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Val walks in the bar, goes behind the counter and rescues a mug of tea. For some odd reason, the mug has a huge heart and smiley face on it. She grimaces at it, and sticks her tongue out at the mug. It would seem that the girl is in a rather poor mood for some odd reason. She takes her tray and sits on a bar stool sullenly. For some reason, it looks like it's going to be a long night.

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"Yeah...just...do you think he really likes me?" She asks, having to fret one last time.

"I do, Isabel. I really do. I haven't seen him this happy and bouncy since he came to the bar. I'm serious."

She blushes a little. "Well good. That makes me feel a little better. Okay...girly. Step one, confidence. If you believe you're wonderful, everyone will believe you are."

Val blinks. "But I'm not wonderful. That's beyond obvious. Granted, I know all about bravado. Wrote a bit too much of it." She takes a breath, sittign up straight. "Right. I'm wonderful, and I'm beautiful, and everyone wants me...." She shakes her head. "And I feel absurd."

"No. You should feel confident." Isabel stands up, flashing a huge smile. "Two minutes ago you saw me on the verge of tears saying I wasn't good enough." She says in a chipper voice. "Yet I can walk up to almost any guy in this bar and get him to tell me how beautiful and wonderful I am wiht a simple smile and hello." She sits back down. "But it is exhausting."

Val smirks a bit. "Granted, I could probably walk up to any guy in this bar and get them to think that I'm greatly interested in what they have to say, but that's verbal. Like I said, you're about fifty thousand times prettier than I am."

Isabel sighs. "You are pretty. In fact I was kind of jealous of the fact that for a bit I thought Warren might like you."

"Psh." Val shrugs, walking a carful line. "Trust me, Very few people have ever liked me. I think I can count that number on one hand."

Isabel points to the girl's pinky. "Warren."

She smiles a little.

"I think he's over that now though...hopefully..."

Val shakes her head. "He didn't really like me. He was just shocked that someone was nice to him." She sighs. "He does like you, though. I'm positive of that."

"I know. I do know that when I'm not angsting over nothing." She smiles. "He really makes me happy."

Val's eyes twinkle. "Good. I can tell. Just like my Luke makes me happy." She giggles a bit. "Frell. I never thought I'd be with Luke Skywalker. That's what fangirls dream of, not me."

"Okay so girly...Appearance, not looks, is everything." She says, smiling at the giddyness radiating off the other girl. "Have you ever...um...donei t?" She asks, once more getting off topic.

"Done what?" Val asks, in all innocence.

"See now you're being girly. Have you ever...you know..."

"I don't know, Isabel. I'm lost."

"You're cruel." She laughs, blushing hard. "Are you a virgin?"

She turns rather red at this. "Uhm, yeah. I am. I, um, never really even thought about sex till I came into the bar." Ok, so when you sleep with a hot Jedi, you can't help but have it cross your mind....

"Well...good. Now I don't feel alone in that state. But...would you? I mean...okay you have Luke...what if he wanted to...?"

"Uhm... Well, I admit that I've thought about it. I don't know what I'd do if it actually happened, though."

Isabel nods. "We're being girly right now...talking about boys and...stuff. See you're good at this." Her mind is drifting a bit to Warren...

Val chuckles a bit. Her mind is definitly belonging to a certain Jedi right now as well. "Yeah, so if anything eventually does happen, I'm so nervous that I'm going to be horrible cause I don't know what to do. Granted, I read about it in a bio book when I was four, but that's different."

"Oh God yes me too. I'm like...it's gonna be this huge deal and then...it's just gonna suck."

Val laughs. "Yeah, I know. See, part of me is going to be all worried cause, yeah. I'm in love with him, and I don't want to be all horrible, and drive him away."

"What's love like?"