Catching Up [For Kar]
“I try to, if I can…” She commented, “swirling her glass. “It’s hard to with my workload. Spend more time as Mandalore than I do as ‘Kar’…”
Her smile faltered, looking worn. The weight of authority bearing down on her. Wartime Mandalores had it rough, but unlike her predecessors, she had to navigate a more aruetii like role, which only frustrated her at times. She could do it, but she didn’t like it.
“And the chakaar is back. I don’t know where we exactly stand…I guess we’re cin vhetin, but a part of me is wondering how long before he’ll be off without a word and pretending I don’t exist again…” She had realized she was running her mouth. “Sorry.”
“Yeah, well.” He sighed a bit, taking a gulp, and sat back, tipping his head back a moment to look up at the ceiling. “I missed Kar. Just this. Simple things like this.”
He was just a touch surprised to hear her say something so open before he did; for a moment he thought he was dreaming, and this was just where he wanted to be instead of on some dark cruiser with bad company. But no… He smiled, wrly, scratching at his neck one-handed, giving her a look. “At least yeh stand somewhere,” he commented. “I’m nearly 40, not exactly prime. Wanna know how long it’s been since I’ve gotten laid? Even had a date? No yeh don’t. Yeh’d have a heart attack, an’ yer kind of too important to kick the bucket outta shock.” He shook his head, taking another gulp.
“But nevermind that. Advice? Keep chasin’, sheila. If he’s worth it, he’ll come around. Otherwise, well, it’s not like it’ll be hard fer a gorgeous dangerous woman like you t’find someone who is.”
