Part X
... an old Face Loran holo, of the sappiest variety.
The good news was that, thirty minutes later, Inyri was snuggled up against him. The better news was that she was giggling silently, which meant that Wes didn't need to contain his own laughter.
Before long, the two of them were ridiculing every absurdity, from the silly plot to the melodrama of Face's quest to find meaning in his life (or whatever it was that he was doing). Wes' arm was wrapped around Inyri, and her face was buried against him, her shoulders shaking.
"Oh gods," she squeaked, "Oh gods, did you see his face? I don't think I've ever seen anything that ridiculous."
"I have," said Wes. "I've seen Loran himself try to defend his choice to make that face."
"How do you know Loran?" she inquired.
"He's in Wraith Squadron. Tries to downplay the Imperial propaganda holos, though."
Inyri smirked. "You make fun of him anyway, right?"
"Of course! Now shush, this is the best part."
On the screen, Face's character and the similarly vapid heroine of the vid were leaning toward each other dramatically as the music swelled into what was probably meant to be an epic love theme. It was completely undermined, of course, by the actors' facial expressions, but the music itself wasn't half bad.
So Wes had a choice. He could either (y) go in for a kiss or (z) give in to the hilarity and laugh again.