firstofitskind | MHA #6, Thursday Evening

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MHA #6, Thursday Evening - PARTY!

Liam and Verity had decided to celebrate the whole 'officially moving in together' with a housewarming of sorts. Never mind that even before the rest of his stuff had made it over there, Liam had basically been living at the apartment in practice if not in name. Look, they wanted to throw a party, they were throwing a party. 'Housewarming' was just a convenient excuse.

The weapons that usually were strewn about the apartment had all been stashed in the bedroom, and there was a good selection of food and drinks (both alcoholic and non) laid out on the kitchen table. They might be in debt to the various restaurants in Fandom for providing the spread, but no one wanted to nosh on Verity's "leftover Chinese food fajita specials." The mice had even been bribed with a selection of the appetizers to stay away from the table of food. (They had not, however, been expressly forbidden from trying to convince anyone to give them food once it had left the table, so... fair warning.)

Coats go in the spare room and please don't touch the Barbie Dream House. Unless invited to by the mice, of course.

[ooc: up early for SP because things like timezones and work get in the way. open to all friends, neighbours, ex-housemates, coworkers, friends-of-friends, etc. basically, if you're an adult you got an invite.]

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Kanan had actually taken a little bit of nerving up to show up to this particular party, yes. He knew Liam worked with the troopers at the station every day, but had no idea how far that working relationship extended to casual invitations to housewarming parties, or whatever.

So he was here with his lightsaber broken down into parts, and keeping an eye out. But mostly relaxed.

Look, he brought wine!

... For everyone but himself, presumably.

While the Troopers were coworkers, and thus technically invited, they were also ~~NPCs~~ all mysteriously busy today for some reason.

"They're out on patrol," Liam said, by way of greeting. Not because he could read the narrative, but because he'd interacted with Kanan enough to know what he'd be jumpy about. "All of them. Which is funny, because normally that's their least favorite thing to do, but," he shrugged. "I'm hardly one to discourage anyone from actually doing their job."

Kanan hadn't even realized he was holding his breath until Liam said that and he exhaled it.

"Thanks," he replied, giving him a crooked smile. "Not that I'm not sure they're great guys or anything. Me and the cops, I guess."

Bullshit, Kanan.

"... Is there anything to patrol out there? Or are they just hovering around J,GoB and gossiping, do you suppose?"

"Rosa seems to think I ought to be worried about what I'll walk into when I head to work tomorrow," Liam admitted with a sigh. "She... may have a point."

Kanan's eyebrows rose a little at that.

"They're prone to getting into trouble, are they?"

That... didn't entirely surprise him, no. He'd spent his fair share of time around clones, after all.

"Apparently there was a thing a couple weeks back where they decided to debrief Rosa entirely through extensively choreographed dance numbers?" Liam said with a shrug. From what he'd been able to gather, they hadn't been especially good dance numbers.

Kanan... blinked.

"Like hell they did?"

Another blink.

"Are they bored or something? Not getting enough work around this place?"

Not that he was about to encourage them to look for work, all things considered. But.

What.

"Like hell they did," Liam confirmed. "'Bored' is a good word for it, I think."

"And that's just what the island needs," Kanan sighed. "Bored troopers."

Bored clones.

"I guess it could always be worse."

They could be dutiful troopers. With activated chips. And he could be a very dead Kanan. Which was not on the agenda, thanks.

Liam just gave Kanan a look.

"You really should know better than to say that particular phrase," he pointed out with a sigh.

"Believe me, buddy, I know."

When it came to troopers, especially.

"But around here? It's going to be true whether I say it or not."

... Was Liam going to blame him for this weekend? Kanan would probably blame himself for this weekend.

"I'm blaming you if they decide to start one of those internet funding things to get their musical produced," Liam said.

"It'd keep them busy for a while," Kanan offered.

Busy troopers were a good thing!

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"Oh hey, wine," Verity said appreciatively. "Thanks for bringing something. Uhh, should I get you a glass?"

She really meant a cup. Or maybe a mug. Wine glasses were for people who kept flour in their flour containers and not poison darts.

Kanan opened his mouth to reply, realized a half a beat later what it was he was replying to, and then closed it again with a smile that was actually edging somewhere in the direction of embarrassed.

"Actually, I don't drink, myself. Ever since I've been unable to separate alcohol from 'weeks of having coffee mercilessly shoved down my throat' last year."

Also ever since he recognized that he had a pretty ugly problem. But blaming the tremens was much easier and rather less personal.

"But thanks for offering," he added, because manners!

"Sounds like Liam," Verity said with a grin. "I think he was more upset we defiled his palate with coffee than anything else that happened."

Because Liam was a philistine who didn't understand how good coffee actually was.

"See, I didn't mind coffee before," Kanan replied, smiling crookedly. "It was a perfectly tolerable substitute for the equivalent from back home. But it'll be a warm day on Hoth before I willingly put the stuff in my mouth again, just so long as I have access to a steady supply of caf."

... It was really more spite than personal taste at this point, and Kanan was not shy about admitting that.

Spite was one of the best motivations someone could have.

"See, now I've gotta try this," Verity decided. "Liam loves to complain about my coffee, but if there's something even better I could drink..."

She meant 'stronger.'

Kanan only got to keep so many points of spite as a Jedi. He was choosing to save them up for coffee.

"Maybe that's what I shoudl've brought over instead of wine," he mused, scratching his chin thoughtfully. "I keep stocked up on caf now that the portals are running home again, I could've donated a bag of ground caf beans to this housewarming. I suppose it's not too late, I can run get some. Or swing by another time to drop some off."

Wise choice.

"Hey hey now, don't be too hasty," Verity said with a laugh. "I like alcohol, too. And besides, I know Liam would be thrilled to have people coming over to visit. Especially if we plan some kind of dinner thing, so then he'll have an excuse to replace my kitchen table."

The current one was at least on its last legs. Literally.

"So, what you're saying is that I'm coming back with caf sometime so that you can upgrade your furniture?" Kanan couldn't help but look amused at that thought. "I can never tell Hera this. My kitchen table has been in desperate need of replacing since before we used it as a makeshift shark barricade."

"Hey, I think it's a perfectly fine table," Verity said. "You just have to balance things right. Liam's the guy who has decided he's Mr. Home And Gardens over here. Probably gave the poor thing a complex."

"See, I like the way you think," Kanan laughed, shaking his head and grinning. "Hera took one look at my apartment and insisted I at least get chairs. I don't know why. I don't really need 'em."

Really. He didn't. He had a perfectly good floor. Perfect for kneeling on for hours at a stretch while attempting to meditate with an excited dog in his face. It was great.

"Kanan Jarrus, by the way," he added, offering a hand. "I think technically I'm Liam's teaching buddy from back when he was freaking out trying to figure what to do with a pack of teenagers."

He'd pester Liam more often, but... Troopers. Nope.

"Verity Price," she said, taking the proffered hand. Her grip was stronger than expected and had some interesting callouses. "And I have to admit, this whole table thing is probably just payback for how I bullied him into getting a bed. Because when we met, he was sleeping in a chair."

"I'm really in no position to address that one, either," Kanan admitted with a wry cough. "I was sleeping on the couch for the longest time because I gave my bed to some guy and his giant pink bird."

They still found feathers, sometimes.

He was making note of the callouses and the grip, sure-- her callouses were very similar to his own. The callouses that came from being well-versed with and not afraid to use a variety of weapons.

They were pretty typical for this place.

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