A "quick" songfic that went too far. Written to Caro Emerald - Liquid Lunch.
Challenge songfics don't really count when you loop the song to get another hundred words in, do they? ;-)
Liquid Lunch
The cantina had long since closed and hours had passed since it's peeved landlord had finally succeeded in his aim of removing the establishment's last remaining patron. An early attempt to coax Aquila out with words and pleasantries had very quickly escalated into the haggard man prising juma from a determined hand and dragging the blonde out of the door.
Or rather, that had been his initial plan..
The juma was removed with little issue, a slight twist here and a pull there saw the lipstick-covered glass find itself a new home on a high counter. It's owner, however, posed a far greater challenge. She may have been small, but she was also drunk. Very drunk. The large twi'lek took a step back, analysed this new challenge and cracked his knuckles in anticipation,
"This shouldn't be a problem, right? She is tiny, after all."
Large, blue fingers slipped under a pair of scarred arms, dead weight, draped in sequins, doused in substances the man would rather not question and that's when he lifted.
And lifted.
And lifted.
And…Nothing.
…Frack.
The blonde's glassy blue eyes met his whilst a giggle escaped the lop-sided smile not far below them. Her body had been moved backwards, now sitting precariously at the end of the stool. The rest of her weight found itself supported by that of the landlord, her arms draped around his, her back hanging over the gap between him and her metal perch.
He tugged again, but to no avail. The only pay-off was more giggling, more bush-baby stares and fluttered lashes. And that's when he noticed the reason for his struggle, the thing that was keeping him from locking up the door and retiring to bed. Despite apparently being too drunk to do…well…anything really Aquila's sturdy calves had wrapped themselves around the smooth metal support of the stool, heels locked one on top of the other.
"I…Is she mocking me?"
He wouldn't usually let this sort of thing get to him, as the owner of a cantina the rotund blue man had dealt with more than his fair share of problem patrons, but this was different. In his fatigued state he found himself genuinely insulted by the game he had been dragged into.
Determination kicked in. Muscles twitched and laughter filled the empty cantina.
Five-or-so minutes passed.
Exhaustion set in, determination lapsed, muscles ached and with a great wallop the wicked giggle that had been haunting the cantina was replaced with expletives that made even the landlord flush. A large blue body lurched backwards, the smaller one he had been holding made firm contact wit the fifthly cantina floor. Not that Aquila seemed to mind, far from it.
Laughter filled the room once more as the blonde rolled around, reveling in this new development and that's when he saw it: his solution, his ticket to freedom (well his ticket to bed, at least.) Aquila's aimless writhing saw the pocket of her sparkling jacket empty it's contents along-side her on the floor, a small holocommunicator escaping along side a lightsaber. Fat fingers snatched up the communicator and fumbled against the controls in a hapless manner, the landlord hated holotechnology, but at this point in time he was happy to make an exception.
His desperate button pressing eventually gave way to a dialing tone and a static crackle. A small blue image of the randomly selected contact hovered above his hand, tired yellow eyes made contact with those of the scruffy young man in the hologram and, with an exasperated sigh and defeated twitch of his lekku, the landlord made his plea:
"Please, sir, come and retrieve your Jedi."