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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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"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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