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WHO: bodhi rook, poe dameron, luke skywalker
WHERE: a bar, de chima
WHEN: backdated to 7/7
WHAT: two losers celebrate an anniversary, it does not go as planned
WARNINGS: alcohol, talk of things relevant to star wars (death, planetary destruction) and a drunk handsy boyfriend

[ If you asked Bodhi, he'd say it sometimes felt like longer than two years, but other times - like it hadn't been that long. But the day rang true, as of today both he and Poe had been on Earth for two years.

A bittersweet anniversary, it meant that they'd both outstayed countless friends, some of which who went back to nothing -- the same nothing that would await Bodhi when he returned home. But for him, it'd also meant two years of an opportunity which meant, well... being alive. It's hard not to think of that, and on most days it's scarcely a thought or worry. But today it was definitely weighing on his mind.

So naturally, he and Poe decided to do what anyone would do on a day like this. Let the day go with as little fanfare as possible, and find a bar, get good and drunk.

That's of course what they're doing, as Bodhi follows Poe deeper into the dimly lit and mostly uncrowded bar. ]

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[ It purposely isn’t even Poe’s favourite bar. It’s one where no one (hopefully) knows him, where they can get stupid drunk and no one will bother them. He grabs a booth for them both and a pitcher of beer as he slides into it. Soon, they both have drinks and Poe is holding his out to Bodhi’s with an expression close to a grimace. ]

Two years.

[ Cheers. ]

[ with a half attempt at a smile, he takes his glass and clinks it against Poe's. ]

And to who knows how many more.

[ Bodhi takes a pull from the glass then winces, because they hadn't chose the bar with the best drinks in the neighborhood but whatever, it'll get the job done, he hopes. ]

At least a few, I hope.

[ He smiles but it's thin. He hopes it more for Bodhi than himself, but he's not about to say that.

He doesn't make a face at all - bad beer being something he's now more than used to, and he drinks half his glass in one pull, before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. ]

Well, this is truly awful stuff.

I wouldn't mind at least a few. [ Well, it's true. As long as he has people here. Bodhi wants to ask if Poe really feels that way, but after a beat he chooses not to press and instead drinks more from his glass. No grimace this time. ]

Guess that's what we get for picking something so off the map, but as long as it serves it's purpose... [ he shrugs ]

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Never really thought I'd get even two years here, so. [ Not sure he even wanted it. But he does hope Bodhi gets as many as he possibly can. ]

Yeah, sorry. Just didn't really feel like fielding the paparazzi tonight, if you know what I mean.

Yeah, me neither. [ Bodhi huffs a quiet laugh, lacking humor. ] I thought, well, a few months and I'd be gone, but. Here we are.

[ Given how the rest of Rogue One had come and gone, on more than one occasion in some cases. He'd outstayed them, and - shit. He polishes off the rest of his glass quickly. ]

Fair enough. I don't want to deal with any of them tonight, as well.

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[ Yeah, he... said the wrong thing. He can see it. He offers an apologetic grimace and then reaches over with the pitcher to fill Bodhi's glass. ]

Yeah. Tonight is for getting drunker than a hutt at a coming of age party.

[ it's not Poe's fault, when it's a thought that's been lingering on the surface of his mind for the last few days. When Poe refills his glass, he tips it at him again. ]

Never been to a hutt coming of age party, but I'll take your word for it entailing that.

It's a long favour, but suffice it to say, try not to get in debt to a Hutt. Even one that's half way decent.

[ He takes another long drink, then sighs as he sets his glass back down.

There's a long pause as he chews on his own thoughts, before: ]

... I'm glad you're still here, buddy.

[ Luke had been there for... awhile. He was going to go with awhile, and not trying to base it on how many drinks he'd had, because they weren't a very good judge of time. One of the bad things about being Force sensitive: it was a lot harder to get smashed when the Force just unconsciously tried to keep you healthy. Having the stamina of a farmboy also didn't help matters, but that was fine. This was all fine. ]

[ It's only just been about three years now. This is the first time he's thought to do this without Han around. It's fine. ]

[ He was about a sip away from edging into tipsy territory, when he... thought he heard a familiar voice? There was no way, though; Poe and Bodhi were better than to come to a place like this. But he kept hearing it, and he finally scanned around the bar, spotting them a bit down the way, and wondering how he could have missed them. ]

[ ...well, he knew how he could have missed them, but he didn't want to think about that right now. ]

[ He got to his feet, making sure his balance was good, before heading over to the two of them. He reached out first, gently resting a hand on Bodhi's shoulder, favoring the two of them with a smile. ]

I thought I heard the two of you here.

You're definitely going to have to tell me about that one, some time. [ And then there's Poe's words, warming more than any alcoholic beverage could. He's about to reach across the table when they're interrupted... ]

You know I'm happy you're -- Luke?

