TITLE: Don't
CATEGORY: Humor/Action/Adventure
RATING: Hmm. . . how about PG-13, just to be safe.
DISCLAIMER: I bet you've seen enough of these to know who owns what, huh?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I don't have Spell Check, so excuse any misspelled words, okay? Aso, if you review my story, I'll review yours.
Chapter 3: Don't Turn Jezebel Down.
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"Well, do you know where to go from here?" Han asked Boba as they walked down the street, which was crowded with people coming home from work.
"I don't know, the book doesn't say." Boba, who has long since lost his shroud, replied looking at another book, this one being silver with a picture of New York State on it.
"Where did you get those books from anyway?" Han asked.
"I have my places." Boba said, examining the book.
"Oh great. We're lost in a city we know nothing about." Han said, turning a corner and running directly into a man in a business suit.
"Watch it asshole." The man said and kept walking.
"Rude." Han said when the man was out of ear range. "Hey Fett, you find out anything yet?"
"No."
"Well, find something soon, it's getting dark and I don't want to be out here at night." Han told him.
"Afraid of the dark?" Boba asked smugly, putting the book away.
"No, it just that this city is. . . I don't know what it is. I just don't want to be out here in the dark." Han finished quickly.
"Sure, I believe you." Boba said, not believing him for a second. Then a girl with a short, red dress on, an overly made-up face and thigh high black boots bumped into Boba.
"Get the hell outta the way." She said with a Brooklyn accent, flipping her wavy, black hair off her shoulder.
"You ran into me." Boba said camly.
"Oh yeah? You wanna start something?" She said, turning on Boba.
"No."
"Well. . .neither do I." She said, her voice changing from threatining to happy.
"Hey Fett, who's your girlfriend?" Han asked, pointng at the girl.
"Some crazy dancing girl." Boba answered.
"Oh, I don't dance. I work here." She answered, leaning against the side of a building.
"You work on the street?" Boba asked in a disbelieving voice.
"Yeah. By the way what's your names?" She asked, pulling a cigarette out from her cleavege.
"I'm Han. He's Boba." Han said, jerking his thumb in Boba's direction.
"Were your parents Star Wars freaks?" She asked, reaching down to her boot and pulled out a lighter.
"What's Star Wars?" Boba asked.
"She's talking to me Fett." Han whispered in a not to friendly voice.
"Don't start arguing now. I'll talk to both of you." The woman said, lighting her cigarette. "Anyway, Star Wars is a movie and come to think about it, you two look a lot like characters from it."
"Well you know what the say, everyone in the galaxy has someone that looks like them." Han said quickly, fidgeting nervously.
"What's your name?" Boba asked the woman.
"People around here call me Jezebel." The woman answered.
"Jezebel?" Han and Boba asked in unison.
"Yeah, what's wrong with it?" She asked, her eyes narrowing.
"Um, well, you name means. . . "Prostitute" in Huttese." (A/N: I don't know if it does or not. I just made it up.) Han told her.
"Oh, it means the same thing here too. So does floozie, streetwalker, ho, and alot of other names like that." Jezebel answered.
"So your a. . . "Jezebel?" Boba said.
"Yeah, that's why I'm out here, dressed like this." She answered, throwing her cigarette on the ground and grinding it into the concreat with her boot. "So since you know what I am, let's do what I do best."
"Sorry, babe, I wish I could but I'm busy right now."
"What about you?" She asked turning her dark violet eyes on Boba.
"No, sex between those not married is immoral." He answered, turning away from her, grabbing Han's sleeve, and dragging him down the street.
"No one refuses me for long, you bastards!" She yelled after them.
"Let go Fett." Han hissed at Boba, jerking his arm out of his grasp as they turned around a corner.
"Listen, we don't have time to be screwing around. Besides, you're married aren't you?" Boba said, turning on Han.
"Yeah, but that's no ones business but mine." Han shot back.
"We need to find a place to stay." Boba said, changing the subject quickly.
"Yeah." Han agreed. "But the question is where should we go? There's alot of buildings and I don't know which one we could stay at."
