Chapter Twenty-One
"And tha's my story." Glynn knew he was very drunk. He'd had...oh, he'd lost count. He'd had a lot of cups of whatever it was Solo had on the ole MF.
"So you love this girl?" Solo was a good listener, better than Glynn had thought he would be. Maybe he wasn't really so bad, 'cept for the illegal spices and stuff...
"Of course I do. She's perfect! Well, except for the stubborness. I wish women weren't so stubborn."
"Here, here."
"But she's in love with Wonderboy. He blew up a frinkin' Death Star! How'm I 'sposed to compete with that?"
Solo was nodding his head. Up, down, up. Bobbity bob bob. Like the little rope-jumping game. That was a great game...
"Well, kid--"
"Don' 'kid' me! I'm prob'ly only couple years younger than you, and I should get...um, respect!"
"Right. Whatever. Torshnar. Anyway, just tell her you love her. How's she supposed to know if you don't tell her?"
"She's smart..."
"And female. Their brains work funny. I think. But you have to tell her, or she'll never figure it out. Worst'll happen is you get turned down, which is better than nothing, eh?"
"No, no, no! Not knowing's better than making a fool of myself!" Solo muttered something under his breath. "Wha?"
"Nothing, nothing. You are so drunk, though."
"So are you."
He shrugged. "Nah, I'm only a little bit drunk. You, on the other hand, are completely wasted."
"So? Problem?"
"Nothing, I was just saying."
Glynn drank some more of the brown stuff. "What about you an' tha Princess? You get her in the bag yet?"
"What're you talking about?"
"Ha! What'm I talking about! She was clinging to you all afternoon!"
"Yeah, I wish. I think the Corellian liquor is giving you brain damage."
"I am allowed to be brain damaged, I'm a brokenhearted loser-man, with no purpose in life if I cannot be with my love..."
Solo looked at him funny and corked the bottle. "Anymore and you'll probably die from alcohol poisoning, then they'll blame me and kick me off this Gods-forsaken planet. Wait, I forget. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
"Both, prolly."
The smuggler shrugged. "I guess." He went to put the bottle away. "Now, Torshnar, are you sure you won't pass out in one of the halls? Or do you need me to call you up someone to take you home?" He grinned maniacally.
"Shut up, Solo. I can find my own ship by my own self." Glynn banged his hand down on the table in front of him and stood up, only to wobble back into his seat. "Ah'm OK." This time he stood up more slowly. "Now I am leaving." He turned on the balls of his feet. Spin, spin, spin, stop! Now left, right, left, right. One foot, two foot, one foot, two foot. How long was it going to take, at this rate, until he could get back to his ship and sleep?
He decided to go against common sense and broke into a run once he was out of the MF. He was having a good time. People were looking at him funny, but so what?
Then he accidentally ran into a girl and knocked her to the ground. He leaned over, hoping she wasn't dead. Then he'd have to go to a funeral, and he didn't have any good black clothes right then...
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"Glynn? What are you doing? You almost killed me! Ugg, where have you been, you smell awful!" Saera picked herself up from the floor. Glynn was holding his forehead and slightly rocking back and forth.
"Shh, too many queshions! One a' time, one a'time!" There was something wrong with him, that much was certain.
"Where were you?" She asked slowly, trying to get through to him.
"The MF! She's so pretty. I wish Gaellia was that pretty. Not tha Gaellia isn't pretty..."
"The MF?"
Glynn sighed, looking exasperated. "Don' you know anything? The MF! Solo's baby!" His words were very slurred.
"The MF...the Millennium Falcon? You think that's a nice looking ship? You've got more problems than whatever Captain Solo's given you."
"All's I know's it was brown an' Corellian an' made me very, very drunk."
Saera shot up an eyebrow. "Indeed. For what it's worth, you just described liquor and a person. Brown and Corellian and drunk-making!" She threw her hands in the air. "Come on, we've got to get you back to the ship before you plow down any more people."
She led him back to heir docking bay as he clung to her arm, complaining about dizziness most of the way.
"Now go straight to bed," she instructed when they were in the ship. "And have a hangover shot ready for tomorrow; you'll probably need it. No, you'll definitely need it." She watched as he tried to walk but kept tipping all around.
