A bar on the mainland- Saturday evening

[notconflicted]

It had been months since Sia had been able to go out unescorted (even Jessica technically served in a professional capacity), and she only had to go to a whole other galaxy to do it. And the reason why she was here was pretty unexpected after all these months.

She found a table- not the bar since she didn't really want to deal with a bartender as a third party today- and sat down to wait. She wouldn't say she was nervous; maybe wary of how things would go? But if they'd gotten to this point they'd probably be fine.

And if not, she was already in a bar.


[For one!]

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[suitably_heroic]

"Want to go back to what?" said Atton, who'd get her a real alcoholic one later.

[notconflicted]

"Coruscant. Getting Mira's workload shoved on you," she said.

[suitably_heroic]

"Yeah," Atton said.

He was surprised that he didn't even hesitate.

[notconflicted]

So was she. "Really."

[suitably_heroic]

"I'll probably keep Fandom as my home base for a while," Atton said slowly. "But they need me over there."

[notconflicted]

"That's good. You've seemed better since you threw in with them," she said honestly.

Until that thing. But that wasn't the Jedi's fault.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton sighed and said something he hadn't really said to anyone but Mical before.

"What can I say, I like being useful," he said. "Always have. When I'm doing nothing, I just play pazaak and hate myself, which is no way to live."

[notconflicted]

"It's really not," she agreed. "You have grown up."

[suitably_heroic]

"Really? It just feels like I've gotten taller," Atton drawled. He was running out of drink to drown himself in. "So how's life on your end?"

[notconflicted]

"Endlessly frustrating," she said with a wry little smile.

[suitably_heroic]

"Beginning to understand why Sith leaders are constantly stabbing each other, right?" Atton said.

[notconflicted]

"Sith do it for power. I don't understand that at all," Sia said.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton shrugged. "Some things are a lot easier when you have power."

[notconflicted]

"You would think," she said, sipping the drink a little faster because if they were going to get on this topic, she'd prefer to have alcohol.

[suitably_heroic]

"You want me to get something harder than that," Atton asked, gaze dipping down to her drink.

Look, he hadn't wanted to be drunk right from the get-go.

[notconflicted]

"Please. Nothing with tomato," she told him.

[suitably_heroic]

"No tomato? Being an empress has made you all demanding," Atton said, sliding out of his seat and heading up to the bar to get something more alcoholic.

Maybe something involving tequila.

[notconflicted]

"I've always been demanding," she called after him.

[suitably_heroic]

"You don't deserve the margaritas I'm about to get!" Atton hollered back.

Sometimes you just had to have margaritas.

[notconflicted]

"Mm hm," she said, pushing the tomato juice glass towards his seat.

[suitably_heroic]

"You just don't respect the noble tomato," Atton informed her as he returned with two blessedly yellow drinks and set them down.

[notconflicted]

"Not when I'm drinking it," she said, taking her drink to have some other taste there. "Thank you, that's better."

[suitably_heroic]

"There are many drinks in the world, but you can never go wrong with a margarita," Atton said, sipping some from his own.

[notconflicted]

"Says the man who just made me drink ketchup."

At least she could rag on him like normal.

[suitably_heroic]

"It's not ketchup," Atton said, pulling a face. "It's tomato juice!"

Beat.

"Drink your booze."