"Do you believe in love, Luke?" Mara asked idly, the question both forming in her mind and being spoken nearly simultaneously, one finger tracing the curve of the whisky bottle she was drinking from.
Luke moved from his position by the hatchway of the Jade's Fire, no longer leaning against the frame. Mara was sitting on the floor in its hold, an empty bottle of Corellian whisky beside her, and another in her hand, only half-full. Her hair was dirty and lank, pulled back from her face with a simple tie. Luke eyes rested on her for long moments, something sad stirring in the blue depths.
Mara grabbed the bottle again, and took a good-sized swig, as she had mindlessly been doing for the past hour. Luke watched silently, as he had been doing for the past few minutes.
After a second's hesitation, Luke quietly walked to her and sat down in front of her. He took the bottle from her hand and placed it out of her reach. Read more here.
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