"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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