fic prompt 11, Colton and anyone you'll ship her with ;)
Send me a pairing and a prompt for Valentines’ day and I’ll write a short fic!
The warm Correlian brandy splashes against the back of her throat, the prickling sensation of alcohol entering her bloodstream hitting her like a strong right cross with a fruity aftertaste. Whoa. Maybe the triple shot was a little much.
She shakes her head as if to clear it, though that doesn’t do much good. Well, no sense in doing anything halfway. She smiles, reaching for the bottle. “Thanks, bartender.” The empty bar says nothing back.
Well, that won’t do. A few taps on her new commlink and a holonet display thrums to life, flickering blue lines weaving together into a literal parade of colors. “Bringing you all the gorgeous coverage of the Atria’s Day Parade on Hosnian Prime--”
Ouch. If the triple shot was a right cross, that was a haymaker -- an unpleasantly sobering one, too. How many Atria’s Days have I missed? Twenty seven, no, twenty six if I died--I mean, fell into the carbonite--and didn’t they used to hold that on Corusc--
“First time seeing the parade at the new capital?” Oshaarna’s there now, on her right. When did she get there?
Colton turns her head to the now half-empty bottle of brandy. Oh, she thinks. When did that happen? She turns back to Oshaarna. Oh no she’s looking at me. First Atria’s Day in nearly three decades and she’s looking at me and why did I think getting this drunk was a good idea.
“You should try some of this,” Colton manages.
“Oh yeah, Dad always liked having a bar on his ships if the budget allowed for it. Said he picked it up on this civilian vessel back before Hoth...”
Colton lets Oshaarna continue -- she’s genuinely too drunk to shoot from the hip like she usually does, but just listening to Oshaarna talk for a few hours ends up being a lot nicer than the parade or the brandy.
It’s not her normal, per se, but at least it’s someone’s. And for once in her life, Colton really appreciates normal.