"We could stay at that building." Boba said, pointing over Han's shoulder. Han turned and looked at what Boba was pointing at. He saw a giant, pink neon sign that said "Hotel"
"Yeah we could." Han mumbled sheepishly. "Hey, wait up!" He called after Boba, who was all ready making his way to the Hotel.
"I'd like to rent a room." Boba told the girl behind the wooden counter in the lobby of the hotel.
"Me too!" Han said, bursting through the front doors and running up to the counter.
"We only have one room." The lady said in a nasaly voice, examaning her bubble gum pink nails.
"What?" Han and Boba said in unison.
"Are you deaf or somethin'? I said we-only-have-one-room." She repeated, sounding out each word.
"We heard you the first time." Han snapped back. "Just give us the room."
"I'm not sharing a room with you." Boba growled at Han.
"Do you have a choice?" Han asked.
"I guess not." Boba said, as Han paid for the room (with the Earth money he magically obtained) and went to look for it.
"Here it is Room 102." Han said and opened the door. Inside, it was small and cramped. A small bed was in the middle of the room, it headboard up against the wall. A small table with a non functional phone sat under a small, dirty window. A door leading to a small bathroom lay to the right as they walked in.
"We have to share a bed?" Boba asked.
"Unless you want to sleep on the floor." Han told him.
"Yes. I wouldn't be caught dead sleeping in the same bed with you."
"Fine with me." Han said, sitting on the bed, which creaked with protest under his weight.
"This bed sure is comfy." Han taunted Boba as he settled down on the floor. "It's so soft and fluffy and-" His word were cut of when the bed gave a all mighty snap and caved in the middle.
"Broken." Boba finished.
"Shut up." Han snarled, settling into the bed.
"There they are." A certain crazy hooker said, peering into the window of Boba and Han's hotel room. "I'll teach them not to turn Jezebel down."
*~*
Uh-oh, it looks like Han and Boba found themselves some trouble. This chapter wasn't funny, I know. Anyway if you read this, leave a review! I love hearing from readers. I'm also open to readers suggesting ideas. Remember if you review my story, I'll review yours.
CATEGORY: Humor/Action/Adventure
RATING: Hmm. . . how about PG-13, just to be safe.
DISCLAIMER: I bet you've seen enough of these to know who owns what, huh?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I don't have Spell Check, so excuse any misspelled words, okay? Aso, if you review my story, I'll review yours.
Chapter 3: Don't Turn Jezebel Down.
*~*
"Well, do you know where to go from here?" Han asked Boba as they walked down the street, which was crowded with people coming home from work.
"I don't know, the book doesn't say." Boba, who has long since lost his shroud, replied looking at another book, this one being silver with a picture of New York State on it.
"Where did you get those books from anyway?" Han asked.
"I have my places." Boba said, examining the book.
"Oh great. We're lost in a city we know nothing about." Han said, turning a corner and running directly into a man in a business suit.
"Watch it asshole." The man said and kept walking.
"Rude." Han said when the man was out of ear range. "Hey Fett, you find out anything yet?"
"No."
"Well, find something soon, it's getting dark and I don't want to be out here at night." Han told him.
"Afraid of the dark?" Boba asked smugly, putting the book away.
"No, it just that this city is. . . I don't know what it is. I just don't want to be out here in the dark." Han finished quickly.
"Sure, I believe you." Boba said, not believing him for a second. Then a girl with a short, red dress on, an overly made-up face and thigh high black boots bumped into Boba.
"Get the hell outta the way." She said with a Brooklyn accent, flipping her wavy, black hair off her shoulder.
"You ran into me." Boba said camly.
"Oh yeah? You wanna start something?" She said, turning on Boba.
"No."
"Well. . .neither do I." She said, her voice changing from threatining to happy.
"Hey Fett, who's your girlfriend?" Han asked, pointng at the girl.
"Some crazy dancing girl." Boba answered.
"Oh, I don't dance. I work here." She answered, leaning against the side of a building.
"You work on the street?" Boba asked in a disbelieving voice.
"Yeah. By the way what's your names?" She asked, pulling a cigarette out from her cleavege.
