Hello! This story is kinda random, actually it's really random. Came up with it whilst painting a very small room... Oh by the way, it's kind of AU, set after ROTJbut Han and Leia aren't together yet. I think that's everything.
Hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Chapter 1, An agreement
"You want us to what!" Han Solo asked Mon Mothma angrily as she put across the proposal, hoping that he had misheard her, the table was that long...
"It won't take long, General. After all, we have got a lot more help since we took over the Imperial Palace," Mon Mothma tried to reason with the angry Solo.
"I don't care how much man power we have, the fact I have to do something which someone else could do is what I'm annoyed about!" Han shouted back across the long table.
"As I said, it won't take long! And it could be fun!" Came the reply, "you're all being assigned to different rooms, it won't take all that long!"
"That's the third time you've said it won't take long!"
"Because it won't!"
"It will! You know what the guys you'll rope in are like! Before you know it, you've got your next three months occupied!" Han yelled back.
"Oh shut up and get on with it, Solo!"
"Why should I!"
Mon Mothma sighed and gave in.
"I'll pay you!" She shouted, meaning to do nothing of the sort, suddenly Han's whole attitude changed.
"Okay," he shrugged, "how much?"
"Fifty credits!"
"A hundred!"
"Not on your life, General!"
"Fine, seventy five!"
"Sixty!" Mon Mothma reasoned.
"Seventy, final offer." Han gave her a lop sided smile and Mon Mothma felt herself fall into his infamous trap.
"Seventy, shall we shake on it?"
"I'm not up to the mile walk," Han smiled, gesturing to the table, "seventy five credits, per room."
He left before Mon Mothma could argue.
Random enough yet? Oh yeah, I forgot, I was also hyper on sugar when I wrote this (he he). Please review and tell me what you think...
