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[onlydoubts]

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. ] 

Comments

[faithfulson]

[ 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.

[onlydoubts]

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...

[flightforfreedom]

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.

[faithfulson]

[ 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.

[onlydoubts]

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.

[flightforfreedom]

[ 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.

[faithfulson]

[ 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.