[... by Luke. Bodhi's brow furrows as he looks over from the seemingly nearly smashed Jedi as he wanders up to the table to just where they are. A seedy bar in De Chima, getting smashed themselves. Not really a place he'd expect to run into his boyfriend. He shoots Poe a confused look, no he had no idea that Luke was here, he hadn't seen him when he walked in. ]

What are you doing here?

[ Poe glances up, just as surprised as Bodhi to see him, and catches Bodhi's eyes when the other man looks at him.

He's careful to keep his expression neutral, but he can't help but feel his chest fall, a little. He'd been hoping to have a quiet night with his friend. But he can't exactly turn Luke Skywalker of all people away. ]

Hey, buddy. Didn't know you were here. You ah - you want to join us?

[ Luke offered Bodhi a warm smile, and maybe it was more alcohol than just seeing him in a crappy bar, but there might have been a bit of a longing look in his eyes. Still, he wasn't so buzzed that he couldn't pick up the emotions aimed at him -- surprise from Bodhi, disappointment from Poe. He peered at him curiously, not sure what to make of the conflict his emotions and question created. ]

If I'm not intruding. I don't mind going back to my seat if you two would rather be alone.

[ Bodhi looks from Poe, slightly put out but offering an invitation anyways, to Luke and his warm smile and eyes.

Well, he had offered. ]

No, no. Come on and have a seat. I'll order another pitcher for the three of us --

[ He's waving down the bartender, scooting slightly to let Luke sit down beside him. ]

Nah, It's fine. We're just - I guess celebrating is the wrong word, but we're marking our anniversary.

[ The bartender comes over, gives them another pitcher and a glass, and Poe pours one for Luke.

Then he holds it up. ]

Two years on Earth.

[ Luke happily slid in beside Bodhi, though his mood sobered quickly at the reason for why they were there. So, it seemed their purposes for being there lined up. He waited until Poe finished pouring him one, happily accepting it before he carefully saluted with it. ]

Three. I think; leaving for a year and coming back a day later messed up my sense of time.

[ He smiled sadly, downing at least half of the glass, before continuing. ]

Han would bring me here every time something big happened. Though it usually turned into him attempting to drink me under the table.

[ Bodhi feels Luke's own mood shift, the somberness around the table and the sense of loss - it's never far from his thoughts, the memories of the people he's befriended and lost. And if he were to ask Poe, he'd imagine he felt the same - it's something that even after two years he's not used to.

He'd not known Han that well, but he near wishes he had. ]

That does sound like something he'd do. [ He raises his glass, looking between the other men. ] To friends, both here and there.

[ Poe raises his glass, a little grimly. ]

Friends.

[ But his expression breaks for half a second, a twitch of a smile on his lips before he adds: ]

And Han's absolute wreck of a car.

[ Luke's expression remained as he raised his glass, meeting Bodhi's somber salute, before downing what was left in it. Poe's addition almost made him choke on the last mouthful, though, and there was a smile on his face as he pulled the glass away. ]

Don't remind me. I inherited that piece of junk.

Did you really? [ Bodhi's grinning now, finishing the rest of his glass and moving to pour the next round for the three of them. ]

One of the first impressions I had of Earth, that was. I can still smell the stale french fries under the seats...

It was a terrible car, but Force knows he could drive it as fast as anything.

[ He takes his next round, looking down into it but not drinking it yet. ]

Hope I get a chance to see him again, one of these days.

[ Luke let out a faint snort. ]

After some of the things I found left over in it, I'm pretty sure that wasn't stale french fries...

[ Poe's words brings him back to an almost sullen silence. It was hard to deal with; being without Han was like he was captured by Jabba all over again. Being without him was hard, tantamount to what it would feel like if his sister ever left. ]

[ And what was worse, was Poe probably wouldn't see him unless he appeared here. ]

...I miss him.

I don't think I want to ask what that could possibly be.

[ Some things were better off unknown. What lingered under the seats of Han Solo's vehicle was probably one of those things. His gaze shifted from Poe, and back to Luke. Like with Poe, he'd not get to see Solo again unless he were to come back.

Which he could. But he might not. Or he'd arrive long after the three of them were gone.

The reassurance that he might return, that lingered in his mouth would be hollow and the other two would know it. Swallowing the words, he reached across to take Luke's hand (he does not want to overstep with Poe). ]

Yeah. So do I.

[ Poe picked up his glass, swirling it around, staring into the depths. He pretended he didn't notice that they were holding hands. They should. People should take what comfort they could, here. Even if it made him feel a lot more alone, suddenly. ]

We'll see him.

[ He says it less because he believes it and more because he can't stand the lack of hope. ]

I've got a hunch.

[ Luke smiled softly, hoping that Poe was right. He raised his glass slightly, that smile of his warming. ]

I'll never deny the power of someone's hunch.

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