Part F
"Good to see you, Lieutenant Klivian," said the brunette.
Wes rolled his eyes. Well that just took the fun right out of it, the game didn't work if the target had actually met Hobbie. Especially if the relationship was business. Total buzzkill.
He let them continue with their shop talk for several minutes but cut them off when they hit the topic of BlasTec sidearms. If that had continued on any longer Wes was convinced he would have fallen into a boredom induced coma.
"Aren't you going to introduce me, Hobs?" he cut in.
Hobbie looked confused. "This is Inyri Forge. You guys met after the Rogues took Coruscant."
Wes searched his memory of the the rather blurry days, but came up with nothing more than a vague memory of meeting some hot pilots.
"You'll have to excuse him," continued Hobbie. "He was drunk off his ass the entire time."
"I am terribly sorry, Inyri," Wes said smoothly as he pried Hobbie away from her: ought he (k) make a play for Inyri himself or (aa) try for a more satisfying round of "Haaaaaaaaaaaave you met Hobbie?"
