"Jaina!" Brodey exclaimed, rushing over to help
her into a chair. Kyp looked suspiciously at the two of them, wondering what
could have prompted Brodey's concern for the girl. "Do you want me to get you
some juice? Anything?"
"Yeah, some juice would be nice," Jaina rasped, moving her tongue around her
mouth as she tried to gather enough spit. "And I wouldn't mind an analgesic
either!"
"So," Kyp began slowly. "Was everything uneventful after I left last night?"
Brodey jumped in shock, almost spilling the container of juice onto the floor of
Jaina's kitchenette. Was Kyp already suspicious of him? Could the jedi master
sense his thoughts so keenly that he already knew what happened?
"Things obviously went all right," Brodey replied haughtily, hoping he could
steer Kyp away from prying further into the details of the previous night.
"She's still alive and well."
"Well!" Jaina groaned irately. "I'm not so sure you could classify wanting to
cut your own head off as 'well'. Speak for yourself!"
"You'll live," Brodey snapped, handing her the glass of juice.
"I don't even remember half of what happened after I got sick," Jaina whined,
taking a small sip from the glass and swishing it around in her mouth. "Can you
fill me in on the details?"
"Ok," Brodey said, gulping a bit. He secretly hoped that she forgot all the
events surrounding their kiss. "What's the last thing you remember?"
"Well, I remember bits and pieces of things, really," Jaina said, concentrating
hard. "I recall seeing you sticking your legs in the shower. I think I cried for
a bit, because I was missing Jag and my brothers. I also remember you telling me
some ridiculous story about you being a prince, a murderer, and wanted by bounty
hunters!"
Jaina managed a small chuckle at this thought, in spite of her condition. Brodey
smiled slightly and turned to Kyp, who was staring attentively at him.
"I think you also mentioned something about a modeling career?" Jaina asked,
still laughing. "Oh! And you serenaded me when I was trying to pee!"
Kyp's eyes bugged out of their sockets and nearly bore a hole through Brodey,
who grinned back widely and shrugged.
"Lets see, what else was there that happened?" Jaina asked herself, racking her
brain for any information she could find.
"Sounds like a pretty fun night so far," Kyp muttered, his voice sounding tense
and reproachful.
"Oh, it was a total blast," Brodey joked sarcastically. "I just love spending
all night taking care of drunk people and cleaning up boot stains."
"I'm sorry, you guys," Jaina said softly, sticking her lower lip out a bit to
show her regret. "I didn't mean to cause you so much trouble."
"Jaina, it really wasn't that much trouble," Brodey insisted. "I was just joking
around. You're worth all the trouble we went through. Believe me."
"Oh Sith!" Jaina cursed, her eyes suddenly going wide. "Brodey, we didn't kiss
each other last night, did we?"
"Yes Jaina," Brodey said, his mouth suddenly going dry. "We did."
"What?"
The exclamation reverberated through the room, sending a chill down Brodey's
spine.
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