I don't understand at best, and cannot speak for all the rest

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Who: Cassian Andor (¿y ustedes?)
Where: ALL AROUND TOWN. Seriously. Pick a spot, I'll come up with a reason for him to be there.
When: May 7th - May 14th
What: This is an open catchall, y'all. There will be starters in threads as they come to me, but feel free to make your own! Come meet the man, the myth, the Go Ask Alice employee.
Warnings: None, yet. Will put specific warnings in comment headers.
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[volitaunt]

[ He's glad that Cassian doesn't draw away. Selfishly, it gives Poe a moment to gather himself. To take in the sudden wave of gratitude he has for Cassian, for Jyn.

He pulls back a little, enough to grip Cassian's shoulders. ] You're the reason the Alliance survived at Yavin. I hope you realize that. Without what you did, it all would have ended right there. The Empire would have won.

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I'm going to take your word for it.

[ Not because he wouldn't otherwise believe Poe! But that is his signal, as it were, that there are more questions he is not up to asking right now. ]

I'm glad. At least the mission was successful. [ Cassian swallows, and nods. ]

[volitaunt]

It was. [ Another, briefer hug. Poe is good at picking up on signals in situations like these. He's had to learn how to be. One of the things people never mention about command is the need to comfort and to help others grieve, and to know when to stop doing either.

He's pretty sure he knows how Cassian would react to being called a hero, so he refrains, at least from doing it aloud. But he feels it acutely, the honor of knowing this man, so similar to the honor of knowing the General.

Poe knocks back his drink, squints, and clears his throat. ] Ow.

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Yeah, it's... [ Strong stuff, Poe, sorry. Granted, Cassian is a little proud he hasn't gone off the deep end writ drinking; now that he has people to worry about he can't afford to become an alcoholic on top of everything else.

Still. Cassian gives a little shrug, and a smile. ]

[volitaunt]

[ Poe laughs a little, pouring himself another. ] Y'know, I don't think I've gotten drunk since I graduated from the Academy?

[ Youthful restraint becoming force of habit over time. Know your limits, never pass them, never fly with booze in your system. You drink, you're grounded. No exceptions. ] Maybe once or twice since.

[ Bottoms up. ]

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I don't really know what I'm like drunk.

[ Because he's never had the time and space to do it. Here, he keeps forcing himself to go to work, to make a routine, to be present for people. Can't go drowning his sorrows. ]

So if I'm an asshole, here is my apology.

[ Cheers, Poe. ]

[volitaunt]

[ That actually gets a laugh, though it's rough-edged and heavy. A fresh shot for each of them, and Poe taps his glass lightly against Cassian's. Ironically: ] To new discoveries.