From the Portalocity Station to Somewhere Not Very Nice, GFFA, Monday

[suitably_heroic]

Atton had gotten his blaster from the weapons' locker, filled up his backpack with some provisions in case he had to sleep on the floor and/or got hungry, and he had... well, he hadn't showered. But he'd at least washed his hands, which counted. Somewhere.

Anyway.

Nothing else to do now but wait for the kid to show up. Or leave without him if he didn't show up on time. Atton could be nice, but not that nice - he needed this break. Especially after the weekend.

[ for the kid. ]

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[myownface]

"I like that one," Sparkle noted, grinning. "That was the one I mostly didn't suck at."

A beat.

"You just got lucky, is all."

Well! It was true!

"I'm thinking even if there are giant fucking slug-guys, this still beats the island. Good break, man. Good break."

[suitably_heroic]

"It's a couple of days - week, whatever-- without waking up in the morning to find you're somewhere else. Or somebody else."

Atton held up his glass. "I'll drink to that," he said. "And to not being anywhere near the Skywalkers... or Sia... or anyone else. Oh, and to Cade missing this trip, the stoopa."

... Look, juma juice kicked hard.

[myownface]

"Heh. Stoopa."

Indeed it did.

"Drinking to all of that," Sparkle decided, lifting his own glass, "and to more drinking. To a whole crapload of drinking. Friggin' cheers."

[suitably_heroic]

"And remember," Atton said, slamming back another mouthful, "It's not a good trip to Nar Shaddaa without waking up surrounded by dancers on a transport to Ord Mantell with no idea how you got there."