sorta OOM: after Happy Hour, there is talking

[col_cardboard]

[ooc: after this.]

Jag leads his rather wobbly fiancee up to Room 77-- they need to talk, immediately, and he doesn't know of any place more private than this.

"Okay, what in space is going on?"

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[jedipilot]

Jaina cocks her head and stares up at him with a small frown on her face. Her hands cup the drink tightly and she stares at him, unblinking and very Joiner-like.

After another moment or two of consideration, she replies, "Nothin!"

[col_cardboard]

If one of his arms wasn't broken, they would both be crossed over his chest. There is a slight tic in his jaw from the clenching of teeth, but other than that, his expression is unreadable.

"This isn't like you, Jaina."

[jedipilot]

She raises an eyebrow, not looking at Jag skeptically. Blasted unreadable expression.

"What isn't?"

[col_cardboard]

"This."

He makes a helpless sort of one-armed gesture, and the uneradable expression cracks a bit. "You're out getting drunk the night before our wedding!"