[ She grins, wide and bright, flash of her own teeth for once as she brushes her thumb across the back of Ahsoka's - and happily she supposes they match in the oddness of the crowd enough that no one pays attention them. Ahsoka's... everything not quite human. A girl foot to chest covered in tattoos that's bare and showing through her thin loose-hanging clothes. It feels right though.
hers, she thinks. this is hers, and Jack can never take this off her and her head's so deliriously happy in the haze of drink and music and the feel of Ahsoka's lips on her cheek. ]
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hers, she thinks. this is hers, and Jack can never take this off her and her head's so deliriously happy in the haze of drink and music and the feel of Ahsoka's lips on her cheek. ]
Of course. I'm sneaky.