Atton's Coruscant, Saturday

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Bright side: Atton had actually managed to get off the planet, and had subsequently even managed to catch a nap on the ship, which made him feel a lot better. Bad side: spending several hours tooling above an evil Sith artifact had not been good for him, and now he was trying desperately to remember the name of the blond guy he hated so much. It was something with an N, right?

It'd come back to him. Some things already had. The emptiness in his gut was shrinking again; it was just a matter of time and exposure now.

It was just a pain in the ass.

Anyway, Blond Guy With An N looked livid when he set the Hawk down by the Temple, but Atton had said he had an important meeting coming up (which he did) and he didn't have the time (which he didn't). At which point Blond Guy With An N had decided to invite himself along on the jaunt to go pick up, uh, what was it again? Glitter?

Damn it.

"You should not be doing this," Blond Guy told him again. "In fact, you should not have gone in the first place, but right now we should give you medical attention, perhaps some scans..."

"I'll be fine," Atton said, rolling his eyes as he pushed open the door to the Portalocity station. "It's temporary memory loss. It comes back, I know that, it's come back before. Just got to, you know--" He pulled a face, then snapped his fingers as Blond Guy let the door shut behind him. "--what's the phrase? Work itself out? No."

Blond Guy, Blond Guy, B-- Mical? Mical. Mical was right. Mical sighed. "I don't even know if you are dodging my questions or you genuinely don't remember," he said. "If there is a threat out there--"

"No threat," Atton said. "Well, there is a threat, not just from this planet. I don't know if the Sith seeded badness there just to get me killed, or they shot me down above the planet because they knew it would make things worse and I'd, you know, get my ass killed, but where I went, there's nothing left with two brain cells to rub together."

Mical rubbed at his forehead. "Can we again touch upon how utterly stupid this was and how you should be in medbay?"

"I can't spend every Saturday in medbay."

"No, but you are doing your utmost best."

And so it was an arguing set of Lost Jedi who waited in the Portalocity lounge, attracting some small amount of attention.

[[ for sparkle ]]

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In Sparkle's defense, it hadn't been the stealing he'd been stupid about?

"See, I think that's just the line we're going to stick to to avoid this prison future of yours," Atton said. "Don't be stupid. Don't do anything heavily illegal." Beat. "Maybe avoid drugs until the parole is over. You know. The heavy ones."

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"I mostly avoid the heavy ones," Sparkle protested. "And pot is... kind of ambiguously legal these days!"

It wasn't even really decriminalized, Sparkle. Cops just generally cared about it marginally less these days, unless they were looking for an excuse to convict you.

Which was what you were trying to avoid, remember?

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"Then you're probably fine unless you start selling it on the street," Atton mused. "Or start growing it in the house's basement, I guess."

You were a Jedi, Atton.

"And give me a call if you do ever need to get busted out of jail. I've broken out of jail tons of times, we'll figure something out."

YOU WERE A JEDI.

[myownface]

Atton was Sparkle's favourite Jedi!!

"Hey, thanks," he replied, shooting him a grin. "I'll keep that in mind. I'm really not looking forward to that whole 'shitty twenty year reunion because I'm an ex-con or something' thing happening for real. God, I'd die."

Well, no. He'd probably just be miserable for a long while, and then proceed to make more terrible life choices afterwards.

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And Atton would be pissed off and miserable for a while and then turn into a complete killjoy. Or something. He was a little fuzzy on the details, and frankly, he was okay with that.

Weird enough he'd be alive in twenty years.

"Seriously," he said, "That is the worst way to waste the best fifteen-to-twenty of your life. Let's not do that." He patted the back of Sparkle's chair. "Hey, didn't you get free coffee out of the deal, at least? I remember that one."

[myownface]

"That, I remember," Sparkle agreed. "I think I flirted with the barista until she comped out my breakfast. And I would have gotten away with it, too, if you hadn't outed me as gay."

Thanks, future killjoy Atton!

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Atton let out a little snort. "See, never run a con like that anywhere people actually know you," he said. "That's just asking for someone to come around and screw it up." Beat. "Sorry about that, though."

Way to go, Future Atton, screwing up someone's perfectly fine free coffee.

[myownface]

"Nah, it's fine," Sparkle replied with a shrug. "I was an idiot and you were a dick. At the end of the day, it probably balances out or something."

That was probably meant to be reassuring.

"I mean, I'm still an idiot, and you're still a dick, but at least we're not butting heads about it or anything."

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"Hey, I'm a charming, good-looking scoundrel that people love to be around," Atton protested. "But way to go on the self-knowledge. Don't know what the hell future me was, though."

Something something Mical dark side something.

[myownface]

"Stuffy?"

Stuffy seemed like a good start, anyway. See, Sparkle was helping!

"Another reason for me to never go to prison, I guess. I need to stick around here to save you from yourself, holy shit."

And all of that... being well-adjusted or whatever that was?

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Being mature and responsible and in control and capable of setting healthy boundaries? Eugh.

"Okay, I am never going to be stuffy," Atton felt the need to point out. "I just have to put that out there. But if I ever seem like I'm going full Jedi, make me go to a bar or something."

[myownface]

"Sounds good," Sparkle replied, smirking a bit. "You bust my ass out of prison, and I'll take you to, like, a bar a week as long as we both shall live."

Sparkle...

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"Depends on the planet, I guess," Atton mused. "I mean, if I break you out of jail, and then you wind up back in jail because you got caught drinking in a bar while you're under 21, that would legitimately be the dumbest thing I've ever heard."

Who let these two make their own decisions?

[myownface]

"Oh, come on. I have better fake I.D.s than that. And there are plenty of places I could go that don't care or that have lower drinking ages."

Clearly, these two and their decisions needed an intervention or something.

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That'd look really nice on a banner: 'INTERVENTION: Stop doing illegal and/or stupid shit, dunderheads'.

"Hey, I'm just saying," Atton said easily. "Anyway, sounds like we've got a plan here, fraught weekend issues over."

They did not really have a plan here.

[myownface]

"Works for me," Sparkle decided, nodding. "Futures: Fixed. Go team."

They were pretty much the worst at plans, actually.

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Atton could be pretty awesome at planning if he had to be! Just... more military engagements and Spec Ops stuff, less the future in general. Or not the future in general at all, really.

"And we're going to be planetside in another hour or so," he added. "I'll buy you a juma to celebrate the occasion."

And then he was dragging Sparkle to a swoop race, because that was a fantastic idea.