Cocktails and Flowers

The cocktails were surprisingly good for a wedding that had been planned in a hurry. Sera sipped her Nar Shadaa sunset, enjoying the way the bright, fruity flavours slid over her tongue, transporting her far away from Dantooine's rolling grasslands.

Bastila kicked her foot. "Don't get too festive. We still have work to do tomorrow. And we have to make a report to the Council before we can set off."

"It is one drink. I am not going to get anywhere near close to be impaired tomorrow. Unlike some people," Sera said, waving a finger at Bastila's empty wineglass and her second Fancy Whiskey of the evening.

Bastila pulled her glass defensively away. "I will be fine. I am not a lightweight like some people."

Sera gasped. "I am not a—"

A cluster of sharpness thumped into the side of her head.

"Oh, master Jedi, I'm so sorry! Are you alright?"

Blood flowed into her temple as her body realized that it had been hurt, alerting all of her nerve endings to the damage. "Ow!" She raised her hand to check for blood.

Bastila's fingers got there first. "Just a scratch, I think."

"Oh, I'm so glad," Rahasia Sandral, no, Rahasia Matale said. "Everyone was getting so excited when I was throwing the bouquet and I, well, I guess I wasn't paying that much attention. My brother always did say that I was clumsy."

"The what?" Sera said.

Bastila remembered herself and snatched her fingers away.

Mission trotted up to their table. "Aw, you guys. I was trying to catch it."

Bastila cleared her throat. "The superstition is that whoever catches the bouquet is destined to get married next."

"Oh, ew, is that what it is?" Mission crossed her hands in front of her chest. "I changed my mind. I relinquish all claims on the bouquet!"

"Huh." Sera scooped the bunch of flowers off the floor. "Hey, Onasi!" She waited until he looked her way, then threw the bouquet, aiming directly for his face. He caught it with a string of expletives. "Congratulations!"

He replied with a single raised finger.

"You know, you are bleeding a little," Bastila said.

"Is it bad? Do I need to fetch a medkit?" Rahasia said, worriedly.

"No, no. I can take care of it. Our rooms were this way, right?"

"I want to finish my drink first," Sera said, reaching for the glass.

Bastila slapped her hand away. "It'll only make you bleed more. Besides, it's staining your tongue pink."

Sera allowed herself to be led out of the reception. "It's fruit juice, it's good for me! The vitamin C will help stitch my beautiful face back together."

"That is a fruit flavoured nectar! It has not been within a parsec of actual fruit a single day in its life." Bastila unlocked the door to one of the rooms at the guest lodge that had been assigned to the crew of the Ebon Hawk and switched the light on. "Now, don't be a baby if I need to disinfect the cut."

Sera pulled the door shut and pressed Bastila against the wall, caging her in with her arms. "Did you really drag me all this way just to see to a tiny scratch?"

A blush spread across Bastila's cheeks. "Of course. How else could we perform our duties when you've been so viciously mauled." She trailed a finger around the outskirts of where the bouquet had struck.

Sera laughed. "I'm sorry I didn't get to dance with in public."

Bastila's breath caught. Sera leaned forward and kissed her parted lips, the taste of citrus and alcohol on her tongue.

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I wrote this late at night after work and I should clearly do this more often because this has the most kudos on AO3. And typos.