ONE MONTH LATER
"Yeah! Nice job Watz!" Cantina caught her friends helmet as he threw it down from his X-Wing. She twirled the orange and white helmet between her fingers as she waited for Watz to climb down from the small ship. Cantina was dressed in the full orange and white pilot gear but she didn't have a helmet and she obviously hadn't just been flying a ship.
"Thanks Can, too bad you couldn't been out there with us." The man, who had pale freckled shin and red hair, began to climb down a ladder.
"Well," Cantina slipped her hands in her pockets. "I had a feeling they weren't going to let any women in on the attack." When Watz was half way down the ladder he jumped, landing on the floor a few feet before Cantina.
"Eh, don't be disheartened. Next time you'll be out there with us." Watz walked past cantina, patting her on the back as he went. Cantina spun on her heel and walked after him.
"I doubt it Watz, as long as that tramp Leia is around there's never going to be a woman pilot out there." Cantina sulked as she spoke. Watz turned his head as he walked.
"But Can, now the Death Star is gone, you watched that little ol' farm boy blow it up no more than an hour ago. Leia and her silly little admiralscant stop you now that the real danger is gone." Cantina passed Watz who had slowed to talk to her.
"No Watz, you watched the kid blow the Death Star up. I watched it on a crappy screen." Watz rushed to catch up with Cantina.
"The point is you'll get out there. You're a great pilot, I've seen you in training. You're even better than that stupid old Lorenzo Starkiller, or whatever his name is." Cantina smiled at Watz.
"First of all thanks, and second of all it's Luke Skywalker." As Cantina and Watz walked into the main dock Cantina immediately grabbed Watz's shoulders.
"What?" Watz said, trying to look back at Cantina.
"Shush Watz! I know that guy!" Cantina pinted to the tall and darked haired man smiling and walking with Luke Skywalker and the White robed and bun headed Princess Leia.
"Han Solo!?" Watz spun around. "You know Han Solo!?" Watz was as surprised as ever.
"Shut up Watz! I don't want him over hearing you!" Watz punched Cantina's shoulder. Cantina glared at him as she unzipped her orange baggy jumpsuit and down to her tight bodycon white jumpsuit. The jumpsuit was made out of a spandex material, and was extremely formfitting and hugged her body like a glove. Watz would have reacted except Cantina was like his sister and he was used to it.
"You know, that guy made the Kessel Run in just over 13 parsecs," Watz said with a smug look. Cantina began to correct him but someone else beat her two it.
"It's under twelve actually. And if it isn't good old Cantina from back at the cantina." Cantina held her arms up in front of her body, both attempting and failing to cover the jumpsuit, and Watz began to squeal like a fangirl.
"Han Solo!" Watz squealed at the pilot as he stepped towards Cantina.
"Beat it ya nerf herder," Han said. Watz squealed again and ran off , still excited Han Solo talked to him. Han stepped right up to Cantina, who continued to cover herself.
"Hello Han," Cantina said, looking down at her feet.
"Well, she remembers my name. Looks like you never made it to the Academy." Cantina looked up, an unamused look on her face.
"It wasn't my calling," she said, arms crossed.
"I think someone just had to listen to good ol' Han." Han smiled as he spoke.
"I'd never listen to you," Cantina said. Han smiled again.
"Even when I tell you to give me a 'hello and good job' kiss?" Cantina rolled her eyes and sighed at Han.
"Especially not then," Cantina said. She stepped around Han and began to walk away.
"Hey wait!" Han grabbed Cantina's waist, causing her to drop the orange jumpsuit, and pulled her towards him, embracing her in a kiss. Cantina pushed Han away.
"Stop it!" she said,brushing off her white jumpsuit.
"Damn," Han said, looking her body up and down. Cantina flipper her long, dark brown hair over her shoulder and glared at Han.
"What the hell is wrong with you!?" Cantina asked once again storming off.
"What!?" Han said, once again trying to grab Cantina. Cantina swatted his hand away.
"No, stop it! Our little encounter in the bar was nothing, and if you think it was you're wrong. And I'm not an easy slut like some of the girls here, so don't try your half ass pickup tricks on me cause they're not going to work. Got it?" Han looked disappointed.
"Well fine then," Han said, looking let down.
"Good." Cantina said. She took a step forward towards Han and then leaned forwards to kiss him on the cheek. Han quickly turned his head and grabbed her cheek, turning the attempt for a kiss on the cheek into a kiss on the lips. He moved his other hand to a position on her waist, pulling her into him like he had tried to do before, only this time he succeeded. Cantina threw her arms around Han's neck, pulling herself even closer to him. He was a fair amount taller than her, so the kiss was a little staggered, but not as bad as it would be with a short girl like Leia.
"Oh, well, um, Han?" a voice rang out from behind Han and Cantina as they kissed. Han pulled Cantina's hips away from his, throwing her behind him. Cantina steadied herself behind him after the fast movement and then wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Yeah Luke?" Han said, breathing heavily and licking his lips.
"This obviously isn't a good time, I'll come back later." Luke turned and began to walk away but Han called after him.
"Hey kid, get back here!" Han shouted. He moved his hands on top of Cantina's and rubbed her fingers as Luke walked back over.
"I was gonna say Leia needed you for something, but I'll tell her you're busy." Luke tilted his head to stare at Cantina. Cantina raised her eyebrows at him and he looked back to Han.
"Just tell her I'm taking the rest of the day off. Got it?" Han stared down at Luke intimidatingly. Luke nodded his head and shuffled away. Han spun back around to face Cantina.
"Sorry about that," he said, putting his hands back on her hips. Cantina put her hands on Han's chest and stared up at him.
"What's up with that Leia girl?" she asked. Han chuckled.
"I dunno sweetheart. I think that 'space princessness' has gone to her head. I pity the man who falls in love with her." Cantina smiled and then pulled Han's arms away from her waist.
"Let's just hope it's not you," she said, walking down the hall.
"Where are you going?" Han said, throwing his arms up.
"I'm going to grab some dinner, you're welcome to join me." Cantina bent down and grabbed her orange jumpsuit.
"Count me in," Han shouted, rushing after Cantina.