"That's good, because I don't want to see any more injuries around here," She stated with a lengthy sigh as she collapsed onto the couch. "Why can't you boys just get along?"

"We are getting along!" Brodey cried jovially, clapping a filthy hand on the shoulder of Jag's clean white shirt. "Wouldn't you agree?"

"DON'T touch me," Jag growled as he shoved Brodey's hand away and went to go sit by Jaina. Brodey couldn't help smiling evilly at him when he back was turned, drawing a glare from Jaina.

"So, Brodey," She started, trying to change the subject. "I think there's something you have yet to tell me."

"What, that your boyfriend is a twit?" He joked, laughing as Jaina had to restrain a fuming Jag. "I'm just kidding!"

"No, I want to know what's really going on with you and Anja," She stated, ignoring his previous comment entirely.

"You're asking the wrong person, because I haven't a clue," He shrugged. "I wouldn't know anything about when a girl likes you, never having had a girlfriend myself."

"What do you think of her?" Jaina asked, pressing on.

"Well, I think," He began and then paused for a second. "I think she's got to be the most attractive woman I've ever met. I'm not just talking about looks either. The whole package is great."

"That's awesome! I'm happy for you Brodey," Jaina said while smiling proudly at him.

"You know what? I'm happy too," Jag proclaimed, piping up. "You might learn a few things from being in a relationship."

"Wow, no insults this time, Fel?" Brodey questioned, tilting his head to the side a bit. "I'm impressed."

"I don't sink to your level all that often, Narundi," Jag said evenly.

"Too bad for you," Brodey remarked, looking darkly at Jag. "You might learn a few things from being a scoundrel."

"He's right, you know," Said a smooth voice. Brodey turned around to find the fresher door wide open with steam billowing out into the hallway in thick sheets. In the middle of it all stood Anja, wrapped in only a small white towel. Another towel was perched atop her head and held up her long cinnamon hair. She walked right up to Brodey, smiling knowingly, and caressed his cheek. "Everybody needs a little scoundrel in them."

"Anja, would you like a robe or some clothes to wear while you wait for yours to be cleaned?" Jaina offered.

"No thank you, I'm fine," Anja sighed, plunking down onto the couch even though her outfit left little to the imagination. Brodey silently admired her brazen nature, not to mention her long, slim legs.

"Brodey!" Jaina growled sternly, pinching his jaw roughly between the thumb and forefinger of just one hand. "Anja just told you to shower! Now stop staring at her and get in there!"

'You're in an awfully big hurry to get rid of me, aren't you?' He teased as he entered the warm, moist fresher.

'Aren't I always?' She quipped. 'You sometimes overstay your welcome.'

'Remember, Solo. You owe me.'


Brodey exited the fresher, fiercely rubbing a towel over his straw-colored hair in an attempt to dry it. He'd spent the past half of a standard hour in the shower, contemplating his dream and the dramatic change of luck he'd practically tripped across. He only wore a pair of boxers that had managed to escape the clothing massacre and he secretly hoped that Anja would find him equally impressive as he found her. When he peered out from behind the towel to find Kyp sitting there in dress robes Brodey felt a twinge of disappointment.

"You just missed them," He said with a sneer. "Your clothes are done, but I don't think you'll want to wear those tonight."

"Tonight?" Brodey asked curiously as he grabbed his neatly-folded pile of clothes from the cleaning droid. "What's going on tonight?"

"It appears that we're all going out to dinner," Kyp explained. "Your new friend has asked you out on a date, if you're willing to accept her offer."

"So let me get this straight," Brodey cried excitedly. "Anja Gallandro, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, asked me out! A living, breathing female asked ME out on a date!"

"I take it that you're coming," Kyp muttered, giving his apprentice a smirk.

"You bet I am! I have to get ready. I have to make sure that everything's perfect," Brodey said, talking rapidly as he fidgeted around through his stuff. "I have just enough credits to buy her a nice first-class meal at the mess hall."

"We're not going to the mess hall."

"Where are we going then?" Brodey asked gravely. "Don't tell me we're heading into Vong space."

"Not exactly," Kyp said, bringing up a map of the galaxy on Jaina's comm screen. "I know a place that the Yuuzhan Vong haven't touched yet. I told Jaina about it when she asked me about places where we all could go out tonight. It was Anja's idea, of course."

"I'm going to need a lot more credits than this," Brodey mumbled, shaking his head sadly. "I'm also going to probably need my lightsaber."

"I don't know if I trust you with that when you're in close proximity to Fel," Kyp warned.

"Relax, I'm not going to use it on him," Brodey sighed in annoyance. "I don't need any more drunken binges from Jaina. Not for the rest of this week."

"Good. We have a reservation for nineteen-hundred hour. The ladies are out dress-shopping, since Anja said she was lacking something to wear. I personally believe it was just an excuse to gossip."

"You're probably right, knowing them!" Brodey asserted as he gathered up his things and headed for the door. "I have to get ready as well. Probably unpack some of my old crown-prince clothes. Those will probably impress her, if I still fit into them."

"Aren't you forgetting something?" The jedi master asked, clearing his throat.

Brodey looked down at his near-nakedness and blushed slightly, giving Kyp a sheepish grin.

"I should do something about that, shouldn't I?"

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