you can call me great one

Yesterday had been Jaina's 28th birthday, and she was largely unreachable for it. For the first time since she'd left for her year in Fandom, the entire Solo family- what was left of it, anyway- was on the same planet at the same time. Naturally this meant her parents thought it would be a good idea for them to all spend time together, because Jacen and Jaina had both absolutely failed at letting them know that they weren't exactly on speaking terms at the moment.

Despite their current issues, there were some things that the twins were still of one mind about, such as the fact that this was the exact wrong time to tell their parents that they weren't exactly on speaking terms. So they got through it, careful not to set themselves up for any actual conversation with each other, more because it might tip Han and Leia off than because they couldn't play nice for one night, and making sure to clamp down on any irritation that might be felt. Okay fine, that was Jaina's issue, not Jacen's. All in all, it ended up being a pretty good time without any drama or arguments.

But today was quiet with not much on Jaina's schedule, and too much free time was making her too thoughtful. And kind of depressed. She and Jacen had automatically conspired to get away with something without their parents knowing just like they had when they were kids, but the state of the relationship was bad and she had no idea how to fix it anymore. The part of her that could win a championship in holding grudges almost didn't want to. Then when you added in all the thoughts she suddenly had about her last conversation with Ben, wondering if it was already too late for Jacen, wondering if she should keep trying, wondering if she should stay away in order to shield them both from further emotional hurt from a future that might be inevitable...

She might just abandon her quarters for the day and spend all her time in the training room. That wasn't an excessive way to spend a day, right?


[SP is in effect but not posting her for her birthday after four years was gonna bother me more than I wanna admit. Open for calls, texts, emails, FedEx, carrier pigeon, pony express, telegraph, smoke signals, and entire conversations in semaphore.]

It was Jaina's birthday, but she wasn't drawing that much attention to it. Last year had been her last "big" birthday for a while, and she'd spent that one newly single and depressed, headed to the bar alone. This year she was spending it more or less newly single and confused, and she was just skipping the hangover this time. Besides, years of living here while having two birthdays a year meant she kept reminding herself that she was turning twenty-two, not twenty-three, and if she couldn't remember her own age, what was the point?

Instead, to celebrate, Jaina was trying not to burn down her apartment. It had been touch and go there for a second. She'd thought it would be easy enough to just throw something in the oven and take it out after a certain amount of time, but then she'd stopped to answer a call from home, and then there had been a smoke detector going off, followed by a smoke detector being pulled from the wall by Force to make it shut the kriff up, and ruined food, followed by a decision to maybe call for Chinese.


[Door open for air circulation! Post is open too, but for different reasons, and SP till I get off work.]

Jaina had gone out for her twenty-first birthday pretty much just to say she did it, even when the last thing she wanted to do these days was celebrate. And not only did she do it, but she did it well enough to wake up with a splitting headache when her alert buzzer went off. See, this was another reason she rarely drank like this; all the giggling and falling off of things (not that she'd done that) in the galaxy didn't make up for the aftermath.

After running through a technique to take away the worst of it, Jaina pulled her comlink and phone to her, because she still had messages to check, even if she wasn't getting up just yet. She was also still sore from yesterday's spar. Some degree of laziness was allowed. She rarely had messages on her phone anymore, so she was a little surprised to find one now. And then her heart did a little flip when she saw who it was from.

And then her stomach dropped when she remembered that she'd kind of initiated the whole thing.

She listened to it a couple times, then finally worked her way up to leaving one back before deciding maybe she should see how much she was up for in the gym. After a really greasy breakfast, some aspirin, and a gallon of water.


[Establishy, unless you wanna wait till 6!]