uncertain_dume | A Pub on the Mainland, Tuesday Evening

Okay, so Kanan had gone from 'starting to speculate whether there were adult women on the island at all' to 'having plans with three of them all within the span of the same week' in roughly no time at all. Which suited him well enough, really. It was a distraction, and a welcome one, considering the fact that he was starting to get comfortable around the island, and comfortable, with Kanan, was generally a sign that it was time to move on. The plans, of course, weren't making him any less comfortable, but they were certainly doing wonders to keep him from getting bored.

That said, there was only so much that could be done around the island, so tonight's plans had involved a jaunt to the mainland, to a pub there that seemed to have passable drinks and food that actually, if you squinted closely, somewhat resembled food. Not that Kanan considered himself a pro on the topic just yet. It was just that people seemed to be eating it and keeping it down, which was more than he could say for the fare at some cantinas he'd visited in his lifetime.

"So," he said, glancing at his company for the evening. "Can I start you off with anything?"

[OOC: For that one who is willing to overlook Kanan's goatee!]

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"That I can prepare for," Kanan agreed, easily. "Punching them, shooting them, just generally giving them a bad day..."

Preferably a worse day than they gave him.

"Keeps things from staying too boring."

"That's one way of putting it," Tamsin said, her upper lip curling up. "I have to pretend to be inspiring. And then when it's over, there's paperwork."

"And that... sounds significantly more boring," Kanan allowed, sounding apologetic. "And probably why I never decided to go into politics."

Sure. That was the reason.

"Trust me, I would've been happy staying a cop if the mayor's job hadn't literally been shoved on me," Tamsin sighed.

"This place isn't much for democracy, huh?"

It really wouldn't have occurred to Kanan that this was strange if it wasn't for all the hubbub going on about the election. It wasn't like he knew how they usually did things around here otherwise.

"And you can't just shove the job at somebody else and run?"

"You've seen how democracy works out on the mainland, right?"

It was something for Light Fae, anyway. Losers.

"I figure as long as I'm in charge, nobody starts getting any weird ideas."

"The safest way to make sure nobody karks it up is to do it yourself, huh?" Kanan chuckled and shook his head. "Yeah, that makes sense enough. I've met enough people around the island to know I wouldn't trust them not to vote in a squirrel or something, anyway."

"Or worse," Tamsin said, pulling a face, "Someone who wants to clean up the town. Hell, we've had some seriously screwed-up mayors before. Or so I'm told."

Well, that was a good way to get Kanan to pause with his drink partway to his mouth.

"Screwed up? How do you mean?"

He was pretty sure he counted as one of those 'undesirables' in most places, given his history. He really had no interest in being run out of town considering he had no idea how to get back home, either.

"So the previous mayor was a complete hardcore libertarian who didn't want annnnybody knowing his precious data or whatever," Tamsin said, swirling the remains of her celery around in her glass. "He went and trashed the files of the mayor before him, who apparently kept tabs on everyone on the island."

Seriously, Cable. You had issues.

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"... Well, that isn't terrifying at all." See Kanan. See Kanan look properly horrified, here. "Nothing like finding out something like that to make me just feel thankful that I showed up now."

"Don't worry," Tamsin said. She emptied her drink-- down her throat. "I've been in charge for a while now. Officially."

"And suddenly I appreciate having a mayor who loathes paperwork that much more," Kanan replied, smiling faintly and nodding to her drink. "Can I get you another one, or would you like something else?"

There was a little bit left in his own glass, so he downed that while he waited for her answer.

"Hit me with a red," Tamsin said. She waved her empty glass at the pub. "This place is making me feel Irish."

Which was funny, because she was Norwegian.

And Kanan was more or less Coruscanti, but sure, he could be Irish if the mood struck. Whatever Irish was, anyway.

"Two reds, then," he agreed, flagging down the bartender again. "I'm up for finding out what 'feeling Irish' feels like, myself."

"Drunk, loud, and really into four-leaf clovers," Tamsin supplied.

Don't listen to her about anything, Kanan.

"Really into clovers," he echoed. "... So they, what, eat them or something?"

The bartender was raising an eyebrow at you, Kanan.

"No, they're supposed to be lucky," Tamsin said, rolling her eyes. "Trust them to cough up something as stupid as that."

'They' being humans, not the Irish, but she wasn't about to specify.

Kanan would have appreciated that, if he knew she had been thinking it.

"Lucky?" He gave a little scoffing sound and shook his head. "Sure. If it makes them happy. I'm of the opinion that the only luck anybody really gets is the type they make for themselves."

Luck had never done him any favors.

"Someone sounds bitter," Tamsin said.

She couldn't judge. She probably eclipsed most of the island in bitterness.

"Bitterness, pragmatism," Kanan replied, reaching for his beer as the bartender rolled his eyes and slid it his way. "The only difference between the two is how much time you spend dwelling on your reasons why. Are you saying you believe in lucky charms?"

He wouldn't judge. He was bitter, but he still put more faith in the Force than he would care to admit, sometimes.

And far, far less than he should.

"Of course not," Tamsin said dryly. "If lucky charms worked, we'd all be rich."

"And there are plenty of people out there who would settle for comfortable." Kanan shrugged, then took a swig of his drink. Huh. Not bad. He gave a little nod of approval. "Luck really doesn't have anything to do with it."

Or, at least, lucky charms certainly didn't.

A Pub on the Mainland, Tuesday Evening

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