So the other day I was cleaning out my purse and discovered two things: A. I have way too may Vera Bradley pieces in my purse. B. You really can tell a lot about a woman from the contents of her purse. Thus was born the idea for a series of oneshots all about what the contents of a woman's purse says about her.
I came up with Mara's right away; I can totally see her doing something like this. I do plan to continue with this series, using both Star Wars and Non-Star Wars characters. So if there is any particular lady you want to see me write about, just PM me and let me know!
Oh yeah, and I don't own Star Wars (sad story)
Enjoy!
Lethal Accessories
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No!"
"Yes."
"Skywalker!"
"Mara."
"Urgh!"
"So I'll take that as a yes."
"You men are so frustrating!"
Luke merely laughed at his wife's antics. "It's only a party Mara."
"That's what you said about the last 'diplomatic function' that Leia hosted and I wound up getting stuck with the Andorian ambassador and making small talk for two hours. He talked about his birds the whole kriffing time too. Do you have any idea how dull he is?"
"I do. You wouldn't stop ranting about it for days afterwards," Luke reminded her. "But don't worry, the Andorian ambassador isn't even on Courasant; your night will be bird-talk free."
"It had better be," Mara threatened as she stalked off towards the closet.
Luke followed right behind her. "I know we had planned to have the night to ourselves, but Leia needs us there to make a good impression for the new Chief-of-State."
Mara's rigid posture softened just a hair. "I know, I know. But Force do I hate politics."
Luke smiled. "You and me both. But I'll make it up to you, I promise."
That put a smile on Mara's face, as Luke knew it would. "I'll hold you to that."
Luke brushed the hair off the back of Mara's neck and placed a feather light kiss there. "Come on, the sooner we leave, the sooner we can come back."
Mara couldn't help the slight blush that spread across her face, but she quickly focused her attention back on the closet, and set about picking out an appropriate dress for the evening.
She was just throwing the essentials into a small clutch when she felt Luke's shock over their Force link.
"Mara, did you…did you just put a blaster in your purse?"
Mara smirked at him over her shoulder. "Of course dear."
"Why?"
"So I can guarantee that I won't be pulled into any mindless chit-chat of course."
Luke stared at her for a couple of seconds before smiling. Force did he love this woman. Her crazy quirks, her desire for lethal accessories…everything.
"Don't tell me you have a thermal detonator in there too."
"Oh don't be ridiculous Luke," Mara said as they left their quarters. "I keep that in my red purse."