Hello! This one has been written up for a while now, but when you're home from school with a sinus infection, your 'why the hell not' senses kick in. This is for my Chiss Sith Warrior, Sey'chell Zhang. I have a thing with making Vette and Jaesa betting buddies and gambling girls. Pierce honestly doesn't care about Chell romantically, although he does wonder why she goes for Quinn. (Pierce/Jaesa is my favourite companion ship, right after Mako/Torian.)
"Ten says they've kissed at least once."
"You're on, Vette. I see your ten credits and raise you my twenty. And say that my master and Quinn have moved to the bedroom."
"What in the name of Mandos are you two doing now?"
The Sith apprentice and Twi'lek 'not-actually-a-slave-anymore' turned to look at the Lieutenant Pierce. They were perfectly aware that they looked a little strange, sitting on ridiculously puffy throw pillows in the middle of the cargo bay, sabacc cards long forgotten.
Vette answered cheekily, "Betting on the progress of the relationship of our Lord and Master Sey'chell and her Captain Quinn."
Pierce raised a blood-red eyebrow. "Well, then, in that case: I'm betting you both that they're about to be married and that's what they're current secretiveness is about." He crossed his arms proudly as the girls looked at him like he was in the same state of mind as that Moff Broysc fellow.
Suddenly, a cool voice from behind them said, "I'll bet all three of you that we're not involved at all, but are... fond of each other."
The girls jumped, and Pierce turned, his face absolutely calm. Lord Sey'chell, petite and ebony-haired as usual, with her red eyes ablaze with humor, stood in the doorway. Chell bit her lip at their incredulous faces, and past the room towards her personal quarters, calling out as she passed. "Carry on."
The three crew members shared a look after she left. Vette broke the silence first.
"There is no way that that was true. I've been around her long enough to know that."
"But, she… it's absolutely possible that…." Jaesa didn't seem able to complete a sentence.
Pierce shrugged. "Maybe we'll never know, so let's leave it at that. Just to make sure we don't get speared for snooping, alright?"
"You know that you'll owe all of them twenty credits in the morning, right?"
"Of course. That's exactly why I did it. Each of those expressions was easily worth twenty credits."
"I doubt I will ever understand you, my lord."
"As endearing as hearing you say that title, Malavai, I don't believe now is the time and place. You are, I believe, off the clock?"
"At exactly twenty-two hundred hours, my lord."
"Then right about… now."