The music was even louder out on the dance floor. Up on the stage, a stormtrooper general was rapping to a hard beat, complete with back-up dancers...who were also stormtroopers. Mildred turned to Hux. "When you said a dance, I was expecting something a little bit more quiet!" she yelled over the noise. An officer pushed past her, causing her to nearly spill her soda. Hux steadied her. "We aren't exactly trained dancers." he pointed out, gesturing to a twerking stormtrooper. Mildred cringed and averted her eyes from the disturbing image. Hux took her hand and led her to the middle of the room, where there was a little pocket of space. He took her soda and handed it to a passing server droid. "You need to relax."
Mildred looked at him strangely but the music was infectiously catchy, and eventually she was dancing up a storm without a care in the world, spinning and twirling across the dance floor. Both of them were laughing, although Mildred guessed Hux was probably a little drunk. She didn't think she had ever seen him like this in her life. At one point during a party anthem, a partier shoved past her, violently knocking her into Hux, who caught her immediately. She smiled at him gratefully and Hux looked at her queerly. "You're so...beautiful." Before Mildred could respond, a server droid nudged his leg, carrying a platter of seafood. Hux, dazed as he was, accepted the snack of marinated prawns. Mildred raised her eyebrow but decided not to comment. Within minutes poor Hux was throwing up his guts. Mildred crossed her arms while she waited for him outside the bathroom door. "Probably shouldn't have eaten the prawns!" she wrinkled her nose. "Or drunk so much."
"You won't mention this to anybody!" Hux angrily demanded from the bathroom.
Mildred rolled her eyes. "Of course not, sir." But her mind wandered to goofy, dancing Hux calling her beautiful. Now that was weird. "Hey, sir?" No response. "Am I really beautiful?"
There was a long silence on the other end and Mildred peeled the door open. The poor guy was fast asleep on the marble floor. She sighed and said out loud to nobody in particular, "Guess I'll never know." With a little help from Matt the radar technician, she managed to haul Hux back to his room.
Matt unceremoniously tossed Hux's unconscious body on the bed. "Should I ask how this happened?" he muttered.
Mildred shook her head and handed Matt 200 in space currency. "Tell no one."
Matt shrugged. "How can I? I have no friends." But he took the 200 anyway before leaving. Mildred stood there, watching Hux's sleeping form. She tossed a blanket over him. "You idiot."
The next morning, Hux blearily opened his eyes. He noticed immediately that he was no longer at the club and in his room, and he was overcome by fear. Had he done something stupid? He looked around for Mildred, but she was nowhere to be found. He sighed and dressed in his uniform, attempting to appear professional. He was a General after all. He smacked himself in the forehead. What had gotten into him? The moment he walked into the main computer room, he spotted Mildred at her station and felt instantly sick. He couldn't remember a thing from the night before, which was really starting to freak him out. He cautiously approached Mildred's station and she smiled mischievously up at him.
"Good morning, General. Sleep well?" Her eyes were sparkling and evil as he squirmed uncomfortably.
"May I speak to you, Officer?" He glanced around irritably. "Privately?"
She smirked and followed him to a quiet corner. "What's up, sir?"
Hux glared at her. "What happened last night?"
Mildred leaned against the wall. "Oh, other than us making out? Not much."
"Making-!" Hux cut himself off. "Be serious."
"How do you know I'm not?"
"Because I wouldn't do that!"
"Even under the influence?"
Hux stared at her. "Was it that bad?" Mildred nodded slowly. Hux groaned. "Don't worry," said Mildred teasingly. "I won't tell a soul." She winked and strolled away, whistling to herself.
