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MCA #3, Tuesday Evening
Apr. 10th, 2018 08:06 pmIt had been intended to be a night at the bar. Kitty had a free first round deal on, and Kanan had taken to going in on Tuesday nights from time to time to chat anyway. And after this weekend... well. To chat and probably to make bad life choices involving far too many of a drink named after him.
The chat had gone well, had gone better than expected without going too deeply into anything at all. And Kanan had been left with some weird combination of resolve and guilt only one drink in that saw him heading home far earlier than he'd intended to, in far better shape. He had gotten into the habit of running away, a habit that had started when he was only slightly older than Jacen, and had kept on with right up until tonight, when instead of actually ordering drink number two, he'd realized exactly what he was doing. Running again, from a talk that desperately needed to happen.
"Hera? You home?"
Maybe Jacen's present was their future. Maybe it wasn't. Either way, Kanan couldn't afford to run anymore.
[OOC: For one!]
The chat had gone well, had gone better than expected without going too deeply into anything at all. And Kanan had been left with some weird combination of resolve and guilt only one drink in that saw him heading home far earlier than he'd intended to, in far better shape. He had gotten into the habit of running away, a habit that had started when he was only slightly older than Jacen, and had kept on with right up until tonight, when instead of actually ordering drink number two, he'd realized exactly what he was doing. Running again, from a talk that desperately needed to happen.
"Hera? You home?"
Maybe Jacen's present was their future. Maybe it wasn't. Either way, Kanan couldn't afford to run anymore.
[OOC: For one!]
