[ He has to take a moment to think on that, before settling with: ]
No. It's just surprising.
[ Ren may have spent the past however-many-years shuffled from one celibate, ascetic order to another, but that doesn't mean he's blind; he knows TJ's attractive. But compliments, flirting, that's all... not in his wheelhouse. And he's not even sure what he wants to accomplish here, besides meeting up with a person who isn't associated with the damned Resistance in any way.
He casts a glance at the bar, then nods. ]
Let's go in.
[ Where they can both not drink!
The bar itself has a decent-sized crowd, but it's a quieter establishment, classy, even, in that it seems to be set up for people to have conversations in intimate lighting, against the backdrop of somebody playing the piano. When was the last time he'd been inside a tavern? It had to have been before his parents sent him away. An adolescent attempt at sneaking in with some friends, which ended with him so sick with a hangover that his mother wound up going easy on him. (Han, he remembers, thought it was funny, and gave him some fatherly advice for how to avoid the hangovers next time.)
Ren stands there for a moment, looking around the bar. NOW WHAT? ]
I don't... do this often.
[ As if he really needs to tell TJ that. It's probably obvious with the way he's carrying himself. ]
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No. It's just surprising.
[ Ren may have spent the past however-many-years shuffled from one celibate, ascetic order to another, but that doesn't mean he's blind; he knows TJ's attractive. But compliments, flirting, that's all... not in his wheelhouse. And he's not even sure what he wants to accomplish here, besides meeting up with a person who isn't associated with the damned Resistance in any way.
He casts a glance at the bar, then nods. ]
Let's go in.
[ Where they can both not drink!
The bar itself has a decent-sized crowd, but it's a quieter establishment, classy, even, in that it seems to be set up for people to have conversations in intimate lighting, against the backdrop of somebody playing the piano. When was the last time he'd been inside a tavern? It had to have been before his parents sent him away. An adolescent attempt at sneaking in with some friends, which ended with him so sick with a hangover that his mother wound up going easy on him. (Han, he remembers, thought it was funny, and gave him some fatherly advice for how to avoid the hangovers next time.)
Ren stands there for a moment, looking around the bar. NOW WHAT? ]
I don't... do this often.
[ As if he really needs to tell TJ that. It's probably obvious with the way he's carrying himself. ]