Ferrin (@Altaris) might've been quiet, but the sociable padawan was anything but. She was more than happy to chat on their way to the party, balancing the pizza boxes Ferrin had picked up on rigid fingers as she surfed her skimboard all the way there. One of her various questions was wondering why they were picking up broccoli pizza and not the chain's ultimate supreme topping pie. "But I'm not complaining," she reassured the blue-skinned padawan. "Free pizza is the best kind of pizza."
"PIZZA HAS ARRIVED!" she declared upon breaching the threshold hangar. She dropped all but one of the boxes over on some random table, then glided over to the darts group. She leaned over, balancing her center of weight, and placed the remaining pizza box on a nearby surface before stepping off her board. "And now I have arrived! What're we playin?"
She drifted over to where Vida (@GABA) and Rain (@Wit) were currently standing after grabbing a slice herself, her skimboard tucked under her right arm while she held the pizza in her left. She looked over at Leon (@Zay), grinning as she nodded his way, then squeezed in with the girls. Unfortunately, she'd missed both Leon's crazy shots and Ezra's (@Sreeya) sick burn on Vandirak (@LouJoVi).
"Oh, darts! Need one more?" she asked the other two girls in between bites of her broccoli pizza slice.
Vand stared unimpressed at the Padawan that had arrived. Even someone that lived with their face deep in the books like the half-Nagai knew that this guy was Ezra Thorne, the person that half of the Padawans of their age wanted to get laid with. Obviously, the pale boy wasn’t one of them.
He was aware that the people around him were laughing and smirking after hearing what Ezra said to him, but Vand really didn't care. He was used to bullying, suffering from it since he lived in Naboo with his parents. The other Padawan wasn’t the first and wouldn't be the last. He wasn’t even the most original.
Vand Hasta-get-a-tan. He was a half-Nagai, there weren't enough suns in the Galaxy to make him get a tan. How old was Ezra? Seven? He could have called him as Vandpire, Vand Hastapale or Vand Whiteakor. These were original and biologically correct.
"Why would I want to get laid?" he asked, showing his current disinterest in sexual activities. "You need more of it, though. Sex can help brain growth and you need that desperately." he said, remembering shortly after that it didn’t happen with all species. Unfortunately Ezra would need to remain with his seven years old brain.
Tala's smile shone all the brighter as the Jedi Master accepted her offering, eyes narrowing with a mixture of amusement, cheer, and satisfaction. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind one pointed ear (while also minding her plate full of fries, the Padawan followed Master Albion's pointing finger to where the older Jedi's Padawan was mingling with the darts players. Pink lips formed a surprised "oh!" when her gaze alighted upon Leon just in time as he threw a pale boy a high five then waved his arms animatedly at the other girls as if in mock surrender, a group of other Padawans watching the game still cheering and going wild about his throwing skills.
"Aha, he does look very charming," commented Tala with a sparkle in her eyes as she continued to watch the group of players. Red gaze returning to Master Albion, the teenager waved her free hand a little worryingly, suddenly conscious that she might have given the Jedi Master any wrong ideas about her comment. Pink lightly dusted her cheeks in slight embarrassment as she hastily amended, "I'm not being sarcastic or anything! Or hinting something about having a crush!" Then, realizing that she really didn't need to explain herself, Tala could only giggle sheepishly at her sudden outburst. Force, she hadn't even drank anything alcoholic yet!
The human-Tiefling soon calmed and collected herself as Master Albion introduced herself. Remembering her own manners, Tala offered the red-haired Jedi a polite and respectful incline of her head. Before she could as much as open her mouth to give the older Jedi her name, a droid (@Fantasy Liver clanked over towards the pair, its red photoreceptors fixed solely on the Jedi Master. When it (he?) asked Master Albion if she would like to duel, Tala's gaze shifted over to the receiver of the question, the Padawan's horned head tilting a little to the side in slight confusion at the chipper tone with which the newcomer spoke. A duel in the midst of a party? Was that its (his) idea of fun?
As Master Albion ordered the droid to "override" a code, Tala promptly shoved the can of soda into one of the droid's hands with her tail, said appendage flicking to and fro. Wagging a finger at the droid after Master Albion finished with her orders, the Padawan said, both cheerful and disapproving, "No fighting in the middle of the party! What if you accidentally hit someone? Nope, no fighting!"
