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For Valentine; Momentary Peace
Jun. 8th, 2019 10:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starcrossedscoundrelTatooine wouldn’t have been Abric’s first choice of vacation spot. But the others were crowded and noisy and had too much potential to bring back unpleasant ghosts of their recent trials. The little desert planet was out of the way, not at all densely populated, and so long as one could stand the heat, or find a way to stay out of it, it was quiet.
Val would arrive to find quite the gathering at his stronghold there. Many of their crew members had chosen to remain on their ships, but several were gathered around the bar, idly chatting, drinking and enjoying the peace, when tension between soldiers of the Empire and Republic were low. Flow and Oberon were somewhere on the property, hidden away in an underground room and definitely not wanting to be found. Inside, Natirru slept on one of the couches, passively watched over by his crew - Lokin and Vector played a team game of cards against Kaliyo and Corso - probably best not to ask how that team was formed. The former pair raised their hands in greeting as Val passed, but said nothing, to avoid waking Natirru.
And out on the balcony, the jukebox was on, and Abric was dancing to it alone, a popular club dance with little originality but plenty of fun, and easy to match to the beat of most songs. He chuckled, seeing Val enter, and turned off the jukebox with his elbow as he leaned casually on it. Everyone was having a good time, nobody was dying or broken. He was in a good mood.
“Hey, there! Sorry we took over your place a little.”
Val would arrive to find quite the gathering at his stronghold there. Many of their crew members had chosen to remain on their ships, but several were gathered around the bar, idly chatting, drinking and enjoying the peace, when tension between soldiers of the Empire and Republic were low. Flow and Oberon were somewhere on the property, hidden away in an underground room and definitely not wanting to be found. Inside, Natirru slept on one of the couches, passively watched over by his crew - Lokin and Vector played a team game of cards against Kaliyo and Corso - probably best not to ask how that team was formed. The former pair raised their hands in greeting as Val passed, but said nothing, to avoid waking Natirru.
And out on the balcony, the jukebox was on, and Abric was dancing to it alone, a popular club dance with little originality but plenty of fun, and easy to match to the beat of most songs. He chuckled, seeing Val enter, and turned off the jukebox with his elbow as he leaned casually on it. Everyone was having a good time, nobody was dying or broken. He was in a good mood.
“Hey, there! Sorry we took over your place a little.”
