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Zekk's at the bar with a glass of Whyren's. People watching. And not thinking about incident with Val earlier today. No, really, he isn't!

What? Mun's been paper writing all day. She's officially brain dead.

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This mun's been up since 6:30, but not paper-writing. Yay no more classes!

There is a blonde to his right, ordering hot chocolate.

"So what're you so happy about?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. "Finally manage to convince someone you were a king?"

Uh uh, he's not trusting this blonde one bit. He knows better.

So Zekk immediately tries to push thoughts of nekkid!Val out of his head (well, as much as possible for a twenty seven year old sexually deprived man) this way Tahiri doesn't have one clue.

Riiiight.

"Nope." A grin. "What about you, sandflea? Meet another wizard today?"

"You know it's really not polite to undress people in your mind in public," she remarks casually.

Hurrah for catching hints of things through the mindmeld!

"We're not," Zekk hisses, glaring at her.

Oh, if looks could kill.

He cloes his eyes for a moment, working on strengthing the shields in his mind. "Get the kriff out of our head, sand flea."

"Wasn't in your head, vent crawler. Your thoughts are so loud it's a wonder every Jedi in the Bar hasn't heard them."

She grins, and now it's less innocent and more triumphant.

He glares at her. "Are not."

There's a small pause as Zekk tries to hide a small wave of self consciousness. "Besides, Jaina would tell us if we were."

Tahiri waves a hand dismissively. "Like she'd notice. I bet her and Jag are way too busy to worry about what you're projecting."

That glare gets a little more icy and his hand curls around his Whyren's glass. "Sithspawn, they're not doing anything like that."

Yet, anyway.

"Sure," she agrees, taking a sip of hot chocolate.

Yet.

"They're not! They're talking." He frowns and glowers some more. "Kriff, Tahiri, just believe us for once?"

"What, and take all the magic out of our little conversations?"

"Better watch it." A small smirk teases his lips. "Wouldn't want word getting back to your droid suitors tha you're dumping them for a wizard?"

"You see, that's the great thing about droids-- they come with restraining bolts and the option to memory-wipe."

She smirks. "And they never forget to cut or wash their hair."

Yes, that was a jab at Zekk's lack of personal style.

"Don't know what you're talking about."

He runs a hand through his hair. Totally unconciously of course.

"It looks fine. Unlike that hawkbat nest that you call hair."

"At least I wash mine," Tahiri points out.

"You must have us confused with someone else." He quirks an eyebrow. "Don't see how that's possible."

"Must be my special talent."

A grin. "Bet it gets all the droids riled up."

Tahiri winks at him over the rim of her mug. "You have no idea."

"Really?"

Do tell more, Tahiri.

"You know, when they're just getting warmed up and you just reach out with the Force and--"

She pauses, as if suddenly realizing something. "Oh, wait. You've never been with another being like that have you? Well, except the bugs."

Zekk's green eyes widen a little and he listens intently.

That is, until, she comments on the blasted bugs. It takes him a moment or two for everything to process, but then he forces out a long suffering sigh. "Again, don't know what you're talking about."

Tahiri gives him a friendly pat on the arm and a knowing smile. "Of course, Zekk. Of course."

He shakes his head and rolls his eyes. "Anyone ever tell you that taking out your own sexual frustrations on someone else isn't fair? Oh, wait, must've skipped that at sandflea school."

"You seem to be forgetting that we graduated from the same Jedi Academy, laser brains," comes the reply.

She's not taking out frustrations on him, and he started it anyway.

"Meant before that," he retorts.

"You're still laser-brained."

The childishness, it burns us.

Smiiiiiirk. "Great comeback."

"'s better than yours."

And now she hides behind her drink.

"Right." Zekk's not believing that. Not one bit.

But maybe he'll try to start conversation. Just to prove he can be polite.

"Hiding behind your drink isn't mature, Tahiri. What would Howl think?"

Well, he's only trying to help.

Cue death glare over the rim of the mug.

"Like you have any idea what goes through a normal human's mind."

"Course we do."

"Liar."

He shakes his head again, sighing. "Fine. Doesn't matter if you don't believe us."

Tahiri takes another sip.

"You give up too easily."

"Only strategic retreat till something better co-"

He falters mid-sentance and stares around the Bar as he bites down hard on his lip, wide eyed again. ""

The Jedi snorts into her hot chocolate. "Let me guess-- they finally stopped talking?"

His eyes clamp shut and Zekk gives a small nond, not trusting himself to talk right now. Instead, he hunches over the bar, clutching the drink tightly in his hands and willing Jaina to stop.

Tahiri stands and picks up her drink. "Sucks to be you, vent crawler," she says, patting him on the shoulder.

Zekk visibly flinches at her touch and bolts straight up in his chair, biting his lower lip harder to prevent any sound from coming out.

Kriffing vapin' Fel!

A blink, and he stumbles from the chair, taking off in a sprint to his room.

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