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The number of extremely grim pilots (who still can't get in the sims because of their damn broken arms) in the bar has just gone up by one.
The Chiss entourage arrived on Coruscant about an hour or so ago, all shiny and ready for the Fel-Solo wedding tomorrow. Since his mother seemed to have things well in hand, Jag had been shooed off to entertain himself for a few hours.
Strange how the door to Milliways suddenly appeared as soon as he had a few spare minutes.
So! Bachelor!Jag in the Bar, trying to talk himself out of a drink. Because really, one should not show up hungover to one's own wedding. It would be rude.
The Chiss entourage arrived on Coruscant about an hour or so ago, all shiny and ready for the Fel-Solo wedding tomorrow. Since his mother seemed to have things well in hand, Jag had been shooed off to entertain himself for a few hours.
Strange how the door to Milliways suddenly appeared as soon as he had a few spare minutes.
So! Bachelor!Jag in the Bar, trying to talk himself out of a drink. Because really, one should not show up hungover to one's own wedding. It would be rude.