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Dinner's long since been over for the couple, but Jaina and Jagged Fel are still downstairs in the bar, sitting next to each other at a booth. Jaina's crutches lean against the table, her legs spread across Jag's lap as opposed to the seat across from her. It's rather comfortable. Well, for her, anyway.

Currently, they're enjoying the last of the strawberry ice cream Jaina had ordered alongside a proper meal - nerf steak, topatoes, and charbote - and talking quietly.

[ooc: Two pups, two muns, both of whom are here. Feel free to tag!]

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Okay, Tahiri doesn't pull her punch this time. She socks him in the arm hard. "If you don't shut up about it I will." Which means No Jedi Nookie For Him. Unless he pays for it first.

Then, back to Jaina and Jag. "Yeah, we've got about thirty days. And unless you want to take the ventcrawler's suggestion, then we need to make a credit run."

"Ow! Blast it, sandflea, that really hurt!" There's a hint of a whine in his complaint, and this time Zekk really does clutch his arm in pain. "Isn't Jaina's broken leg enough for us to deal with?"

He glowers at her before looking in Jag's directcion, eyes hopeful. "Well, what do you say, Fel? Think the girls should go earn some money to pay off-- Stow it, Jaina!"

Jaina glares at him, sitting up straighter against the wall. As she does, one leg hits Jag's stomach and she winces. "Sorry about that."

To Zekk again: "If you don't kriffing quit it, everyone's going to know."

Jag grunts a bit at the impact but simply rearranges himself until he's comfortable again.

To Zekk: "I do not approve of the things you're implying about my wife." Jag would offer to hurt him some more if he doesn't quit, but it looks like Tahiri's got that part pretty well handled.

"If anyone should be worried about getting a job, it's you," Tahiri says to Zekk. "I'm already on Security-- and the sign said they were looking for guys too."

She reaches up to run a hand through his hair. "And you're so very pretty..."

Jaina grins lopsidedly and winks at Zekk, catching on to Tahiri's suggestion.

"That green eyed, dark hair combination has always worked for me, eh, Jag?" she asks, prodding his leg with the foot of her good one. She grins at Zekk again before continuing. "Don't see why other girls wouldn't find it attractive."

Zekk glowers at both of them. This is worse than the physical abuse!

"No kriffing way." His hand bats at Tahiri's, pushing it out of his hair. "I'm not pretty."

Handsome, yes. Pretty, no.

"And we're not anyone's whore."

"Oh, so it's okay for us to be whores but not for you?" asks Tahiri innocently.

And pets his hair again, because it annoys him. "I think it's the eyes that sell it," she says to Jaina. "Pretty green eyes."

"He definately has that going for him. And facial structure," Jaina continues, studying him over. "That too."

Grinning again at her mindmate, Jaina shakes her head. "Anyway, Zekk, don't know if you overheard today, but that sort of thing's not-"

Zekk lets out an annoyed sigh, swatting at Tahiri's hand again. "Yeah, I heard it. And all those things after it. Can't you guys ever vapin' give us a warning?"

He rolls his eyes and then sticks his tongue out at Tahiri. "And I don't have pretty eyes."

Jag smirks.

He's quite proud of himself for the way he and Jaina made up this afternoon.

Ohhhhh yeah.

"You dooooo," Tahiri coos. "Prettiest eyes I've ever seen." This is far too much fun, but she needs to stop and get back to business.

Later.

Zekk glares at Jag and then at Tahiri.

"Do not," he mutters one last time.

"As fun as this is, there are more serious things that need to be discussed right now," Jaina states, looking at her friends across the table. "Like paying off these vaping tabs."

Tahiri sighs and turns away from Zekk for a moment. "You two are still Bound, right?"

A nod. "Yep. Which means neither of us will be able to get back to our credit accounts any time soon."

Or to where there's bacta to help aid with the healing. Force dammit.

"You and Zekk aren't, though."

Assuming nothing's changed in the last few weeks.

"Right. I was going to offer to go home and take care of all that for you."

Such a thoughtful and kind friend Tahiri is!

... okay, actually she just didn't want to have to bounce them out of the place. Even though she doesn't know if Security would have to do that, it's better not to take any chances.

Zekk rolls his eyes and pokes at Tahiri's arm. "What's the catch?"

Even if that offer didn't exactly include him.

"Really?" Ignoring Zekk, Jaina grins at Tahiri's offer. "Think you'd be willing to pick up some bacta patches, too?"

"Sure thing," she replies. "Make up a list and I'll do my best to get it all."

She's got to grab Master Windu's lightsaber parts, after all. Since someone never went back to run that errand for her.

Jag looks slightly uncomfortable with this. "You mean we'll just give you our credit account information?"

"Think you'd be willing to pick up money for us, too?"

Zekk? Lazy? Say it ain't so.

"You're a big boy," she tells Zekk. "And not Bound like those two. You need a job anyway-- why not go pick up your own?"

"You got the only good job you can get around here," he complains. "Anyway, we have a job."

It's just not here.