"You stinking son of a worm-ridden whore!" She
cried, her rage hitting Brodey with more force than he'd expect from a drunkard.
"I hate you!"
A brief vision of his dead mother's body infested by countless larvae flashed
though Brodey's mind, causing him to suck in air at her off-color comment. His
skin itched with the urge to claw her to miniscule pieces. Only the knowledge
that she was farther gone than any other drunk he'd seen before prevented him
from acting on his impulses.
Instead he absorbed the energy from the force shove she gave him and used it to
slam her against the wall where he had been standing. The decanter she'd been
holding tumbled to the floor and he saw Jaina flinch as it shattered.
"I'm warning you, Solo. If you talk about my mother like that again I won't even
hesitate in killing you." Brodey hissed in a near whisper. "Got that?"
The anger vanished suddenly as a dull sensation entered his brain. Before he
could shake it off he found himself being pulled away from her by Kyp.
"Hot Vong, Kyp! Didn't I tell you not to mess with me like that?" Brodey
muttered, slightly annoyed but no where near as angry as before.
"That's enough. Can't you see she's in a compromised state right now? You didn't
need to lay into her like that." Kyp retorted, his voice taking on a fatherly
quality.
"Sorry about that, Kyp," Brodey said quietly, brushing his shaggy bangs out of
his eyes with one hand.
"Tell her that," The jedi master grumbled, gesturing over to where the young
woman sat slumped against the wall. She was gazing at a bloody gash on her shin
in horror.
"Jaina, I'm so sorry!" Brodey cried, suddenly feeling like an insensitive fool.
He had been so overcome by anger that he didn't care for a second whether he
hurt her. However, he regretted it instantly, as he had with every other person
he'd hurt with his anger. Brodey walked hastily over to her, wanting nothing
more than to soothe her and remove the expression of sickening pain from her
face.
'Sickening?' Brodey thought questioningly. 'Gods, I hope that doesn't
mean she's going to---'
His thoughts were answered quickly as Jaina gave a vile belch and vomited all
over his boots. He stood there, nodding his head and chewing his lower lip as
she emptied the contents of her stomach onto him.
"Brodey. . ." She gasped, gazing up at him with unfocused eyes. "I'm so sorry
about that!"
He couldn't tell if it was from the earnest tone of her voice or the ridiculous
situation, but something stirred deep inside of Brodey. It was a feeling that
had been apparently dormant for the past two years, and he didn't even recognize
it until a genuine fit of laughter burst forth from his lips. It began with a
simple snort but gradually built up to the point where he was red in the face.
He felt compelled to double over, if not for the pungent aroma at his feet.
"I'm so glad I decided to wear knee-high boots today!" Brodey panted in between
laughs. "Guess that's what I get for pissing off a goddess!"
A look of relief washed over Jaina, followed by what looked like another wave of
nausea. Kyp pulled her to her feet and hurried her into the fresher. Brodey
followed closely behind, still admiring his boots in awe.
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