"Screw tha idea. No walking for me." He looked at her for a couple of seconds. "Saera, can I kiss you?"
Her heart beat faster, even with his drunk voice. It was almost funny and cute, how he asked like a little clumsy child wanting a new toy but being polite. Except that she knew that a kiss with Glynn was anything but clumsy of childish. No, that wasn't somewhere she wanted to go while he was drunk.
Hey, that's not somewhere you want to go with him at all.
"Sorry, Glynn, I guess the odds aren't in your favor. I'm taken, remember?"
"Oh," he said, notably disappointed. "Yeah. Why do you like him anyway?"
"Because...because he's him, OK? Some things you just can't explain," she snapped. "Sorry. Just, go to bed, OK?" Impulsively she patted him on the head like he was a felinx, then left him to maneuver his way to his quarters by himself.
"Why did he go and get himself drunk?" she said to herself once she was in her little room. Didn't he know better; he could have let loose something about her 'pregnancy'! That would have taken quite a bit of explaining to go away, and she didn't know if she could have made it go away at all.
She heard a clunk next door. Well, he made it to his room, I guess. "Are you OK?" she yelled.
"Yes!" he yelled back, giggling rather strangely. He was being such a child! She didn't want to lose Luke again because of a silly mistake, not after she'd come so close to telling him tonight. It was all so perfect. She could have just whispered it into his ear when they had hugged. 'I love you, Luke.' Four little words would have been all it would have taken...
But the moment had passed. She had half-heartedly hoped for another but knew, somehow, it wouldn't come that night.
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Saera--
I've been given a mission. I can't give you any details. I can't even tell you when I'll be back. I'll come find you when I am.
I'll miss you.
--Luke
The note was so short, but it gave her such hope. He would miss her!
Saera read it again and sighed, flopping on to her bunk. She figured he'd be gone maybe a week and a half at the most? She hoped it wasn't more; she didn't know if she would make it. It stunk how it had been such short notice that he'd had to have a note delivered to her, but she could kind of see where the rebels were coming from. She suspected she and Glynn were still on shaky ground with them.
Glynn. When she'd told Glynn that Luke was leaving, he'd remained properly indifferent, except for his eyes. His beautiful navy blue eyes had opened the slightest bit wider, taken on a hint of sparkle. Then he'd opened his mouth, to say...
"Hmph."
Saera was happy with the note. Luke had said he'd miss her, which was a HUGE thing. But, even though that was 99percent it, there was still this itty bitty 1percent that was...glad he was going?
If Luke was going, maybe Glynn would talk to her. Not junk talk, but talk like they did before he'd come to this planet. They hadn't said more than a few words to each other for two days, ever since the whole weird drunk thing. He'd apologized the following morning for 'acting stupid,' as he put it. During that time she'd managed to see Luke three more times, in the mess hall.
She missed talking to Glynn like that. She even missed seeing him every waking second, something she'd never had thought possible in their first few days together. It made her cringe to think how wide-eyed she was in those days.
In those days? That was, what, three months ago?
She'd changed so much as a person in three months. Three months ago she'd never been off Tatooine. Three months ago she wouldn't have lied about being pregnant to find a rebel base. Three months ago she wouldn't have doubted how she felt about the person she want to find so badly...
Which, you know, she didn't now. She just had to adjust from 'Life With Glynn' to 'Life With Luke.'
Life With Glynn...
Life With Glynn would probably involve a lot of running around the galaxy, or jogging, in the Gaellia...
Why was she thinking about that? Like With Luke was what was going to happen! But then she realized what that meant.
Hiding in a rebel base all through her early twenties at least, watching Luke go on secret suicide missions. Waiting day after day for him to come home. And then one day, he'd never show up...
Could she do that to herself? Could she make herself let him go and then just sit around and hope that he'd be safe? Could she honestly support his risking his life every day, the way he'd need to be supported?
She didn't know.
Freetrader - Little sisters : I have an annoying one. She reviewed under my name, too, but she was logged in. (rolls eyes). She left such a pathetic review, too. And I HAVE to pick on Glynn. :( Believe me, I don't want to, but I have to! I had a hard time writing this stuff, but once I started I couldn't stop...