A Music Venue in Brooklyn, Sunday Evening

[suitably_heroic]

Yes, Jack believed all the Force users in the multiverse could use a few lessons in doing normal people things more often. He had frequently coerced, wheedled, and poked several of them into it over the years. But this? Making Lana Beniko, ex-Sith spymaster, man the merch booth?

Had to be his greatest achievement.

It maybe gave a little extra oomph to his performance that evening.

It was also when, after they were done, one of the first things he did was haul his sweaty ass back to the merch stand. "Sooo," he said, grinning. "How are we doing?"

[[ for a lana ]]

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[unusual_sith]

Lana shook her head at that grin. "Don't sweat on the merch." She cashed another fan out. "Sales are good, people are mostly happy, and I've only had to stop one person from swiping something. And I didn't even take off their arm."

Were you proud of her, Jack?

"If this is what all sales is like, I'm glad I don't do it more often." She smiled at the next person. At least years of being a Sith Spymaster gave her a talent for pretending.