"Anja!" She cried as she wrapped her arms around the young woman, holding back a bit when she realized how covered in grime she was. After eyeing Brodey her curiosity reached new heights. "Did you two go for a swim in a garbage compactor or something?"

"No, we just rolled around in some grease for a bit. Can we come in?" Brodey asked, becoming impatient.

"She can," Jaina replied, letting Anja in but closing the door on Brodey as he entered. "I'm not so sure about you, Narundi."

"Cute, now let me in!" He hissed. Jaina gave him a sly smile and complied.

"Nice place you got here," Anja commented, spinning around in the center of the room to admire it. "Did we come at a bad time? You look like you just got out of the shower."

"No, I wasn't in the shower," Jaina admitted, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I was just napping."

'Sure. NAPPING,' He taunted while giving her a small but meaningful smile.

'Don't make me hurt you, Narundi,' She thought back, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Yeah, you look absolutely exhausted," Anja observed, frowning slightly at her friend's disheveled appearance.

"Rough night," Jaina muttered quickly, trying to avoid a discussion about her previous folly.

"So, your goddessness, can I get a shower?" Brodey butted in while rubbing his hands together eagerly.

"I never promised you a shower, mortal," She said, a fiendish look crossing her face. "Just laundry."

"Oh, come on," Brodey pleaded, giving her his best impression of sweet and innocent.

"All right, but I'll only allow it because I owe you."

"Thanks Solo," He answered, smiling genuinely at her. He then looked to Anja and gestured toward the fresher. "Ladies first."

"Why thank you Brodey," Anja said sweetly, brushing wittingly against him as she walked past and into the fresher. His eyes followed her lazily as she walked and stayed fixated on her until she closed the door behind her.

"What's going on there, Brodey?" Jaina asked suggestively, poking him in the ribs and jarring him out of his reverie. "Is something up between you and Anja?"

"You're imagining things, Jay," He laughed, flashing a poodoo-eating grin. "Just imagining things."

"Hitting on even more young women, Narundi?" Jag asked crossly. The colonel had emerged from Jaina's bedroom and was still buttoning up the last few buttons on his shirt. From the ripples he was getting through the force, Brodey could sense Jag's severe dislike of him washing over him with almost the same strength as Jaina's alcohol perfume on the previous night. This dislike was redoubled since Brodey had obviously interrupted something important.

"Watch it, Fel," Brodey warned. "Kyp isn't here to stop me from doing anything rash."

"No, but I am," Jaina said sternly, the no-nonsense tone that often accompanied the voice of her mother creeping into her voice. "I'll hurt you both if you try and pull anything."

Jag narrowed his eyes, sending one last warning to Brodey, who promptly smiled.

"We weren't going to pull anything!" He exclaimed innocently. "We were just joking around, right Jag?"

Jagged Fel just stared at him and scowled.

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