electrocynic | MCA #5, Sunday Evening

The plus side about having a date with somebody who apparently lived on the same floor in the same building as Kanan did was that it was a pretty quick matter of just walking home after work, changing into something clean that didn't smell like onion soup, ditching the blaster (one did not go into a lady's house armed on the first date), and heading down the hallway.

He'd brought an offering of rum, too, mostly because she'd approved of it last night, and he wasn't about to make her provide all of the drinks for the evening.

One last moment taken to run a hand over his hair to make sure he was something vaguely resembling presentable, and then he was knocking on Sarah's door. Truth be told, it had been some time since he'd done something resembling a date himself. And if he was being even more honest about it, his dating history had been... well... short. So if he was a bit excited himself, at least he was doing a decent job of keeping his cool about it.

Jedi: Not exactly dating professionals. But very good at keeping cool.

Superheroes honestly weren't much better. Ones from her world in particular – there seemed to be a tendency for various massive character flaws that got in the way of dating even more than the job did.

So, hey. This could be nice.

She even bothered to check herself in the mirror before she came to the door. Made sure her hair wasn't doing anything tragic, and to make sure her top was as trampy as it could be without being too much.

And then, she opened the door. "Hey."

"Hey." Kanan offered Sarah both a grin and the bottle of rum as the door opened. Which was about as close as he'd ever come to handing somebody flowers, really. "How are you this evening?"

Don't mind the way his smile got just slightly bigger, there. He was noticing the effects of the top. Kanan was an observant one.

"You look great."

Sarah vastly preferred rum to flowers. You could actually do something with rum. So, she looked pretty plesed as she accepted the bottle.

"Thanks," she drawled, stepping aside to give him room to come in. "'S been a pretty uneventful day so far. Think that's about to change, though."

"Well, there's the hope, at least," Kanan agreed, making his way inside. "I'll do my best to be more interesting than an uneventful day."

But hey, there was alcohol and there had been talk of 'other things,' so it would be difficult not to be. Not without actively trying. Maybe taking a nap on the couch. And he really wasn't here for that.

"It's a pretty low bar," Sarah quipped as she closed the door behind him. "You're half over just by showing up, really."

"Well, there's some good momentum already," Kanan decided. "Better keep tripping over that bar while I'm here, hm? Where should we start? Drinks and conversation? Have you eaten?"

They had kind of left the whole agenda for the evening fairly open-ended. Which wasn't a bad thing, of course. It meant they could more or less set their own pace, here.

"I have snacks," Sarah replied, gesturing him towards the living room. It was pretty tidy, nothing too bad out in the open. Some bags of crisps and things on the coffee table, along with a stack of old issues of New Power Express.

The apartment looked lived-in. Cosy, in its own understated way. "Drinks, conversation, and crisps?"

"Sounds to me like a winning combination," Kanan decided, giving the living room a cursory glance around, mostly out of habit, as he made his way in and took a seat. He shot Sara a grin. "The snacks are already a step up from what we'd talked about," he teased, lightly. "I wish I'd known this was going to be all fancy. I would've put on a tie."

No. Never.

"D'you even own one?"

Had to be asked. She was mostly joking, but also, he didn't necessarily seem like the type.

It also gave her something to say as she went to get some glasses.

"Not a single one," Kanan confessed. "There were some dress clothes left behind in my apartment when I moved in that more or less fit me, but they're not really my style, and they were ruined the first time I wore them anyway."

That sort of thing tended to happen when there were flamethrowers involved. Kanan had to hand it to Dr. Lecter; the man had an interesting idea of what a wedding entailed.

"I'm probably overdue for a shopping trip, where that sort of thing is concerned. It's starting to get cooler, I've noticed. And hell if I know what winter's like here."

"Cold."

That was ever so helpful, really. But, she brought some glasses over, along with the rum. She plopped herself down on the other end of the couch before opening the bottle.

"The fuck happened the first time you wore your fancy clothes, though?"

Cold was about as good an answer as Kanan could have hoped for, honestly. He smirked and shrugged a little.

"Somebody had a really rough first wedding attempt. There was fire involved. I've stopped going to the follow-up tries, but I hear it's become a bit of a saga."

"A Fandom couple?" Sarah checked, as if that was necessary. Occasionally a lot of random shit happened in people's home universes, but mostly? It was the island.

She poured two glasses of rum. To start with. "Didn't know any of our folks even tried getting married."

... Showed how much attention she paid to anything.

Kanan gave his shoulders a shrug.

"I don't know one of them very well, but there was an open bar," be confessed. "Doctor Lecter and his fiance, cementing for me the idea that marriage is probably more trouble than it's worth."

Or at least the wedding part. Kanan shrugged.

"In any case, it did a number on the wardrobe."

Which hadn't been all that impressive to start with.

"Well, you're looking fine tonight," Sarah decided, holding one glass out for him. "'Course, I wasn't expecting wedding finery in the first place. Not really what this is about."

A beat.

"I should hope, anyway."

"You don't have to worry about that here," Kanan replied, chuckling as he accepted the offered glass. "I promise, I'm not the kind of guy who'll make dates with marriage in mind right out of the gate."

Or probably ever. Kanan was not the marrying type.

"I mean, you're great so far, but we've had, what, forty minutes of conversation combined, to date? Maybe almost an hour, if we're being generous."

"Aww, you don't just jump right to marriage?" Sarah drawled. No one had ever been more obviously kidding with their 'aww' of pity. Ever. She took a sip and shook her head. "Yeah, no. I don't know if I see the point in it just in general, if I'm honest."

"Nah?" Look at Kanan. Look at Kanan just relax a little more in general as he took a drink. "I mean, I'm sure it's fine for some people, but I'm not really the kind of person to settle down in one place for any reason. Swearing myself to another person for life included."

It was much harder to flee a planet when you had a wife there, he was sure.

"I'm fine settling down," Sarah replied, shrugging. "Just not with a person." Well. Depended on the person, but only one had so far come close to getting her there.

She tilted her head a little. "So you'v flown around space a lot, I take it?"

Look, she'd identified him as a space boy on first meeting. It made sense to assume when he failed to settle down, he didn't necessarily just move from place to place on the same planet.

"Basically all across the galaxy," Kanan confirmed with an easy shrug of his shoulders. "Well, my galaxy. My version of my galaxy, which I guess is more or less a given around this place. Mostly I take odd jobs where I can find them. Keeps me in work for a bit, and then I move on. I haven't settled down in any one place for as long as I've been on the island in years."

And he'd only been on the island since the start of summer.

Something that did not escape Sarah's notice, no.

She looked amused.

"And you've been here for what? Two weeks?"

"Nearly four months," Kanan replied, almost, almost without a trace of irony. "The island doing all the moving around that it did during the summer helped with the wanderlust at least a little bit. The fact that I can't figure out how to get home is doing the rest of the job."

'Home' being a very broad term when you didn't tend to stay anywhere for more than two months at a time.

"Home like your galaxy, I assume," Sarah replied, after a sip from her glass. "Since it looks like you live about five steps away from here."

'Home' wasn't really that simple of a concept for her, either.

"That's the one," Kanan agreed easily. "I do have to say, living basically next door did make getting here pretty easy tonight, though."

He had no complaints about that. He could have a hangover from hell the day after and still drag himself back to his own apartment relatively easily, after all.

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