Hello... my eyes hurt (probably something to do with staring at a computer for a day) Any way today is my last day of holiday breaks down into tears so I have to go back to school tommorow and i don't know how much work i'm gonna be getting so updates might get slower

Tiberion: Like they haven't been slow already

Me: sigh yes I'm sorry for my slow updating I just get very tierd. Oh another thing I neeed to say is that Venalicius name is pronounced Wen-ah-lick-ee-us, it's latin for 'slave deeler', my little sister created him and we both think he's strange and we're not sure if he's good or evil neither do we know if he's gay or not...

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Chapter 36

"One day until the wedding!" Isolder squealed down the phone to his friend, who was about to be his best man.

"Wow Issy! That's great!" the friend squeaked back.

"Yes, Venny!" Isolder cried, "I can't wait for tomorrow, Venalicius!"

"So, can I be your best man?" Venalicius asked him tentatively.

"Of course you can!" Isolder shouted happily, "In fact I insist you are."

"Yay!" Venalicius squealed, "what should I wear?!"

"That lovely pink suit we bought last year," Isolder said as he remembered that wonderful day when he and Venalicius had gone shopping.

"Oooh! Yes! I love that suit, but I wore it for a convention last month! What will my press think if I repeat my outfit at your wedding no less?!" Venalicius was breathless with excitement at this point as it may mean that he could go shopping with Isolder again.

"That would practically be a crime, Venny!" Isolder cried down the phone, Leia had just walked into the room and gave him a weird look; she wondered if Isolder was involved in criminal activities and was caught then the wedding could be called off after his mother had a heart attack at the thought of her son as a criminal. "We must go shopping this moment!" Leia's face dropped as she realised Isolder meant the worst type of crime, to him anyway; a fashion crime, one of his friends was probably about to repeat an outfit at the wedding.

"Did you hear about Cadwollader?" Venny asked, still breathless.

"No! What did he do?" Isolder asked like an excited teenager about to receive some extreme gossip, "listen! If you come around now then you can tell me about it, meet my fiancée and we can go shopping together afterwards!" Leia shuddered at the thought of meeting one of Isolder's friends.

"Ok! I'll be there in a few seconds!" Venny announced and he put the phone down.

"My friend Venalicius is coming around, Leia," Isolder informed her happily.

"Oh really?" Leia asked before tipping over one of the potted plants, stamping the soil into the carpet. The door bell rang.

"Issy!" A young man squealed as the door was opened, he had bad dress sense just as his friend did. His long brown hair reached his shoulders and he was wearing what was obviously his 'slouch around the house' outfit; a pink tank top with the slogan 'Play Hard' written across it and khaki cargo pants, he had thrown on a pair of yellow sandals on his feet and he was carrying a pillar-box red purse.

"Venny!" Isolder cried back, his dress sense was equally as bad; a matching tank top to Venalicius, but with 'Work Hard' printed across it and white sweat-pants. "This is Leia."

"Leia! Darling!" Venalicius called, walking over to Leia and enveloping her in a hug, "darling, what are you wearing?" Leia was stuck with the image of Ta'a Chume except in male form. Leia looked at her jeans and baggy t-shirt, probably another one of Han's, and thought she didn't look that bad, after all, who was there to see her?

"Anyway," Isolder tried to steer the conversation away from Leia's outfit, "would you like some tea, Venny?"

"Yes, please, Issy," Venalicius replied before sinking into one of the large pink armchairs, Leia perched on the edge of another. Isolder left to make tea, simply assuming Leia wanted a cup. As the door closed, Venalicius sighed.

"Sorry about this, darling," Venalicius said dramatically, "I know you're marrying him, but is Isolder not the most annoying man you have ever met?" Leia felt a rush of happiness to find someone on the planet who felt the same way she did about the idiot.

"Well, I've been forced into marrying him, so say whatever you want about him and I'll agree," Leia replied with a smile.

"He forced you to marry him?" Venalicius gasped, "That should be against the law! You can't tell a girl who she should and shouldn't marry," he glanced at Leia and a look of realisation came across his face, "my God, you're senator Organa?"

"That's me," Leia sighed, but she was happy he hadn't called her Princess Leia.

"I heard about your story on the news, that Han Solo guy is an absolute babe! And you're forced in to marrying this fool," Venalicius jerked his thumb towards the door where Isolder was trying to remember how to make tea. "I think you and Solo should fly off this planet and get married, I certainly wouldn't blame you. I've been 'friends' with Isolder for years, used to think he was a nice guy, but that was twenty years ago," he laughed a bright and easy laugh, "now, I wouldn't dream of making friends with the dim-wit."

"Why don't you just accidentally lose touch with him?" Leia asked. Venalicius sighed.

"Darling, it's hard to lose touch with someone who only lives a floor above you," Venalicius sighed, waving away the suggestion, "he calls me everyday and if he doesn't, he'll come and visit me, I can't dream of the horror which would come from living with the dunce, though he did suggest that we move in together at one point, that was the time when I thought he was... well... you know..." he lowered his voice to a whisper "gay. But I don't go that way myself, people say that I act that way, but I'm just rather camp!" Leia agreed with those people. "But, poor you, darling, poor you! Does he make you sleep in the same bed as him?"

"At first, yes, but after the times he woke up on the floor after I shoved him out, he gave up on it." Venalicius laughed deeply.

"I don't blame you, after sharing a bed with the likes of Han Solo I doubt anyone else comes close, right?" He laughed once again when he saw Leia's embarrassed look, "I'm sorry, darling, you probably think I'm trying to pry into your social life, I am ever so sorry."

"Oh, that's ok, I can forgive anyone who hates Isolder as much as you seem to," Leia said with a smile, Venalicius laughed and gave her a large smile.

"You've done something with your hair, sweetheart," Leia's heart jumped at the last word, how many times had Han called her that? She could never get tired of it. "I'm sure it was longer last time you were in the paper."

"Oh, I cut it to annoy the prince," Leia informed him after being jerked from her thoughts about Han. Venalicius fingered his hair.

"Hmmm... I may have to do the same thing," he said thoughtfully, "looks wonderful on you, darling, much better than when you had it long." Leia smiled at the compliment.

"How long does it take that man to make tea?" Venalicius asked angrily, "shall we go and see if he's put the water in the teapot and the tea leaves in the kettle?" he asked with a wicked smile, "no, we shouldn't, should we? That would be mean. Anyway, if you can forgive anyone if they hate Isolder as much as I do," Venalicius said, referring to her earlier statement, "then you must be able to forgive everyone in the universe, including his mother." Leia giggled, "it's true, darling! It's true! No body likes the man. A completely different story pinned to Han Solo, however, most women, and some men, can't keep their eyes off him! You'd better make sure you don't lose him to any of them whilst you're away-"

"Venalicius," Leia interrupted, the man did talk a lot, "I doubt I can keep them all off him forever, after all, I am getting married, that means I won't be allowed to love him for the rest of my life." Venalicius laughed again and there was suddenly an evil look in his eyes.

"Leia, darling," he said quietly and conspiratorially, "who says he will live long enough after the wedding for you and Han Solo to even start to try and forget about one another?"

Isolder entered at that moment, carrying a silver tea pot on a silver tray along with three highly decorated china cups, making questions about Venalicius' statement impossible.

Yay another chapter done, please review, reviews make me happy (like laughing at Kaiba when he continually fails to defeat Yugi, hahahahahah!!... Sorry 'bout that)