Part B
...and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaave you met Hobbie?" Wes asked.
The moment the black-haired goddess turned to face them, he knew he had made the gravest of errors. Years later it would be spoken of in squadron lore, the day Wes Janson got pummeled by a girl.
"Why, yes, I have met Hobbie," Mirax Terrik-Horn replied.
Before Wes could respond the smuggler's fist slammed into the side of his face. For a small woman she packed one hell of a mean left hook. Wes stumbled backwards and tripped over an empty seat, landing in a heap on the cold bar floor.
"So how are you, Bugbite?" Wes heard Mirax ask as he lay motionless on the tile.
"Much better now, thank you," Hobbie replied, "but please don't call me Bugbite."
"No can do, Bugbite."
The following morning, Corran asked entirely too many questions about the ring-shaped bruise on his face.
Time for a no-hitting-on-married-women policy, flyboy!