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poe dameron (rapier) wrote in toboldlyrpg,

These were always the same, these ships' canteens - at least in the ways that mattered. Some were fancier, and those he sidled up to with as much swagger as possible to make up for (really, to heavily underscore) his generally careless attire; some were more raucous, places brimming with all the best and the worst feelings simmering between officers, and he liked those best, but they were trouble. The one back home, it would be diminished - enough of them lost that bumping shoulders would be a rarity, not an obnoxious necessity - it would be frenetic with the desperate energy that came from a victory patched over a profound loss, the hopelessly urgent desire to celebrate so you didn't fall through black space -

And, like all of them, it would host some heroes, if you weren't too shy to peer down the line and see who your neighbors were. Poe had taken a seat and ordered a drink (gin? sure, gin), but he got up without hesitation and relocated as soon as he saw the profile he'd seen shimmering in all too many holos. "Over here," he waved to the bartender as he sat again, dropping into the seat directly beside Obi-Wan kriffing Kenobi, setting his hands flat on the bar and then turning with purpose to introduce himself. "General," he said, extending his hand, inclining his head just enough that his hair tumbled across one eye before he shook it back. "Poe Dameron." It's really great to meet you. It's an honor. I never thought I'd have the privilege. I just want you to know, I never thought you were a failure, not even after - No, that was - that was all taken care of, wasn't it? "Retirement's kind of a drag, huh?"