Skysong/Arete

The Bar was a simple dispenser of alcohol. It was fairly dark. Single, 60-watt bulbs gave a dim, yellow glow to The Bar's interior, and single, female bartenders ran and owned the bar. The only decorations were signed posters of various rock bands on the walls.

The Bar was a small place in Boston back-alley that was known for its large selection of alcohol, good-natured proprietors, and its function as a stepping-stone to stardom for bands. Despite all this, it remained small, with a loyal customer base and occasional tourists.

The Bar closed shortly after midnight. Skysong leaned back, the rag she'd used to clean the bar dropping limply to the ground. "Pah, that band was awful."

Arete muttered, "You mean the emo fairies that just left?  They sounded much better on the demo."

"Tche. They can't all be like Medium Rare was, I guess." She picked up a bottle of imported Irish whiskey from the floor. It was full, and the label read: To our favorite bartenders. Enjoy. - C. & M.

"Are-te! Our favorite Irish boys have left us a nice little something." Skysong handed the bottle to Arete.

"They're sweethearts.  Even with the shooting."

Skysong added, "And the blood.  And gore."

"And diversity."

Skysong laughed.  "Well, I guess it's for us, so. . ."

"Got it," Arete nodded, and slid two glasses down the bar.  Skysong poured two drinks.

Leaning against the counter, Skysong took a quick swallow and said, "So, what do you want to do?  The night's still young."

Arete shrugged.  "Uh. . .  let's see.  There's that nightclub down the street..."

"Arete, no matter what, we will not be able to pick up guys there."

"We might get some fashion advice.  And we have to think of something.  I'm waking up again.  Getting antsy.  Must.  Do.  Something."

"I'm thinking," Skysong said.  "Cool it." She took a swig. "I'm all for getting fashion advice and watching gay guys snog." She grinned, then half-crooned, "At the gay bar!"

Arete nodded. "Let's just get out of the house. Apartment. Bar. Whatever."

 Skysong tossed Arete her coat, and pulled on her own black  jacket. "We gotta get some pacthes or something for these,  Arete, they're super boring right now."

Arete stowed the liquor bottle under the counter and pushed open the door to The Bar. "True. Wonder if we can cop a few freebies of a band?"

"Sure we can," Skysong grinned, "They all owe us big-time. What's a few patches to that debt?" She locked the door to keep people away from the booze - the rest was replaceable - and they headed to the club down the street.

Nikara

      The party was over, the streamers were sagging on the floor, and Nikara and Keth were ready to leave before Fish realized that he would be stuck with clean up duty.  They were very ready to spend some time together after running around the different galaxies for the past few months.  It was exactly two months since they had become married.  The honeymoon that they had hoped to follow their wedding had been (unsurprisingly) cancelled in response to a crises that had required the attention of all the GA.  Now they would finally get some time on their own.  They retained their government ID's, and would certainly be on call for as long as was necessary, but they would be off active duty for a few months, until they had their shift on charge at the agency. 

      The two jumped out of the portal into the havoc of crossroads.  They easily made their way through the fuss of the constant remodeling and headed towards the last known location of the portal to Coruscant.  For once, it was where they thought it was.  They happily went through and ended out near the old Jedi Academy.  The time was about midday, and they headed over to their apartment, glad for the chance to relax after so many years of non-stop action.

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<<OCC>> -This takes place in a time that may or may not exist in the actual timelines.  As Akira is the one currently in possession of them, I have no idea what is official.  Everyone is married or significantly dating.  We have all taken a leave of absence for a bit of time, to get on with our lives and do some things on our own.  How long that will last, who knows?  Somebody is still staying at the Agency in San Diego, but I have no idea who.  There is a basis for the story that will take place here, but where it will eventually lead, who knows.  Have fun!

~nikara