Regardless of the droid's response or if Master Albion's override was successful, Tala would resume her introduction and reply to the Jedi Master's inquiry before the droid's arrival and challenge. "I'm Tala Contiello, Master Albion! And, um, I don't really need anything. Just trying to mingle, and thank you for attending, whether if it's to supervise us or enjoy with us."
"Um, I saw you looking around for something. Do you need another snack aside from the fries? Or a drink?" she then asked Master Albion, looking eager to help or assist in any way she could.
Ezra only half heard the Nagai attempting a comeback. Did Vand realize that he actually roasted himself more than he did Ezra with that quip? The part Sephi gave him a temporary look before turning away to more interesting people. He looked over when Ferrin arrived, the Pantoran nudging him lightly. Ezra’s features softened at the sight of him, his gaze lingering on Ferrin for a moment. They had been through hell together, and he knew the Pantoran had taken significant damage that would alter his entire life if it couldn’t be fixed. Ezra almost opened his mouth to ask how he was doing, but he was never the best with words. Ezra knew it was a sensitive topic for Ferrin. Unfortunately when Ezra didn’t know what to say, he defaulted to simply being Ezra.
“I’d make a joke about you not being able to swallow right now, but don’t want to come prematurely,” Ezra said with deadpan delivery as he nudged the ridiculously flamboyantly dressed Pantoran. However, even he couldn’t deny Ferrin’s ass looked marvelous in those pants. Ezra was distracted when Rain (?) (@Wit) approached him and offered the darts. He eyed the blindfold suspiciously - it didn’t exactly look sanitary and Vand looked like he didn’t shower often. However, peer pressure won over and he grabbed it and put it around his eyes, picking up the darts.
He shot it with decent success, landing just shy of center. This was impressive to him considering he had only recently started training with the Force. Ezra looked over at the pizza selection, grimacing when he spotted broccoli as the topping. What the hell? Shit beer and broccoli pizza? He was going to have to bail for an after party.
Ezra handed the blindfold to Ferrin for him to try next, “You can’t be worse than Video,” He said as he jutted his chin towards her.
Dash was slowly on the mend. The finest medical care money could buy had made a good job of his injuries and only the stab wound on his right breast would leave a lasting scar. Still, the doctors said to take it easy, warning that the internal damage would take longer to heal.
But Dash was done taking life steady, nearly dying had a way of making you reassess. He was going to treat his duties a lot more seriously, that was for sure. But when he was off duty, well he was going to live like he never had.
He was also done doing things in half measures, which was why he turned up to the party in two tight pieces that he absolutely loved. His bare abs in between didn't look too bad either, especially after a few weeks of just picking at hospital food. He was feeling lean, mean and ready to get back out there.
No one probably expected him to be there, given all that had happened, but he didn't mind getting the jump on certain people. Others were a welcome sight; no party was complete without Maura after all (@lizziie ), though he gathered it was the young Kiffar girl (@Wit ) who was the organiser this time. He would have to make friends with that one.
He even thought he spied Master Hera (@Black Noise ) over the way. The older Jedi was one of the few who could blend in with the Padawans, but Dash was glad she was here. He would never quite feel completely safe ever again and Hera was a reassuring presence, even amongst many Jedi.
He wove his way inevitably towards that familiar black-haired head, belonging to a figure in the sharpest clothes around. Well, except his own. Approaching from behind Ezra, his thumbs hooked in the loops of his very low jeans, Dash drew close just in time to hear his boyfriend's quips to Vand and Ferrin.
Saying nothing just yet, the Rhinnalian hovered between two groups, watching silently as Ezra aced the darts and then handed the blindfold to the Pantoran (@Altaris ). Ferrin looked pretty incredible and Dash half hoped he would best Ezra. Blueboy had been through worse than him in a way and deserved a win.
"Go for it Ferrin" he shouted, rather over enthusiastically. "Show Snez-Ez here how it's done!"
Ferrin couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder, wincing as the pizza was announced. The Pantoran needed only take one look at the receipt stabled to the top of the box - listing the topping - before deciding to promptly hand all of them off to Maura along the way. He wasn’t going to be caught dead bringing that shit anywhere near people, and had seriously considered tossing it in a dumpster along the way to the party. He wasn’t sure which one of them was Rain, but they needed some serious help if that was their go-to topping.
