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[extinctive]

Who: figaro and some certain people
What: closed log for event goings-on this month
When: this month of february.
Where: a bar, and his house/clinic respectively.

Content Warnings: alcohol, tba.

gonnna prettify this part later LOL

closed threads in the comments! if anyone would like a starter from me, let me know via PM or romanticizes.

Comments

[jedies]

[ ah. not a good sign. obi-wan gently nudges the drink away with the force with a knowing look at the bartender. ]

I think you've had plenty, friend.

[extinctive]

[ the bartender can only offer a pitiful shake of their head as they move away to cater the other customers. ]

Obi-...? [ figaro, meanwhile, blearily looks up at the other man and offers a tiny wave of his hand. ] How's it-- How's it goin'?

[ plenty? no way, the party's just getting started (?) ]

[jedies]

[ he smiles faintly, sliding up to the seat next to figaro. ]

For myself? It's fine. But I think you seem to be struggling with something.

[extinctive]

Am I? Wha... What gave you that idea...?

[ look at this lopsided smile and the way he wobbles on his seat like a singular leaf on a branch. he's not struggling at all!

the barkeep merely gives him a pointed stare, but otherwise doesn't interject. ]

[jedies]

Call it instinct.

[ he replies with a smile and a crinkle in the corners of his eyes. ]

But I welcome the chance for you to prove me wrong.

[extinctive]

Lessee... Oh!

[ he turns on his seat to face obi-wan, wincing a little -- guess the alcohol hasn't numbed the body pain he's been feeling lately. ]

I did tell you, right? The... The date. Said I'd take you out for drinks sometime. So here we are.

[ smooth. ]

[jedies]

[ wryly. ]

I suppose it's not the worst start to a date I've ever had.