"I'm Han. He's Boba." Han said, jerking his thumb in Boba's direction.
"Were your parents Star Wars freaks?" She asked, reaching down to her boot and pulled out a lighter.
"What's Star Wars?" Boba asked.
"She's talking to me Fett." Han whispered in a not to friendly voice.
"Don't start arguing now. I'll talk to both of you." The woman said, lighting her cigarette. "Anyway, Star Wars is a movie and come to think about it, you two look a lot like characters from it."
"Well you know what the say, everyone in the galaxy has someone that looks like them." Han said quickly, fidgeting nervously.
"What's your name?" Boba asked the woman.
"People around here call me Jezebel." The woman answered.
"Jezebel?" Han and Boba asked in unison.
"Yeah, what's wrong with it?" She asked, her eyes narrowing.
"Um, well, you name means. . . "Prostitute" in Huttese." (A/N: I don't know if it does or not. I just made it up.) Han told her.
"Oh, it means the same thing here too. So does floozie, streetwalker, ho, and alot of other names like that." Jezebel answered.
"So your a. . . "Jezebel?" Boba said.
"Yeah, that's why I'm out here, dressed like this." She answered, throwing her cigarette on the ground and grinding it into the concreat with her boot. "So since you know what I am, let's do what I do best."
"Sorry, babe, I wish I could but I'm busy right now."
"What about you?" She asked turning her dark violet eyes on Boba.
"No, sex between those not married is immoral." He answered, turning away from her, grabbing Han's sleeve, and dragging him down the street.
"No one refuses me for long, you bastards!" She yelled after them.
"Let go Fett." Han hissed at Boba, jerking his arm out of his grasp as they turned around a corner.
"Listen, we don't have time to be screwing around. Besides, you're married aren't you?" Boba said, turning on Han.
"Yeah, but that's no ones business but mine." Han shot back.
"We need to find a place to stay." Boba said, changing the subject quickly.
"Yeah." Han agreed. "But the question is where should we go? There's alot of buildings and I don't know which one we could stay at."
"We could stay at that building." Boba said, pointing over Han's shoulder. Han turned and looked at what Boba was pointing at. He saw a giant, pink neon sign that said "Hotel"
"Yeah we could." Han mumbled sheepishly. "Hey, wait up!" He called after Boba, who was all ready making his way to the Hotel.
"I'd like to rent a room." Boba told the girl behind the wooden counter in the lobby of the hotel.
"Me too!" Han said, bursting through the front doors and running up to the counter.
"We only have one room." The lady said in a nasaly voice, examaning her bubble gum pink nails.
"What?" Han and Boba said in unison.
"Are you deaf or somethin'? I said we-only-have-one-room." She repeated, sounding out each word.
"We heard you the first time." Han snapped back. "Just give us the room."
"I'm not sharing a room with you." Boba growled at Han.
"Do you have a choice?" Han asked.
"I guess not." Boba said, as Han paid for the room (with the Earth money he magically obtained) and went to look for it.
"Here it is Room 102." Han said and opened the door. Inside, it was small and cramped. A small bed was in the middle of the room, it headboard up against the wall. A small table with a non functional phone sat under a small, dirty window. A door leading to a small bathroom lay to the right as they walked in.
"We have to share a bed?" Boba asked.
"Unless you want to sleep on the floor." Han told him.
"Yes. I wouldn't be caught dead sleeping in the same bed with you."
"Fine with me." Han said, sitting on the bed, which creaked with protest under his weight.
"This bed sure is comfy." Han taunted Boba as he settled down on the floor. "It's so soft and fluffy and-" His word were cut of when the bed gave a all mighty snap and caved in the middle.
"Broken." Boba finished.
"Shut up." Han snarled, settling into the bed.
"There they are." A certain crazy hooker said, peering into the window of Boba and Han's hotel room. "I'll teach them not to turn Jezebel down."
*~*
Uh-oh, it looks like Han and Boba found themselves some trouble. This chapter wasn't funny, I know. Anyway if you read this, leave a review! I love hearing from readers. I'm also open to readers suggesting ideas. Remember if you review my story, I'll review yours.