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It's very sudden. Atton just gets up from where he is sitting, drinking something surprisingly non-alcoholic and leaves the bar.

A couple of moments later, he enters again. Except he looks much younger. Thirteen years younger, in fact, or thereabouts. And very hungover.

"Oh, kriff, not again - ..." Eighteen-year-old-Atton-who-is-not-yet-called-Atton breaks off into a stream of curses, but runs out of them before long. So he goes and looks broody in a booth.

It seemed a good idea at the time.

((Mun may have to go in forty minutes or, at the most, two hours, so slowtime may be necessary.))

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Aeryn is not a walrus. Neither is the mun. ~~Your momma!~~

"That's what I said."

"Yeah," Jaq sips his drink. "I heard. I'd like to say I'm not that gullible but I probably am."

"If I killed you," Aeryn stated, jumping subjects. ", Atton technically wouldn't exist..."

"It's an interesting thought, but there's a reason I'm a pilot and not a philosopher or a physicist. So, how are you really?"

Interesting? Or tempting. He'll never know now.

"It's been a rough monen, but I get by as always." It's at times like this the mun wished she smoked, it'd give her something to do with her hands. Other than let them fidget.

The fidgetting irritates Jaq somewhat. After all, there are better things to do with hands. Like steal.

"Right." He's seemingly satisfied with this answer, and takes a sip of his drink.

Always blunt,

"You are more like him now. Annoying."

"I'm in a bad mood. Cut me a bit of slack, here," Jaq mutters. "Or maybe you could just stop comparing me to him - me - us - Kriffit."

"You are him."

A calm sip of her water.

"That's what irks me."

"Well, yeah," Jaq admits, biting his lip. "But I can't be that much like him. Right? I mean, you made him sound a bit on the evil side when I was last here."

"Evil is a point of view. And that was in his past."

Aeryn resolutely didn't add that they kissed the same."

"Please do not even tell me what was in his past. I honestly do not want to know." Jaq replies.

He doesn't ask if they kissed the same. Which works out well, considering she doesn't add it, really, until he does.

"Do we kiss the same?"

See?

Oh she glares. See how she glares. Glare, Aeryn, glare.

"I don't remember." And even if I did, I wouldn't answer.

"Huh," Jaq's lips may quirk into the tiniest of smiles. "Don't remember his or don't remember mine?"

Uncomfortable, she crossed her arms over her chest, like a shield.

"Yours." She only wanted to forget Atton's.

"Huh." Jaq grins. It's a very Attonish grin. And a bit wicked, really.

"What?" The glare turned into a scowl now.

"Nothing." Jaq says innocently, still grinning.

"It wasn't particularly memorable." Aeryn countered, with a smug grin of her own.

Jaq just raises an eyebrow and gives her a look.

"Drink your coffee." Aeryn said softly, completely ignoring the attack of Jaq's ego.

It could be Aeryn is feeling cruel today, or just doesn't care.

"Killed anyone in a highly sadistic manner, yet?"

Jaq frowns.
"No. I'm not generally one for highly sadistic killings. I shot some Mandalorians down, which isn't really sadistic, but is killing." He shrugs.

"Evidently your torturing days haven't begun. I wonder how much longer?"

Her eyes narrowed and she sipped her water to hide the expression.

Jaq just gives her a look. An angry one.
"That's not funny. That's just stupid and really, really, not funny."

She returned it with heated fervour.

"The truth frightens you that much, does it?"