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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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"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?"

She ponders for a moment. "Well, it's not the same for everyone, first of all. For some, it's a grand passion, a drive to be with a person, be a part of them. For some, it's a soft caring, a quiet desire to spend all of your time with them, and do anything for them. For others, it's lust, a passionate sexual drive. Even others have all of them." She shrugs. "I just know that I want to be with Luke. He makes me feel comfortable, like I'm actually nineteen and not a million years old like I feel."

"That's really sweet." Isabel smiles. "You're good at this girly thing."

Val wrinkles her nose. "Psh. If you say so." She shrugs. "I think too much. That's my problem.

"Yeah me too." Isabel admits, nodding. "I shouldn't...but I do."

She chuckles. "Yeah. Totally my problem too. I'm used to being deep, that when it comes time to be something else, well, I get lost."

"I'm just used to everything being this insanely important issue...I think Warren helpsm e relax."

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