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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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Jaina's definately facepalming now, kicking at his leg again. "Jag, I really don't wanna be down here while they go at it."

Tahiri winks at Zekk. "C'mon then pretty eyes," she says, pushing him out of the booth. "You can put in a down payment for all you're going owe me after this errand back home."

Zekk's eyes sparkle and he grins. If this was what he was going to owe her for the money run, he's really not going to complain.

"Sure thing, sandflea," he gets in as he stumbles out of the booth, not even making a crack at the 'pretty eyes' name. "Sounds kriffing astral."

That facepalm has definitely turned to a grimace and Jaina kicks at Jag again, warningly.

"What?" Jag's getting kicked bantha eyes. "Would you rather they did it here in the booth?"

Very practical, he is.

Tahiri grins wickedly as she leads the way upstairs. "Just wait until I find the apron."

Jaina meets his kicked bantha eyes with a pair of her own. "Rather we were the ones doing it instead."

Cause right now is definately one of those times Jaina does not like being Zekk's mindmate.

Zekk doesn't gulp as he follows Tahiri away from the booth and towards the stairs. No, really. "...apron?"

Jag gives a dramatic sigh. "Is that a request for a distraction?"

Jaina eyes him, grinning lopsidedly. "What do you think, lover boy?"

Jag just shakes his head. By this point in the relationship, he shouldn't even have to ask.

"You're going to have to move your legs first."

"If you say so," she replies, carefully moving her legs off of Jag's lap to the now vacant bench across from them. "That better?"

"Yes," he says, sliding out of the booth and picking up her crutches. "Need any help?"

Jaina winces - Zekk and Tahiri have made it inside a room - but shakes her head. "Think we can manage."

Unless Jag could suddenly teleport the crutches, her, and himself out of the bar proper and upstairs.

Alas, he is not that talented.

He will, however, help her hobble upstairs as quickly and carefully as possible. Perhaps not carry her this time-- it gets kind of old after a while.

Jaina pickus up the crutches and stands from the booth, remembering this time not to put any weight on her left leg. She arranges the crutches and nods towards the stairs.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" she asks, taking a few steps foward. "Think we have a distraction to get to, Jagged."

"Yes ma'am," he replies with a smile.

And so they hobble off, with a minimum of fuss and cursing. Well... as little as humanly possible. Which is actually more than you'd think, but... yeah. They get there eventually.

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