SEVEN YEARS LATER...
There are some things that you just don't forget, and this was one of them.
I was sitting in a café on the edge of a town on a planet not many people knew about.
From my cozy seat in the back of the establishment, I was watching one of my best friends
hitting on a girl, but from what I was seeing, he wasn't succeeding. Terry was the womanizer
of the team, although it got him more trouble than it did girls. Still, no matter how many
times he failed, he never gave up. Usually one would say this is a good quality, but in Terry's
case, it wasn't. I had been watching him for a couple of minutes and it didn't look good for him.
What Terry hadn't noticed was the fact that the petite brunette came with a boyfriend who wasn't
too happy that Terry was hitting on his girl. As I watched the guy steadily sneaking up behind
Terry I shook my head and got up. Time to fish him out of trouble.
I walked over, under while snagging two drinks from the tray of a servant droid, who promptly
began to protest. I put the drink under Terry's nose and settled down in the barstool next to
him. "Terry," I said while giving him a playful smile, "you are in big trouble,"
He returned the smile and said, "Am I now?"
I gave him a serious nod. "Didn't your mom ever teach you it's bad to hit on women who are
already taken?"
Now he looked thoughtful when he said, "I think she mentioned that once or twice."
"Then your mother was a wise woman," an angry voice bellowed from behind Terry.
Terry slowly turned to regard the man and he took his time looking from the top of his head to
the soles of his feet, as if judging him. Then he said, "Yes she was."
The man got even redder, if that was possible. He bellowed, "I'm going to make you regret you
never listened to her!"
"Now, now," I shushed getting up to stand in between the two men, "We don't want to fight, it's
too hot for that. Why don't we all sit down, have a drink and forget this ever happened?"
By the look on the man's face, one nasty look, he didn't like my idea. So I looked at him
innocently and asked, "No hug?"
I dogged just in time to avoid his right hook that slammed into the wooden post beside me.
A look of pain appeared on the man's face, but he wasn't ready to give up. While I saw Terry
was hastily avoiding a steel bat hurled at him by one of the man's friends, I narrowly avoided
another attack.
We were attracting way too much attention. The café's other occupants hastily left the
establishment, leaving Terry and I behind with two raging gundarks. I didn't like attention;
we most definitely could do without. So while avoiding punches I thought of options that could
get us out of there without being arrested; I could think of only one, since that man was beyond reasoning. His girlfriend was standing in a corner shouting for him and his friend to stop, but they didn't. Terry was still avoiding the steel bat constantly swung at his head.
Okay, this has end, now, I thought. So, I did the only thing left for me to do. The next time
the man threw a punch at me, instead of ducking, I blocked the punch with my left hand and gave
the man a hard punch in the nose with my right hand. I felt a bone breaking as soon as my hand
collided and blood erupted from his nose. The man ceased his attack and fell to the ground
gripping his nose.
If I thought this was going to end the riot, I was wrong. His girlfriend stopped her shouts to
quit the fight and looked at me, surprised. Uh oh, I thought, not good.
The next thing I knew she was hurling things at me, plates, vases, you name it, anything she
could get her hands on. We had to get out of there, and quickly. I shot Terry a look and was
relieved to see he had managed to overcome his attacker. "We have to get out of here, now,"
I told him, narrowly avoiding a vase thrown at my head.
"Yeah," he said while looking amused by what he saw.
In the distance, I could hear the sirens of the local law enforcement. I avoided another plate
thrown at me before we could escape the establishment. We ran into the maze of alleys.
After we waited a few hours, we returned to the ship that acted as our temporary headquarters.
I ignored the comments of the other team members and headed straight for my cabin, where I fell
on the bed, exhausted. Though the adrenaline still pumped through my veins, it didn't take long
before I fell asleep.
There are some things that you just don't forget, and this was one of them.
I was sitting in a café on the edge of a town on a planet not many people knew about.
From my cozy seat in the back of the establishment, I was watching one of my best friends
hitting on a girl, but from what I was seeing, he wasn't succeeding. Terry was the womanizer
of the team, although it got him more trouble than it did girls. Still, no matter how many
times he failed, he never gave up. Usually one would say this is a good quality, but in Terry's
case, it wasn't. I had been watching him for a couple of minutes and it didn't look good for him.
What Terry hadn't noticed was the fact that the petite brunette came with a boyfriend who wasn't
too happy that Terry was hitting on his girl. As I watched the guy steadily sneaking up behind
Terry I shook my head and got up. Time to fish him out of trouble.
I walked over, under while snagging two drinks from the tray of a servant droid, who promptly
began to protest. I put the drink under Terry's nose and settled down in the barstool next to
him. "Terry," I said while giving him a playful smile, "you are in big trouble,"
He returned the smile and said, "Am I now?"
I gave him a serious nod. "Didn't your mom ever teach you it's bad to hit on women who are
already taken?"
Now he looked thoughtful when he said, "I think she mentioned that once or twice."
"Then your mother was a wise woman," an angry voice bellowed from behind Terry.
Terry slowly turned to regard the man and he took his time looking from the top of his head to
the soles of his feet, as if judging him. Then he said, "Yes she was."
The man got even redder, if that was possible. He bellowed, "I'm going to make you regret you
never listened to her!"
"Now, now," I shushed getting up to stand in between the two men, "We don't want to fight, it's
too hot for that. Why don't we all sit down, have a drink and forget this ever happened?"
By the look on the man's face, one nasty look, he didn't like my idea. So I looked at him
innocently and asked, "No hug?"
I dogged just in time to avoid his right hook that slammed into the wooden post beside me.
A look of pain appeared on the man's face, but he wasn't ready to give up. While I saw Terry
was hastily avoiding a steel bat hurled at him by one of the man's friends, I narrowly avoided
another attack.
We were attracting way too much attention. The café's other occupants hastily left the
establishment, leaving Terry and I behind with two raging gundarks. I didn't like attention;
we most definitely could do without. So while avoiding punches I thought of options that could
get us out of there without being arrested; I could think of only one, since that man was beyond reasoning. His girlfriend was standing in a corner shouting for him and his friend to stop, but they didn't. Terry was still avoiding the steel bat constantly swung at his head.
Okay, this has end, now, I thought. So, I did the only thing left for me to do. The next time
the man threw a punch at me, instead of ducking, I blocked the punch with my left hand and gave
the man a hard punch in the nose with my right hand. I felt a bone breaking as soon as my hand
collided and blood erupted from his nose. The man ceased his attack and fell to the ground
gripping his nose.
If I thought this was going to end the riot, I was wrong. His girlfriend stopped her shouts to
quit the fight and looked at me, surprised. Uh oh, I thought, not good.
The next thing I knew she was hurling things at me, plates, vases, you name it, anything she
could get her hands on. We had to get out of there, and quickly. I shot Terry a look and was
relieved to see he had managed to overcome his attacker. "We have to get out of here, now,"
I told him, narrowly avoiding a vase thrown at my head.
"Yeah," he said while looking amused by what he saw.
In the distance, I could hear the sirens of the local law enforcement. I avoided another plate
thrown at me before we could escape the establishment. We ran into the maze of alleys.
After we waited a few hours, we returned to the ship that acted as our temporary headquarters.
I ignored the comments of the other team members and headed straight for my cabin, where I fell
on the bed, exhausted. Though the adrenaline still pumped through my veins, it didn't take long
before I fell asleep.