She was glad to be getting out of this Force forsaken dump

Not even the amount of alcohol in her system right now could make this place seem good.

She'd even thrown more credits to the people in the dingy hole that passed for a cantina out here.

She didn't care where they were headed next, anywhere was better than this.

She heard footsteps, slightly heavier than they would normally be

Thought he'd gone and slept it off…. Krif, I should probably go and sleep this off…

She turned her chair around, arms crossed. Corso was standing in the archway leading into the cockpit, leaning against the wall, Fira had to wonder if that was him being suave or him doing his best not to fall over.

He's completely plastered…

She said nothing, wondering just where this was going.

"Booy captain…" The slur to his words was obvious, "Travelling with you is making me miss the good ole' days…"

"For Ord Mantel where separatists were bad and guns were good and we could just run in shootin'"

Fira grinned, changing her stance so one hand rested on her hip, an impish grin on her face, "I could be persuaded into a little drunken gunplay…" She knew she had a much better grip on how drunk she was than he did, judging from the fact he was trying not to sway.

"I'm not drunk, maaaybe a bit tipsy…" He protested, "I could still bullseye an Imperial solider at a thousand paces…"

He took a step forward, and Fira noticed he lurched just a bit.

"Why don't we have more fun on this ship? Back home when we needed a laugh we used to run the rontos in circles and see if they could charge us without fallin' over…"

Fira could feel the more sensible part of her brain, which right now still decided to be there telling her to be careful, another part was laughing at how absurd this sounded but they were dull whispers compared to…

Fira smirked and titled her head, an impish grin on her face "Got any suggestions that don't involve farm animals?"

To her surprise he stepped closer to her, "Yeah I do… but it'll take a while to explain'…" He placed his hand on her arm, and looked her in the eyes brown meeting green, and his voice dropped just a touch "Care to let me show you…"

A shiver ran down her spine as he said that, he'd never spoken to her like that, not looked at her like that. She'd caught that look once or twice in his usually gentle looking eyes when they had been in particuarly heavy fights (which was happening more and more often)

She blamed it on the alcohol but she felt a flush of heat run through her and she was aware of how close he was to her, and yes he was on closer inspection rather handsome and how easy it would be just to step a little bit closer and…

But that sensible voice was in her head again… count to three.

This is really not the time… she ignored it, and stepped herself closer.

But then Corso took a sudden step back and dropped her arm as if it was dangerous.

"Aww… I shouldn'tve said that…" He placed a hand over his face and shook his head

Fira closed the distance between them and grabbed his arms lightly, "Why not?"

She saw him swallow and look away, "It's not right…" He turned back to face her "Me propositionin' you like a Hutt's dancer"

She let go of his arms and put on hand to his chin, tilting his head up slighty "Corso…" she sighed.

She felt as if something didn't happen soon she was going to scream. The more impulsive part of her mind had taken over her alcohol addled brain and was telling her to do something that was probably pretty dumb, but to hell with it…

"I… I mean it Captain," He cupped one of his hands over the one she had placed on his chin and slowly lowered it, he held onto her hand lightly fingertips just touching, and she let him do so. "You deserve better… you deserve a man you can let your guard down with… who will treat you right… take care of you for a change…"

To hell with what you deserve… go with what you want the impulsive voice seemed to shout the loudest at this point.

"And where," She put her hand on his cheek, and titled her head slightly "Would I find someone like that?" She lent herself in closer again "Aww c'mon, we'd have fun" She was so close to him again, and it didn't seem to help how she was feeling at this moment, nor did the direction her mind kept running in.

"I'm not presuming anything… but I want to show you I have the chance of being something more…" He tried to move back and she let him do so.

Fira wanted to say something, do something. She seemed unusually conflicted; she wasn't sure whether to tell him to knock it off, laugh at him or just grab him and push him up against the nearest wall before he had a chance to say anything else, amongst other suggestions.

But for once in her life the captain was feeling rather tongue-tied and couldn't seem to do anything.

"Corso…" She managed to say with a sigh but the chance to come out with anything else was quashed.

"You know, It's kinda late… probably should go sleep this off…"

And with that he quite promptly (or at least as promptly as a drunk person could) left the cockpit.

She could hear his footsteps echoing through the ship and then all went quiet.

Fira lent her hands on the ship's console, taking comfort in the feel of the familiar structure under her hands, staring out the window, she let out a frustrated sigh and pouted.

"Aww kriff" she said to no one in particular.

She avoided the urge to smack her head into the ship's console, that wouldn't solve her problems and she knew that would give her more of a headache than she had right now.

What was that word?

Haryc b'aalyc… tired and emotional

That sounded about right, a tired smile twitched her lips for a moment and she shook her head.

Fit the pair of them right to a tee, things had been going crazy since Ord. The pair of them had been thrown together and she felt as if in the short time they'd been travelling together that she knew he had her back and vice versa. And, although it sounded vain she knew that he clearly liked her more than on the level someone usually liked their captain.

He's a dumb kid, Fira… not worth wasting your time on.

That was the voice she seldom listened too, and she had no intention on doing so now.

She shook her head, no she wasn't going to get all tied up in some guy she just met just because he happened to say a few nice things to her. That was not how this worked, smugglers didn't have any more ties than they needed to, it was safer that way, and the only things you could really trust were your ship and your blasters.

Why did he have to go and make this complicated?

She wanted to scream in frustration as the rubbed the scar over her eye and pushed a bit of red hair away from her face.

And with a sigh she turned away and went to her own quarters, although she had a feeling she wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight.

So I decided I wanted to rewrite this fic, then realised I needed to do some bridging work between this and the conversation where you get Flashy. I'm aiming to try and write slightly longer pieces than I have to for this mini-series and hopefully I can stitck to this.

PS Thank you to laloga and clicketykeys for all the reviews/tips and general chatting c: