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[Bendytimed to directly after Ves' post]
Luke caught up to Mara, jogging across the sand to put a hand on her shoulder. Worry was etched on every line of his face (and at over six decades, there were a fair few), and carried through a thread in his voice when he spoke.
"What's going on?" he asked, brows drawn together and blue eyes fretful. "Mara, what just happened?"
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"What's going on?" he asked, brows drawn together and blue eyes fretful. "Mara, what just happened?"
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Ben. Was her nephew a safe discussion topic? No. A chill ran down Leia's spine and she instinctively knew not to ask about how the teenager was enjoying the shore. She also felt guilt rise up when she realized she didn't even know where her own children were. Granted, Jaina and Jacen were adults and -- oh gods -- were possibly off carousing and drinking at this very moment on the other side of the beach, but there was still a deep and needy tug inside of her.
Her eyes traveled down the row of booths to a couple of young pre-teens chatting over iced caf. "I meant to stock up on that," she lazily noted outloud. "But every vender in the bazaar was out. Strange."
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She pointed to a tall glass on the menu, full of a pink slushy looking thing that also seemed to have four kinds of alcohol in it. "One of these, please."
Mara totally deserved a drink. Her skull ached and her face burned with the little nail marks in her cheeks. She had beat up her son's love interest. She deserved that drink.
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Luke scanned the beverages list, worriedly noted there wasn't any hot chocolate on it, and chose the least alcoholic selection. He really wasn't a drinker, but water seemed too simple and there weren't any other options, really.
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"Why does the beer have floating pieces of white-" he was about to say something he regretted in front of the women, bit his tongue and continued "white...stuff in it?" She gave him a look back, shrugging.
"Sir, this is a root beer float. Would you like me to come back with a normal beer?" The scoundrel looked at the so called root beer again, his eyes dotting between the glass and the waitress before he spoke.
"I'll keep this too." He might as well try it, since he had paid for it.
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She took a long sip of her drink.
"You're still not a drinker," she cooed toward the other side of the table.
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She picked up her drink with her free hand and sipped at it, raising her eyebrows. Tasty.
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He thumbed through the menu again, looking at the food, rubbing his thumb against Mara's hand idly as he thought. "Honestly, after today I think I could eat a whole nerf by myself."
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After this whole root beer fiasco, he wasn't about to take a food choice that somehow ended him with something terrible or live animals. "The pictures aren't helping either...am I reading correctly, or does this menu claim to have dino ribs (http://gastronomist.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/flintstones_ribs.jpg)?"