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?"

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[unusual_sith]

"Are we waiting for the rest of the band?" Lana asked.

[suitably_heroic]

Jack shook his head. "Trent has an afterparty somewhere, Jill's brothers are here to visit, and Dane was saying something about an early night," he said. "I was thinking I could go say goodbye to him real quick and then we'll head out?"

[unusual_sith]

Lana nodded. "I'll wait outside. Give them my congratulations."

[suitably_heroic]

Jack snorted, but all he said was a, "Will do," before he vanished back through the door.

He came back about five minutes later, now wearing his jacket, a bag slung over his shoulder. "You can leave the boxes," he said. "Dane'll pick 'em up on the way out."

[unusual_sith]

"If you're sure." Lana was skeptical, but Jack knew this area better than she did.

"Which way to the shawarma?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Out the door," Jack said, amused. "Then take a left."

He was already moving.

[unusual_sith]

Lana followed. "So what kind of food is shawarma? Where is it from?" Earth had entirely too many cultures for such a tiny planet.

[suitably_heroic]

Yeah, and Jack kind of loved it for that. Not that he'd admit to being a nerd about it unless pressured.

"It's from the Middle East," he said, as he passed through the door and into the night. "Shaved meat, usually served in a wrap with salad and sauces."

[unusual_sith]

"Sounds good," Lana said. "Spicy?"

[suitably_heroic]

"As spicy as you want to make it," Jack said. Amused, he added: "What, scared?"

[unusual_sith]

"Just curious," Lana said. "I enjoy spicy food; I'm not a heathen."