Drunk on Dantooine

[Elijah Brockway]

(OOC: Open only to Jedi if they decide to join, otherwise it's just going to be me and @Prudence)

The midday sun of Dantooine was far too bright. The wind was also extremely unpleasant against the skin, and all the Jedi currently at the outpost there had extremely grating voices and were entirely too loud. Or, at least, that was how Senari Gravis currently felt, given his hangover from the night before. A hangover that was rapidly disappearing thanks to the flask full of Whyren's Reserve Corellian whiskey - a few bottles of which he'd gotten as thanks from some diplomat on Caamas he'd helped guard for a few months - that he held in one hand, and was currently sipping from. He just wished that the hood of his robes would keep the sun out of his eyes better.

Grumbling and stumbling, the Jedi Knight managed to find his way to a bench outside the miniaturized Fortress-Temple, thankfully away from most everybody else in the gardens of the place. Gardens that almost reminded him of the forests surrounding the temple on Tython. Damned Sith. He had to keep his hood up, though; the bench, while thankfully secluded, was still in the sun. He groaned and leaned over on the bench, entirely lacking the mental or physical fortitude to remain sitting upright at the present time. A few moments later he took a gulp from his flask, swallowing the drink inside as though it were water.

"Well, at least I'm alone."

 

[Prudence]

"The sun is out which means the fun is out!" Valia practically beamed as she bounced out of the Fortress-Temple. The Dantooinian sun sat high in the sky this afternoon, and the way it hit the subtle breeze made the weather feel absolutely amazing. Valia wore a small blue tanktop, and a pair of shorts. She didn't look the part of a Jedi, but she wasn't out in public. She was... home? The closest she knew to it anyways. She squeezed her eyes shut as her sandaled feet wandered through the grass.

She opened her eyes and found, sitting just before her, a hooded man on a bench. Finding a bit of mystery in the man's solitude, and the hood on this obviously warm day, she plopped down beside him, "Lovely day isn't it?" Her voice was chipper, as was her demeanor. This was Valia post-Tython, a broken young girl trying to sugarcoat the pain in her heart by pretending to be that which had once come natural to her. The truth was that nothing came natural to her now, except pain. Tython was gone, as were all of her friends - but she couldn't just mope around. No she had to put on a tough show, even to this man. "You're missing all the sun with that hood up!"

 

[Elijah Brockway]

Senari resisted the urge to groan when the overly-bright-and-bubbly woman decided to sit on the small portion of the bench that his curled up frame wasn't covering. Thankfully, with where she sat, she stopped the sun from falling on him, although he was already well on his way towards feeling like a human being again. He turned - slowly, to avoid exacerbating the still-lingering remnants of his hangover - and eyed the woman somewhat disinterestedly, before turning his head again, and closing his eyes.

He thought over multiple replies he could give, some nicer than others. Ultimately, though, he went with a tried-and-true route he had taken many times for dealing with people when he didn't necessarily want to deal with them. He would be sarcastic. And mildly rude.

"I wasn't aware we had portable, talking shade-generators now. Could they deliver me a quieter model?"

 

[Prudence]

"We have programs for washed up alcoholics too, it's a crazy galaxy we live in."

A smug smile came across Valia's face as she verbally smacked the Jedi back. She stayed her ground, crossing her legs before her and leaning back onto the bench to ensure that the light came washing back over his face. "It's like... eleven in the morning. Why are you already drunk?" She was mildly impressed, and mildly.... embarrassed? by the man's pathetic life choices. "What's your name anyways? I'm Valia."

 

[Elijah Brockway]

"If you were me, you'd want to be like this too. Regardless of the time of day." With a sigh, he pushed himself upright, brushing the hood off of his head. Remarkably, he was moving more steadily now that he had some alcohol in his system - anybody other than him might call it a sign of his problem alcohol. Just as remarkably, Senari didn't really deny that. Nor confirm it. In practice, aside from small instances like this, he generally tried to avoid acknowledging it at all. "I'm Senari Gravis. Maybe you've heard of me. Probably not."

He blinked a few times, his eyes watering as they tried to get used to the sunlight - he'd grown far too used to being stuck in small, dark rooms full of politicians, before he finished that assignment only to find that the Jedi Army was the only remnant of the Jedi left. His eyes adapted fairly quickly, however, and he turned to Valia, actually taking in her appearance now that his eyes were functional. He was glad at his ability to control his facial expressions, given that he didn't reveal his mild surprise at the fact that she was dressed literally nothing like any of the other Jedi around her.

"Allow me to continue our mutual interrogation-plus-sparring-fest with another question of mine. It's eleven in the morning. Why in the Force are you already so awake and cheerful?"

 

[Prudence]

"If I looked like you, maybe."

Valia had tried to be nice to this Jedi at first, but she was in full on snark mode now. This slump of booze and hollow robes wasn't the only one on the bench that had been through trauma, but at least she candycoated it. Looking over to the sullen Jedi she looked him over for a long minute as he introduced himself. She thought the name over in her head and realized that it wasn't one that she knew. Not many were anymore, as all of her friends had gone up on Tython.

"Nope. Never heard of you.."

She saw that he was looking her over, and in response the Jedi girl just waited for him to finish looking her over. She didn't think she was being checked out, but she couldn't really tell from the drunken man. His question, however, caught her off guard. She fixed him with a blank gaze for a second, "Because.. if I pretend I'm happy I forget they all died.. For just a minute.."

 

[Elijah Brockway]

"Looks like we make sure to forget it in different ways then, don't we?" Senari turned away, falling quiet again. It was obvious to him that Valia wasn't particularly comfortable with the topic, and neither was he. His old master and numerous of his friends had been killed when Tython was first bombed; with the recent development, almost everybody he had grown up with had been killed, including the Jedi Council he'd looked to for guidance his entire life, some children he'd probably helped teach a class or two to before, maybe a couple of the younglings he'd found out on missions in the past. Probably full Padawans by that point, really. Not that that made things any better, because most of them likely had yet to really find a master, go on missions, and be spared the destruction.

He scowled, before repeating a thought he'd had in his mind only a few minutes before Valia showed up. "Damned Sith. Can't be content with just ruling their own little corner of the galaxy and staying the hell away from us, and of course, we can't be content with just leaving them out there, what with all the slavery, murder, despotism, and all that that they always bring around with them. Sometimes it really sucks being a Jedi, y'know?" He shook his head, looking back in the direction of the main temple. He could see some younglings playing in the gardens, away from where he and Valia were sitting, although he wasn't sure anymore if that was a good or a bad thing. All he could really think about, now, was what had happened on Tython, and could happen again.

"I think the worst part about it is that we can't really forget."