He briefly looked over to Vand, watching as the Padawan attempted to fire back at Ezra.. And proceeded to insult himself. Ferrin blinked a few times, made a face, and proceeded to move right along.
The Pantoran was about to say something else when Ezra made his dirty joke - immediately causing Ferrin’s face to shift a deeper shade of indigo. He let out an amused snort through his nostrils, and he didn’t hesitate to flash the quarter-Sephi a playful grin and additional nudge, clearly he wouldn’t have any qualms testing the theory rather he could swallow or not. "Maybe I'll take your suggestion of getting my hands dirty instead," He spoke telepathically to the quarter-Sephi, refering back to their first interaction on Ord Mantell. Somehow the joke was better than any pity or sympathetic sentiments or fawning that Jedi always seemed to show to injured members.
Hooking his thumbs into the beltloops of his pants, Ferrin watched as Ezra launched the dart through the air - finding purchase near the center of the board. When the blindfold was passed his way, Ferrin cast the pick of fabric a suspicious glance before shrugging and putting it on, taking a dart and taking aim. He shot with decent success - his own dart landing just barely closer to the center than where Ezra had landed.
Ferrin flashed Ezra a grin as he removed the blindfold, and also flashed Vida a wink after the quarter-Sephi's remark. He promptly glanced over his shoulder when Dash arrived. Not only was the Pantoran surprised by the fellow Padawan actually being nice, but he couldn’t help but stare at the other dude’s attire for a moment or two. That.. Wasn’t the least bit fair. And for the first time, Ferrin was thankful for the fact he couldn’t say anything - if only because it meant Dash would never hear the Pantoran vocalize how good he looked.
Jutting his chin in breaking, Ferrin passed the blindfold and a dart to Maura - waiting for the fellow Padawan to continue their game.
With the group around the dart game becoming too big for his taste, Vand calmly turned around and walked away. His interaction with Ezra and failed retort reminded the pale boy why he preferred to stay surrounded with books. People were complicated pieces of shit most of the time.
Although he had the impression that Thorne was an entire latrine, filled by an entire herd of shaaks from Naboo.
The half-Nagai chrono decided that it was a perfect moment to alert him regarding his constant necessity. With a deep sigh, the Padawan removed a candy from his pocket. After removing the paper he placed it in his mouth. He felt the sweet taste of caramel filling his mouth. Sometimes he felt tired of this constant need for sugar.
He walked next to Master Hera Albion and another Padawan that he had no idea who was, and also didn’t care to know. There was also a droid, but the half-Nagai ignored their presence. “Hello.” he would say to the three, before finding a nearby quiet corner. While he could have access to a good book, Vand still had his new NalPhone, a recent gift from his parents. With it he could access free articles in the Holonet, starting with one about the colonization of Naboo.
Rain was beginning to feel genuine concern for Vand now, his words having the opposite effect to what he had intended, unless calling himself a brainless virgin was what he had been going for, so when he walked away she started feeling a little guilty about laughing at him. So she called out after him. "Take a slice," she called out as he walked past the box Maura had just put down nearby, "it's green, it's good for the brain. Will balance the lack of sex...." She trailed off as she realized the words weren't going to end up as encouraging as she had hoped them to be.
So she looked away, picking up a slice for herself and beginning to dig in, only to stop mid bite as she actually noticed what Ferrin and Dash were wearing. No wonder poor vampire boy had sex on his mind, what with these two walking around like this. Realizing that she might have been staring, she awkwardly cleared her throat and opting to finally answer Maura to cover up her reaction.
"Umm, yeah. You'll need that." She pointed at the blindfold that Ferrin had just taken off after taking his shot. "To cover your chest..." She stopped at once, head snapping to look at Maura as she caught her slip of tongue. "Eyes, I mean eyes. Blindfolded darts, it's blindfolded darts."
She quickly picked up another cup of "beer" and began gulping it down, wondering how much she'd have to down to forget what had just happened.
Hera smiled at the young woman, Tala Contiello she said her name was. She seemed perfectly nice and attempted to assist Hera in de-escalating the Knight-Bot from violence. Then she asked if Hera was looking around for something, and as if it was spoken into existence, Dash arrived. Smiling sadly, she nodded to Tala and spoke, "Yes, actually, I just found what I was looking for. If you would excuse me, dear, feel free to seek me out any other time."
