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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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[col-cardboard.livejournal.com]

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

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

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

[col-cardboard.livejournal.com]

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."

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[col-cardboard.livejournal.com]

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

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

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.

[col-cardboard.livejournal.com]

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.

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

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."

[col-cardboard.livejournal.com]

"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.