Fira winced as she tried to stop herself from waking up. Last night had involved a bit more alcohol than she probably should have drunk. But hey, she'd just finished what had to be the Galaxy's most nightmarish job so she was entitled to a drink or two… okay more than two.

Damn, why is my bed so uncomfy…

Wait, this isn't my bed.

Part of her brain started to panic whilst another part told that part to shut the hell up and just think.

She listened to that part, okay… She was on the ship, good. She was still clothed, also good. She was on the sofa, no problem, she'd done that before okay still good… She had been laying ontop of… Corso? Not so good, and no she hadn't done that before.

Corso winced, muttering something about a sore head. He shifted, realising his hand was on something… he blearily opened his eyes…

"Stars!" He felt like he was going to jump out of his skin.

"Good morning to you too…" Fira said, somehow sounding less hungover than she thought she would.

"Uh captain I…" Fira noticed he was blushing.

"Relax, nothing happened,"She shrugged

Still doesn't mean this isn't a helluva awkward situation to be in.

"How did we end up here?" He asked to no one in particular

"I dunno, no one is here so we can easily…."

"Dammit," Fira muttered as the ship's door opened and she heard the now familiar footfalls of Risha.

Usually Fira prided herself on her ablitiy to talk herself out of stuff or explain but right now any brilliant words or plans had decided to take a brief break.

"Hey, Fira!" She called, far too cheerily and loudly she thought. "Oh…" And it wasn't the good kind of 'Oh'.

Fira winced like she knew she was about to be shot and had no way of getting out alive… she was pretty sure Corso had the same sort of look. "Sorry, didn't know I was interrupting," She didn't need to turn around to know that Risha was gloating, she just knew.

Now shewas blushing, great.

But then Risha just carried on toward the engines of the ship tossing some comment about 'lovebirds' Fira leant her head back and sighed, putting her hand to her forehead. Corso chuckled,

"It aint funny," She said poking him in the ribs for good measure.