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[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

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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[jedizekk.livejournal.com]

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

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

[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

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."

[jedizekk.livejournal.com]

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

[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

"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...

[jedizekk.livejournal.com]

"Okay."

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

"Ready, Tahiri?"

[shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com]

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.