𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 ✧ 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚝𝚘𝚘, 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜

[realists]

who: jyn & cassian & friends
what: housewarming party
when: mid-august
where: jyn & cassian's home
warnings:

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It's not a very inviting text but since technically Jyn did invite the recipients to come to a location at a predetermined time, that counts as an invitation and Cassian cannot complain. The location is a small cottage home, space masonry covered in the same creeping leafy ivy as the rest of the moon, an overgrown garden on the side of the house being (what looks like violently) cut back to make room for the fresh plots of tiny herbs, each carefully labeled. There's a welcome mat and the door is open with the sounds of music drifting out of the screen door.

(Side note: none of that was there if early recon happened on the [LOCATION], so jot that down. This happened nearly overnight.)

Once inside, it's... shit, is it a party? Is it a party in Jyn and Cassian's new home that they got without telling anyone, moving in the cloak of night so that they could steal literally all of the furniture in their apartment that wasn't nailed down? Well, the shrimp dispenser is there in the kitchen and Jyn's wall of herbs are still there so that must be the case.

That's 100% what happened.

The kitchen is full of food, made by Cassian, and alcohol, and there is a small ginger cat prowling around and a small grey pile of fluff that occasionally makes a noise so it must be alive, the music is low enough to hold a conversation, and of course there is shrimp. Never ending bottomless shrimp. This is the extent of the party but be grateful that a year after Jyn and Cassian arrived in the Quarantine, they're inviting their, like, five friends to their home. Some people have never even seen the apartment, but that time has passed. Pour one out.

In addition to the food, there is one single cake, homemade, because turns out this party doubles as a joint birthday party. You know, for the birthdays neither of them told anyone about.

Yay! Party!

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[John looks out towards the patio with a thousand-yard stare.

He knows what Jim's doing. Half of him wants to take the beer and find a person, cat or something else to pretend to be distracted by. The other half of him wants to... he doesn't know what he wants, but he trusts Jim.

And he doesn't want him to leave. Not without him.]

Yeah, okay. Just remember what happened last time I drank too much around you at a party.

[It's a bad joke, and a warning, but he has to say something as they cross the room, anything to at least act like he's not on his way to an emotional execution.]

[winscenario]

[ Even if John were to protest, Jim would still insist. It's been too long since they've had time to really talk, to let things out. He knows John's not in a great place right now— can't be, after so many of his people have left.

And he doesn't want him bottling it all in. That's never the solution.

Jim breathes out a soft chuckle, a hand resting on John's back as though guiding him to one of the seats just outside. ]

It's just one beer, you lightweight. Besides— [ Jim shrugs. ] You promised that wouldn't happen again, and I believe you.