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Tahiri comes downstairs, cursing quietly to herself. The cells have been getting more and more full lately, and while there seems to be room for all of them, it doesn't solve the problem of what's making people go all crazy.

Plus she seems to be coming down with a sniffle.

All of this is immediately forgotten when she enters the bar proper-- all of a sudden her head feels funny, too heavy, and she's cold.

The Jedi reaches a hand up to press against her forehead, then stops when she sees that her skin seems to have turned from pale winter-white to... red and yellow and purple and blue? And her jumpsuit has somehow turned into something obscenely thin and covered in sequins.

"What the kriff?"

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"It doesn't?" Zekk looks at her, dissapointed.

"No," she says, pouting. It is a very drunk pout.

"Ako said Bar'll probably undress us at midnight. 'S when the fete's over."

"Undress us?"

Zekk's eyes study some of the other Milliways patrons before studying Tahiri again.

"Don't know, sandflea. One thing seeing you and Jaina and Aeryn naked. Don't know if I want to see all these people undressed."

Zekk gets a punch in the ribs. Not quite as hard as she meant to, because she's having just the teeniest bit of trouble aiming. But a punch none the less.

"You ventcrawler, you know what I mean. Get us in normal clothes, instead of this shavit."

"Ow!" Loudly, and shocked. Because Zekk didn't really think a drunk!Tahiri would necessarily pick up on that.

Still, he frowns at the thought of that sequin covered dress going away. "Aww, really?"

When he starts blurting out words like naked, even drunk!Tahiri can pick up on that.

"Dunno. Prob'ly."

Tahiri doesn't really like the jumpsuit. It's cold.

"Shame." He frowns, looking over the dress-thing again. "Looks pretty on you."

"Enjoy it while you can," she grins, winking at him.

She will never, ever wear anything like this again under her own will. Ever.

"Oh, we will," Zekk replies.

His hand goes to her shoulder again, wrapping the cape around them as he leans foward to kiss her.

Pulling away, he grins at her. "Definately will."

Tahiri smiles back and leans up for another kiss. "Cape of yours is nice."

"Told ya that," Zekk whispers in between the kiss.

"Can I have it?" she whisper/grin/giggles back.

Zekk nods, working on unfastening the cape from the rest of the outfit.

Grinning at Tahiri, he wraps it carefully around her neck. "There!"

Tahiri beams.

With the cape and beads, she is much less cold now. In fact, she is getting rather warm and kind of sleepy too.

"Thank you," she says, not bothering to stifle a yawn. "It's a warm cape."

"It is," Zekk agrees, watching her carefully. He stiffles a yawn himself and then smiles gently at her. "Want us to carry you upstairs?"

"Mmmmhm," she says sleepily, throwing her arms around his shoulders. "I don' wanna walk."

The mun had no idea Tahiri was a happy, sleepy drunk. The things you learn...

"Okay."

Zekk carefully adjusts her arms around his shoulders, and then reaches down to pick her up, craddling her against his chest.

"Ready, Tahiri?"

Another mumbled confirmation as her legs swing idly and she curls up a bit against his chest as he carries her up the stairs and back to his/her/their/a room.

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