gofortheopticsWHO: Tali and Jaime
WHERE: The middle of the street, then either Jaime or Tali's MAC apartment
WHEN: July 3 at some ungodly hour in the morning
WARNINGS: There's a drunken knight?
SUMMARY: For some reason, Tali is under the impression Jaime will die if he's left alone for too long
FORMAT: Quick!
[She really had no reason to cater to Jaime's request for her to come and get him even though she had to work early and it was the middle of the night when she'd gotten his texts. For all that she was sure in his time that he could take care of himself, this place was a -- culture shock, to say the least.
They were friends, after all, even if she still wasn't entirely sure that Jaime hadn't just come to the bar when she'd been wallowing in self-pity to be entertained. After this they could be even, at least.
She yawned, pulling her jacket around herself a little tighter. She'd stumbled out of the house with her pajama pants still on (purple and zebra print, for reference) and now she was wandering down the street, looking for Jaime's signature hairdo and hoping that she wouldn't need the pistol tucked into her waistband.]