![]() ![]() Swivel's heart stopped for a solid few seconds before jackrabbiting back to life at three times its normal speed. Swivel wanted to move but he seemed to be frozen. Kriff kriff kriff not a good time, not a good time! Swivel jerked to a halt less than ten feet from their booth. General Kenobi leaned in and kissed Marshall Commander Cody. ![]() They hadn't looked away from each other in several minutes, despite a very rowdy table just a few feet away. As he drew closer, he slowly noticed that both the General and Commander seemed to be quite wrapped up in their conversation. He pushed himself off of the barstool and - a little unsteadily - began making his way across 79's to their table. And in honor of his brothers that didn't, Swivel planned to make the most of this surprising gift he'd been given. He, like so many of his brothers, never truly expected to make it out in one piece. Seeing the smiles on their faces, Swivel figured now was as good a time as ever to introduce himself and thank them both for seeing him through the other side of the galactic conflict. Scanning the other side of the bar, he found them both in a booth, conversing cordially with their heads close together. Swivel's brothers had teased him mercilessly as his knees practically gave out when he sat down at a table next to them.Ĭhugging the final swigs of his latest drink, and grateful that the crowd seemed to have thinned out quite a bit, Swivel turned toward where he had last seen Cody and the General. While Swivel had wanted to sink through the mess hall floor, the Commander had simply quirked a tired smile and thanked him anyways, giving his shoulder a friendly pat as he walked away. ![]() I don't really like koizenberry, notthatit'snotnice! Sir! I just-um-do you want my willperberry tart instead? Sir?" Swivel had blinked and said something elegant along the lines of, "I-uhhh wellI'mnotsure. Swivel had never met the general, and had only talked to Cody once in passing in the mess hall - Cody had asked him if there were any koizenberry tarts left when he came in late from a strategy session with the higher ups. Several hours and many drinks later, Swivel had finally felt loose lipped and confident enough to actually approach the great Negotiator and Marshall Commander Cody. He didn't need any more elbows in his ribs thank you very much. He would have gone over too, but there were already more people squeezed up next to him at the far corner of the bar than Swivel would have liked, and it wasn't nearly as packed there as it was by the General and Commander. The two of them were currently tucked away in a booth off to the side of the dance floor, after having spent most of the evening in the center of a mass of Swivel's brothers so deep he swore the entire battallion was trying to toast them personally one by one. Swivel had no idea what to do - and from the looks of it Commander Cody didn't either. He supposed drinking was kind of the whole point of celebrating the war's end at 79's, but still. ![]()
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