Nodding to Vand as she passed by him, the Jedi Master headed over towards where Dash was standing amongst his friends. He was dressed in something absolutely strange to her, and she felt awkward wearing her armor to a party. But her awkwardness was quickly dashed aside as she noticed his healing injuries. Hera had heard of the fight he and other padawans had engaged in, and Dash had conducted himself in a manner outstanding amongst his peers.
In truth, Hera had put in a word for Dash to be promoted. Even though it would be Dash's choice to become a Knight, she hoped her recommendation could expedite the process when he made the choice. He was an adult now, and she heard through the grapevine that he was looking at cutting off his Padawan braid. Knowing this, she approached him as he hovered between the two groups of Padawans.
Tapping Dash (@Alhon) on the shoulder, Hera smiled and asked, "Dash! It's so good to see you recovering, do you mind if we speak privately for a moment?" and beckoned him over to a secluded corner of the party, out of earshot of the main group. Dash knew Hera too well by now as well, however, and she feared that he could sense the tenseness behind her smile and tone. Something was up.
Vida was excited to see more padawans still arriving, Ezra showed up looking fine as always, she certainly admired his fashion ability and felt slightly underdressed seeing how well he fit in even if he was the classiest one here. She listened as Vand and Ezra started to go at it, pausing in between to greet her as "video" which she was now growing on her as she gave him a cheek grin and lazy two finger salute before turning back to a younger group of paddies. They seemed absolutely in awe by the dart that had pricked her arm, and she was in good humor about it as she watched it on someone's nalphone, paired with different cuts and music and then uploaded to toktik.
It didn't get old watching that dart come back at her, but then she heard pizza had arrived, interest suddenly switching. She recognized Maura, but not the Pantoran beside her. He was also dressed like he was going to a club...or maybe he knew Ezra, she questioned if he was the guy that was with Ezra and the blonde haired one...his name escaped her. Regardless, he seemed overdressed too, but she would have to find out what he did for his workout routine because...
Vida was feeling a bit hot and finished the rest of her watery beer and went to go check out the pizza. She wasn't the only one who was highly disappointed, there was even someone who started balling out their eyes because they were so hungry, but not hungry enough to eat what was in front of them. The dark-haired padawan scowled, then she felt really angry and decided to help everyone by grabbing a few slices and dropping her plate into the trash. She wasn't too hungry yet and instead of returning to darts, she headed to the dance floor more so as a safer option and to let go of some of the rage she felt seeing broccoli on pizza.
Broccoli pizza definitely wasn't the move, but Maura was happy for free food either way. She was like a trash compactor; her teeth would tear through anything regardless of shape, size, or taste. The girl was pretty sure she'd never even had food poisoning before.
Just as she finished inhaling her slice of pizza, it was her turn to play blind darts. "Uh oh," Maura laughed as she accepted the dart and blindfold from Ferrin. "Watch out everybody!" She wasn't sure if she'd ever thrown a dart in her life. She half-listened to Rain explain, nodded, and went about things.
She set her skimboard to the side and carefully tied the piece of fabric behind her head before taking a few steps back, the darts twirling in between her fingers. She pulled her arm back and posed like a pitcher about to throw a ball, then catapulted her arm forward and released both darts from her fingers at the apex of her throw. The little objects spun quickly through the air, whistling from the force of her throw until they hit the board. One of them buried itself right into the bullseye, and the other hit the line.
"Did I hit it?!" she asked, her ears having caught the sound of the impact. She lifted one side of the blindfold up to peek, then broke out into a grin when she saw the placement. "Fuck yeah!" Beginner's luck strikes again!
"Wait, what about my chest?" Maura asked Rain as she handed the darts and blindfold back over to the Kiffar padawan. She was just now hearing the words, having forgotten she'd heard them until just that moment. "You can't see my bra through my shirt, can you?" The girl looked down and squinted at her clothing, unable to see anything through the white shirt, but maybe Rain could?
"Oh! Your outfit is so cool by the way," she added, eyes brightening up. She'd thought Rain looked really cute in it before, but she hadn't remembered to say anything until now. "I like the shoes!" They were distressed and colorful just like her ensemble. Maura just had to say something being a sneakerhead and all.
