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[iprotectyou]

Chirrut Imwe is a very patient man. Baze woke him up one too many times with ice baths, so Chirrut started plotting. He waited until Baze appeared to have completely forgotten about the promised revenge.

So Baze Malbus is not expecting this. Not at all.

He yawns as he ambles downstairs for a meal and some surprise tea, which is his arrangement with Bar to give him beverages he's never tried before. The larger man takes a seat at the bar, and picks up the teacup that materializes. He takes a gulp--and spits the disgusting liquid out.

Baze slams the cup on the counter hard enough to annoy Chirrut, if he's listening, but not hard enough to crack the mug. The larger man paws at his tongue in an effort to remove the taste of the foul drink. He never thought he'd have to suffer through that again, after so many years of drinking nothing else while on Jedha.

"Bar, you gave me Tarine?" he says, wounded. "Why?"

A napkin pops up. Baze reads it, and crumples it in his hand, gritting his teeth.

"Chirrut Imwe!" Baze bellows, whirling around to start his search for the prankster. "I'm gonna kill you again!"

Luckily for Chirrut, Baze rarely looks up. The smaller man is in the rafters, stifling a giggle.

(OOC: Tag one or the other! Baze will be looking for Chirrut, and may or may not find him in all threads.)

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[idontneedluck]

Chirrut has arranged for so much Tarine, so much. He is pretty sure Baze won't come up here after him, but... Well. It's going to be a lot of Tarine.

Chirrut isn't sorry.

[iprotectyou]

Baze has a sneaking suspicion Chirrut wouldn't leave the room when he could see Baze's reaction. He sweeps the room with his gaze, checking the stairs, the kitchen doorway, and the back door. It takes him longer than he'd like to check up, into the rafters.

"Chirrut!" Baze snaps, stalking over to where his friend sits.

"First of all, how dare you. Secondly, I demand that you reverse it. But before that, you need to come down here so I can kick your ass!"

[idontneedluck]

"Frankly I think this revenge is fairly mild, I will not, and... you have some high hopes there, Malbus." Chirrut beams down at his friend, sprawling comfortably along the wood beam. "Enjoying your tea?"

[iprotectyou]

Baze growls at him, a 1.8 meter tower of spitting fury. The larger Jedhan glares up at the smaller, cheeky bastard, clenching and unclenching his fists.

"No, I am not, and you know it," Baze grumbles, looking around for a table to climb on. He drags one over to under where Chirrut sits, and clambers on top, stretching his arms above his head to try and reach Chirrut's feet.

"How the hell did you get up there?"

[idontneedluck]

Chirrut tucks his feet up on top of the wood at the sound of Baze's approach, his smile widening ridiculously.

"Oh, with a little creativity. I'm glad you are liking your tea, there's ever so much more of it."

[iprotectyou]

Hear that, Chirrut? That's the sound of your best friend in the universe grinding his teeth into dust. Now why would you want to be the cause of such a sound?

Baze has no idea how Chirrut got into the damn rafters. Baze has no idea how he's going to get into the damn rafters. He climbs off his table, locates a chair, and then sets it on top of the table, praying to the Force it doesn't topple when he climbs on.

It doesn't. It does, however, shift uncomfortably under his feet after he jumps.

"I've had a lifetime of Tarine tea, and you know this, you irreverent bastard," Baze says, growling.

"You had the opportunity to run."

[idontneedluck]

Chirrut, alarmed at the determination of this chase, picks himself up and moves further down the beam, stepping lightly away from where Baze is launching his attack.

"And it would be such a tragedy to let the habit of a lifetime cease." Chirrut declares, as he makes his escape. "Why, within months you might forget the flavor."

[notmygrandfather]

Anakin is a few bar stools away. For him, it's afternoon: he's had his morning lessons of lifting leaves and all that nonsense, and the afternoon is free time. He's chosen to spend it in Milliways. As he sips his juice and watches Baze erupt, he realises this was a good decision.

(After Baze yelled at the other man, Anakin extended his Force presence; he can sense Chirrut, but hasn't physically reacted. Just innocently sipping juice over here.)

