods and takes another sip from her glass. "We haven't even decided where we're going to live yet. Or on a Sithspittin' honeymoon."

She pauses for a second, looking up to meet Jag's eyes. "I want to meet those kids someday soon, Jagged, but through the normal way. Not having them walk through any kriffing door."

"It's a risk you take each time you come here."

One he's thought about a bit since learning that a younger version of his mother has started showing up. Won't that be a fun meeting.

"As for honeymoons, do you have any suggestions?"

Jaina shrugs, looking a little relieved at the change in topic. "I was thinking Mon Cal, along the shore."

Jag nods. "Two weeks?"

That might be fun.

She grins. "And maybe a private little cottage where no one can bother us?"

He smiles back. "Sounds perfect."

"Astral. Think we can trust you to make the proper arrangements?"

He nods. "Of course."

It'll make him feel useful and involved and stuff. Which is good.

He's the one that didn't want to help plan in the first place!

She leans over in her chair to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Jag."

Only because it was Clearly Jaina's Mission and he didn't want to interfere.

He drains the last of his ale and stands. "I'm going to head upstairs. You going to stick around down here for a while?"

Right. A mission quickly passed on to the next available Solo woman.

Jaina glances around the bar and then shakes her head. "I might head up with you."

So it was a Solo Women Mission. Still not Jag's jurisdiction.

But it is now!

He nods and offers his good right arm.

Jaina slips her arm into his ~~while the mun giggles at the icon choice~~ and smiles up at him.

And then, they ~~walk into the sunset upstairs to their room.~~

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