Auryn was late to the party, a situation that anyone who even vaguely knew of him by reputation wouldn't be surprised by. He'd gone the extra mile by putting on actual shoes, with a plain outfit. Otherwise keeping to his usual: Basic stud earrings, eyeliner, bracelet, and watch. Still vaguely looked like he'd just gotten out of bed, but he did actually make an attempt to comb his mane of blond hair.
First thing first at any party was pizza. He found it and, pausing, stared down at the broccoli-covered abomination. It smelled like vegetables. "The fuck?" Immediately he pulled out his secondhand NalPhone and called the nearest Hot 'N Ready. Was it good pizza? It was hot and it was ready.
"Yeah, can I get the party deal? Meat. Pay on delivery. Yup." Click. Auryn finally looked around through the crowd and decided on giving darts a try.
"Yo," he greeted with a lazy head tilt to the group, a couple of them familiar in one way or another. (@Wit@lizziie@Altaris@Sreeya) "I'm Auryn. Nice shirt," he added to Ferrin, instantly noticing the neck scar that looked even more obvious with a bunch of gold near it. Kinda hot, actually.
"Lemme try." He put on the blindfold and yeeted the dart. It missed the target completely, stuck in the wall at least a foot above the dartboard. "Aight, nevermind," Auryn said as he removed the blindfold and handed it off to someone else.
Leon could tell how excited Vand was, and he smiled as the other dude laid out the math, “Uh, yeah I guess? Thank man!” he managed. Before he could say anything else… Ezra Throne entered.
“Oh ladies and gentle beings, the one and only, Mr. Universe himself!, Ezra THORRRRRRRNE!” bellowed Leon in a feeble attempt to take the attention from Vand.
“Your sister, duh!” he shot back wearing his infuriatingly smug little smirk as he initiated the opening sequence to their super secret handshake. Baudelaire had hips that didn't lie and they went to work as he closed the space between him and the homie. Ezra started it off, and Leon returned, then like proper showmen, they brought it home.
Was it so elaborate that it wholly erased any cool points he’d received from sinking a triple bullseye, yes. Did he care? Not a bit. Because in his heart of hearts, he knew it was the coolest thing any of them had ever seen.
Leon felt a nudge and his smirk spread into a smile. He gave Ferrin a hug, “Dur! Stoked you're here!” he said with a laugh. He looked back and forth between Ezra and Ferrin. The two dingdongs looked like they were going to a club. Leon looked down at his clothes and wondered if he should have tried harder… Nah. He was fine with his three outfits.
Maura arrived and Leon gave her the nod and flashed a smile. “Yeah, get in here!”
Man, all the homies were coming through. This was dope. He took a sip of “beer” and frowned, this was like his third one why wasn’t he feeling anything? He looked over his shoulder and spotted Hera. His eyes peeled as he noticed just a hint. A small, neigh, a tiny glint of a mischievous gleam in her eye… then it clicked. Eyes wide with horror Leon looked at his cup, betrayed but the vile serum he’d been served. Who serves a party bread soda?!?!?!
Leon kissed his teeth in disappointment. He handed off his half-consumed liquid lie to a cleaning droid passing by. He sulked for a few minutes wondering if it was still worth hanging out, after all, he’d managed to snag a bottle of Berchest Vodka on his last mission. That's when inspiration struck. Not everyone here could go, but surely there was enough for the homies playing darts! No, that was crazy... Or was it?
The Pizza was announced, and Leon let the idea slip away until he saw it. A flurry of emotions stampeded across the Padawan’s face as he gazed at the crime scene. Broccoli Pizza. That’s it. He was done. He was leaving the Jedi. He would not stand for this unlawful abuse any longer. Then Dash showed up. Leon wrapped Dash and Ezra in a hug as Dash did the cute little belt loop grab thing. “Nice shirt dude,” he said giving them a squeeze. While they were there he’d whisper, “We need to bail. The beer is fake and the pizza is vegan.” Then casually he’d let go and return to watching the dart game.
Leon was tapping his foot impatiently, finally, he’d had it. He stepped up to Ezra, “Okay fine, I’m just going to say it, I’m sorry. You’re right, and we should split. Cause I still have that bottle from Berchest, tell whoever, Dorm party?”
Several other people had shown up. Leon would nod and wave, but he was already thinking of a way to slip the master and have some real fun. "Spread the word!" he whispered to Ezra as he started to head for the exit.
