WHO: Martha Jones, Sam Winchester and Jaina Solo WHAT: Rescuing the drunk Jedi WHEN: After Jaina's comm. WHERE: bars. RATING: TBD. STATUS: In progress
When Martha had said she wanted something to do, this wasn't what she'd had in mind. Trawling through bars, hunting for the one with a green sign and bourbon. Not exactly narrowed down. Still, she wasn't exactly about to give up and leave Jaina to get drunk on her own, not when there were demons out there who would probably love to get their hands on a drunk and vulnerable Jedi.
"And see, this is exactly why I don't ever drink," she muttered under her breath, glancing at Sam with a half smirk. "Dragging people out to look for me."
Not that she begrudged it really. It seemed, from what Martha could make out from Jaina's ramblings, that there were some serious issues that needed addressing. Something to do with her brother and being a bad person. Him, or her, or maybe both, Martha was fuzzy on that part.
"You have too many bars in this city," she told Sam, her British accent coming through more crisply as her tiredness began to show. "Think this one will be the lucky one?"