[idontneedluck]

Chirrut is observing the scene below with absolute glee, enjoying the fit of rage and his well-earned revenge. He really couldn't have hoped for a better reaction.

[iprotectyou]

Baze is tempted to run off to their room and pummel his friend, but he has a sneaking suspicion that Chirrut wouldn't leave the main bar--he'd want to watch Baze's reaction, he's sure.

He scans the barroom, and his gaze falls on the boy. "Hoi. Anakin. Did you see Chirrut?"

[notmygrandfather]

Anakin shakes his head. "No," he answers honestly. "I haven't seen him today."

[idontneedluck]

Good boy! Chirrut will have to make sure if he gets the boy a hot chocolate later. His sense of glee fills the Force, his happiness a bright little star.

This is working out even better than he hoped.

[iprotectyou]

Then this boy is useless to Baze. He continues scanning the room, checking the stairs, the kitchen door, and the back door. His Force presence roils, seething with frustration and annoyance.

[moonandstar]

Meanwhile, a dark elf approaches the Bar. He side-eyes Baze as he slides into a seat to his right.

"Tea," he says.

Beat.

"Not the kind he's having."

[iprotectyou]

Baze side-eyes the non-human right back, in between scanning the room for Chirrut. The large Guardian knows the smaller one probably wouldn't leave the room--he'd want to see Baze's reaction.

"I didn't intentionally order that tea," he growls at the newcomer.

"Tarine is nasty stuff."

(OOC: Thanks for tagging in! Garyn-Baze-Chirrut for an order?)

[idontneedluck]

Chirrut has a fold of his robe held tight over his mouth to muffle his giggles - this is even better than he could have hoped. Baze sounds so annoyed - serve him right for the cold awakenings.

[moonandstar]

"I figured as much," Garyn says, as a hot cup of Glenumbra Green appears before him.

"I take it this is the Bar's fine sense of humor at work?"

[iprotectyou]

"No," Baze spits, checking the stairs, the kitchen door, and the back door--all with his eyes.

"This is my bastard of a friend's doing. He's convinced Bar to give me nothing but Tarine in revenge for dumping him into a bath full of ice."

[idontneedluck]

Bastard of a friend? Nah, just the bastard himself, Chirrut hasn't had kids.

In wedlock or otherwise.

"More than once. Much more than once." He carols down, kyber-bright and utterly unrepentant.

[rhymes_with_boss]

There's a woman at the bar, in drab beige clothes and huge black boots, drinking coffee from a rather huge mug.

"Is that a regular occurrence, you killing that person?" she asks, curious.

Hey, this is Milliways. Some people seem to regenerate as easily as she'd change her clothes.

[iprotectyou]

"Not usually, no," Baze spits, his attention split between her and the room at large. He's pretty sure Chirrut would want to see Baze's reaction, so the smaller Guardian shouldn't have left this room. Pretty sure.

"But he's dead anyway, so I can't very well kill him the first time. Have you seen him? Blind, wears black and red, looks like a bastard?"

(OOC: Thanks for tagging in! Just Baze-Alex for now?)

[rhymes_with_boss]

"No, I haven't," she says. "I was drowning my soul in coffee, though. I would have overlooked him in neon green and orange, too."

[iprotectyou]

"Souls usually recover from drownings," Baze grumbles, folding his arms. He scans the back door, the stairs, and the kitchen door.

"They're hearty things."

[rhymes_with_boss]

"They do," she says. "Would you like some as well, as your frenemy made the bar give you that, what is it, horrid tea? Is it as bad as ginseng?"

[iprotectyou]

"No. Thank you," Baxe snaps, grinding his teeth.

He doesn't know what ginseng is, and he doesn't know or care what a frenemy is--though he could probably figure it out if he stopped to think about it--and he doesn't want coffee, damn it. He wants tea. His wants his tea, which is not Tarine.

Shavit. Shavit, shavit, shavit.

"I don't know what ginseng is, but I'm pretty sure Tarine is worse."