It wasn’t hard to miss the sadness laced within the Jedi Master’s smile when she replied that she had just found what she was looking for. Tala barely had the time to wave hello at the pale Padawan who removed himself from the gathered group by the dart board, though she made sure to smile at Vand before her gaze eventually followed after the older woman as she made a beeline towards the group - more so seemingly towards one of the newcomers. The half-Tiefling wondered as to why Master Albion seemed sad but thought it best not to pry since it wasn’t really her business, even if she felt curious and somewhat worried.
Left alone with her plate of fries and the droid, Tala made sure to repeat to it (him) that fighting wasn’t allowed, adding that the training halls existed for a reason, before excusing herself and making her way to the sidelines that ultimately led her to the pale boy from earlier. While she was prepared to strike up a conversation, her fellow Padawan was obviously preoccupied with his NalPhone. And judging from his curt tone and stoic appearance, Tala concluded that he didn’t seem the type to appreciate small talk. Still, she was (sort of) about to (somewhat) intrude on his solitude by simply sitting a few spaces beside him. The young woman made her way towards the pale teen, plate in tow, then, stopping a few steps by him, asked politely,
”Excuse me. Do you mind if I sit here?” Gesturing to the empty space to his left, the half-Tiefling smiled warmly at her fellow Padawan while waiting for his response. If he would consent Tala would sit down, tail tucked close to her and placing her plate of fries on her lap. If not, though, she wouldn’t mind and would bid him an ”Okay” and would walk away to find another spot.
While the party continued happening around him, Elidan happily read on his NalPhone. Since the first article that he had found only had eight pages, the Padawan already went to a second one. The colonization process of Naboo by Grizmallt was fascinating. Few planets had the story of having been colonized by refugees fleeing from a devastating civil war.
He was reaching the part about the importance of Queen Elsinoré den Tasia of Grizmallt in the colonization when he heard someone talking to him. Vand looked out of the corner of his eyes at the person, noticing that it was the same unknown Padawan from early. With an identity to the voice, the pale boy immediately turned his attention back to his reading.
“No.” the half-Nagai answered the girl's question nonchalantly. While he would have preferred to remain alone, Vand had no authority to monopolize the entire place for him. He would move a bit to give her space and would continue reading his article.
Ezra was entirely grossed out by the vegan pizza and considered an exit strategy. He made his way back towards Leon, preparing to complain to his roommate. However, that was when he heard a familiar voice, glancing over to see Dash. As usual, Ezra’s mood improved immediately upon seeing his boyfriend, even if the blond eagerly cheered Ferrin on instead. He looked over to see the Pantoran successfully throw his darts. While there was a pause in between throwers, Ezra turned towards the dart board. He channeled the Force and what he learned from the holocron he and Dash had found. He had picked up enough to then practice on his own, and he decided to demonstrate.
Within seconds, a shard of ice began to form in his hand, sharpening to a fine point. He grabbed it and shot it through the air with the aid of the Force. The icicle embedded itself near the bullseye. Ezra turned to look at Dash again, looking particularly smug after showing off. He placed an elbow on Leon’s shoulder while eyeing the blond up and down, “You look pretty Dashing, you come ‘round here often?” He asked casually. He continued to purposely make dorky faces at his boyfriend when Leon abruptly pulled them into a huddle, colliding Ezra’s head against Leon’s.
The revelation about vegan pizza and beer caused Ezra to blink, “I thought all Jedi parties were this lame..” He remarked. He had already accepted that any Jedi gathering would have weirdos and terrible refreshments. Ezra shrugged vaguely, just as thrilled to get out. However, when Leon asked him to spread the word, Ezra scoffed.
“You want me to spread the word?” He whispered back as he gestured just to himself, Leon, Dash and Ferrin. Out of all of them, Ezra was the one that strongly disliked most people. He had his posse and wouldn’t invite anyone outside of it. Their entire plan fell apart when Dash was abruptly pulled away by Hera. Ezra normally liked the Jedi Master, but her dragging Dash away right now earned her a very unamused stare from the part Sephi. (@Black Noise )
Ezra gave a lazy wave to Auryn (@Mr. Teatime ) when he showed up, but otherwise began to follow Leon, “Dude we can’t bail without the crew,” He said, pointing back at Dash and Ferrin.