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[undignified]

You know what's the best thing in any galaxy?

REMOTE-CONTROLLED TOY X-WINGS.

Or at least, Wes would tell you so, or perhaps demonstrate; he's sitting up on a table, feet on a chair, flying the little starfighter around the bar. Up among the rafters and down almost low enough to annoy the waitrats and just at the right level to go right over people's heads.



Honestly, the chocolate? Just adds a bit of focus.

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[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton may be in the rafters, peering down, a tad angst-tastically mournfully.

"Hey."

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"Hello," Wes says, peering up.

He flies the X-wing just past Atton, letting it hover for a moment.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton may squint at Wes, for just a second.
"Did I ... call you pretty, a little while ago?" There may be something close to a look of abject horror on his face.

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"Yes," Wes says with a grin. "Statin' the obvious, an' all."

He moves the X-wing forward again, a little. Questioningly.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton headrafters.
"I was hoping I was imagining things." He pointedly ignores the X-Wing, because even when off the candy, it's still not fair that Wes gets one and he doesn't.

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The X-wing continues to buzz around Atton for a couple seconds before zooming off at a lower altitude to circle the bar; possibly this is in place of Wes going pfft.

"Whyyy? It's true! So why wouldn't you want to admit it?"

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Because you'll mock me forever," Beat. "'Course, I can do the same thing. You called me pretty twice."

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"Well, I will, but -- ... twice?"

He frowns a little and thinks about this.

"Don't thiiink so. Did I? Anyway, only to state the obvious again, see. Doesn't mean I like you," he adds, and pulls a face.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton coughs.
"Obviously it doesn't mean that. I mean I don't like you. That'd be weird. Freaky weird."

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"Reeeally weird," Wes agrees, flying the X-wing a little closer now and glancing up at Atton. "We're just friends. Wingmates but not like how me an' Hobbie are cause that would be weird again."

The X-wing almost crashes into Bar as he's glancing up at Atton, and he winces and corrects its course.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, icky. Y'know, all my wingmates died horribly," Atton muses (sudden changes of subject for the win) cheerfully. "I hope that's not forboding."

[undignified]

"...well, I've been reported dead lots -- does that count?"

He tries to continue the remote-controlling while fishing in his pocket for a candy bar, but it doesn't quite work as an indignant waitrat will probably testify, so he concentrates on bringing the X-wing in for now.

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

"Would the owner of one mouse-sized x-wing please stop flying it into people's coffee?"

Chloe's hiding in a booth, sulking over the events of last night with a cup of coffee and copy of the Daily Planet, completely ignored.

Not her fault she can't get her mind off things.

At least this time, she's wearing real clothing. Unlike those pajamas from last night.

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:O! goes Wes because he knows that voice. The X-wing stays by Chloe's booth (although circling it a little higher, now) as he hops off his table and approaches, controller in his hands.

Then the X-wing stops circling and just hovers right over Chloe's head.

Because Wes is just staring, see.

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

Chloe is not in the mood for having one X-wing hover right over he head, so a hand goes up and an X-wing goes down.

Stupid X-wing. It's one of those things Riley would've liked and Riley's still angry at her for things that Aren't Her Fault. It all sucks. A lot.

So much so that she doesn't even see Wes staring.

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Wes only makes a small indignant noise at the attack on his X-wing, and sits down on the other side of the booth.

He points at her accusingly.

"You were twelve."

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

"Sixteen," Chloe corrects, rolling her eyes. "There's a bit of a difference there, Wes."

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Wes waves it off. Sixteen, twelve, same difference.

"What happened? You're old now. And don't break my X-wing, I don't think Winter'll get me another one."

Actually, she looks about old enough that he'd flirt with her, normally. It's mildly disconcerting, even with the effect of the chocolate not quite faded.

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

"Don't go flying your X-wing into people's coffee then," she responds, ignoring his question. "Caffeine fixes are a necessity must sometimes."

Chloe tilts her head, looking at him for a few seconds longer before shrugging and letting go of the toy. It's still sort of...well, Riley didn't take it so well. And Chichiri's just special. Who's to say Wes will take it well, either?

"Twenty is not old."

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Wes makes a grab for the toy when she lets go, and looks it over quickly before paying attention again.

"--twenty?"

Yeah ... definitely not twelve anymore. He eyes Chloe thoughtfully.

"Is this time in your world kriffing up, or am I just more out of it than I thought?"

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

"As much as I'd love to confirm the second hunch, I got locked out of here for four years."

She picks up the coffee mug and cups it tightly in her hands. Chloe looks down in to the brown liquid and frowns at her reflection.

"If you think it's weird, how do you think I feel? Four years is a long itme."

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Wes stares at her, lowering the X-wing back to the table.

"You really didn't come here at all for four years? That is a long time, I mean, I know time's weird here anyway but I'm pretty sure it's only been a couple months since I saw you, at most."

Weeeeird, is his educated opinion.

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

Chloe doesn't even bother to dignify that with a response. Instead, he just gets a look that can only be read as "Um yeah. Duh."

[undignified]

Wes pffts and leans against the back of the booth, fidgeting with the X-wing a little.

"Well ... what did you do in four years? Anything really weird for your wall thing? Drink a lot of stupidly-flavoured caf? Drop out of school and run away to join a travelling funfair?"

... he gets used to the time thing, really, what with certain four year olds. It's just a vaguely interesting novelty, now.

[mandercommander.livejournal.com]

Bonzo nearly gets his head taken off by one of the X-Wings, and ends up ducking to the floor when it buzzes him. "Hey...where'd that come from?!?"