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Care to Wager? -------

Chapter Three: Double or Nothing

The stakes were high on the last hand of cards they had decided to play. Double or nothing with all of the striptease entailments that winning the game implied. Han had no intentions of losing his shirt or his boot. And certainly no intentions of losing them at the same time.

Dealing out the last crucial hand of cards, he awaited his fate.

"No good," he heard Leia mutter to herself. She reached out and dealt herself four entirely new cards. Arranging them to her satisfaction, she glanced up at Han.

Han fingered the 'Balance' card, a card worth negative eleven points. He couldn't decide if it was worth the risk to try for a regular Sabacc worth negative twenty-three points, or hope for higher cards that the Balance card would bring down. Holding onto it, he took three new cards from the pile.

The Mistress of Flasks, worth thirteen points, was the first to stare back at him. Two points in the hand so far. The Ace of Sabres, worth fifteen points, stared back at him next. There was seventeen points. Pushing the cards over in his hand, he hoped for a low card, maybe a two or a five. A six would make a Pure Sabacc, but luck wasn't with him. He cursed at the Commander of Coins, worth twelve points. It took him too far over the limit.

Leia studied her own cards, pleased that she had been given a good hand. Of course, an eighteen didn't guarantee her a win, it just made the chances much better.

She watched Han take his cards from the draw pile twice before meeting her eyes. There was a tense moment before she laid her hand on the table and waited for the results.

"That's good," Han smiled broadly.

"But not good enough," she finished.

"Twenty one to win," he sighed happily.

The glare that formed on his wife's face was the most endearing thing that he had seen all afternoon. Her sharp eyes promised punishment and reward both at the same time. Han couldn't help the wicked grin that spread across his face.

"You're gonna regret this later," Leia spat as she stood in front of her over-exuberant husband.

"Oh I'm sure I will," he agreed. "To the fullest extent."

Pushing down her pride, she reached for the hem of her dress, pulling it over her head and holding it loosely in her hand. Naked, she stood still glaring at Han and the deck of cards that was scattered over the table.

"Han, this is completely demoralizing," she ground out. "You're making me feel like a fool."

"And you're making me feel like a dirty old man. Come here and let me live up to that stereotype."

Han reached his hands out to Leia, beckoning her into his embrace, but she'd only taken a half step towards him when the front door slid open. The sound of metal feet against the wooden entryway caught them by surprise. Threepio audibly jumped, his parts clanking together, as he surveyed the scene before him.

"Your Highness!" he nearly shouted.

Leia was startled back into reality and clutched the dress in her hand over her body. She held it tightly to her chest.

"Threepio, what are you doing here?" she screeched. "Get out!"

"Yes, your Highness, I was just coming to deliver a message from Master Luke, but it seems that I am too late," he rambled as he turned around back the way he came.

"Too late for what?" Leia asked.

Threepio shuffled around. "Master Luke wanted me to inform you that Captain Solo's Sabacc deck is rigged."

"What?" Han yelped. "I don't cheat! Leia, I don't cheat!"

Leia glared over at Han.

"Master Luke also wanted me to inform you that he took the Sabacc deck you were carrying with you on the elevator and switched it with one that he was carrying in his pocket."

"How did he know-"

"Might I remind you that Master Luke is a Jedi," Threepio said haughtily. "Good afternoon to you both."

"Sweetheart, I didn't know," Han pleaded. "Really, I didn't know…"

Leia stood still in the middle of the room with her dress still clutched tightly to her chest. She had a thoughtful look on her face that Han didn't fully understand, but that didn't stop him from trying to bring her back to the current situation.

"Leia," he called. "You just gonna leave me hanging?"

"Hmm? Oh, no," she grinned. "I've got special plans for you."

"Now that's what I like to hear."

"Before that, I need you to run and catch Threepio before he gets back to Luke. Tell him he needs to deliver another message first."

Meanwhile…

"Master Luke!"

Luke turned his head at the sound of a familiar voice calling his name. Earlier he, Wedge Antilles, and some of the other guys from the Rogue Squadron had all been drinking and had sent Threepio up to disrupt Han and Leia's card game and wreak a little bit of havoc on their evening. By Threepio's anxious gait it seemed that his plan had worked.

"Well, how'd it go?" Wedge asked, choking down another shot of Corellian whisky.

"Had I known what exactly I was walking into, I never would have agreed to run the errand in the first place," Threepio said indignantly.

There was a round of laughter from the guys.

"Did you give 'em the message?" Luke slurred.

"Yes, and Her Royal Highness seemed quite displeased."

"Then the plan wor-" Luke stopped mid-sentence as Leia's voice rang out loud, clear, and vengefully in his head.

I'm glad that you think it's funny to send Threepio up here intentionally at the most inappropriate of times, but don't you for a second think that you're going to get away with it.

Luke grinned at the vicious tone of his sister's voice.

Since you interrupted my evening, I'm going to interrupt yours.

Luke's grin faltered somewhat.

"What's going on?" one of the guys asked.

The apartment doorbell chime sounded and Luke stood up to answer the call.

"Mon Mothma! What a surprise."

"Indeed it is," she said, looking past Luke to the rest of the guys. "Threepio said you had some questions about the New Republic policy on pilots and acceptable off-duty social behavior. I see that you didn't read the handbook."

"We may have missed that," Wedge said grimly, hiding the bottle of whisky behind his back.

Leia, that was dirty, he spat.

I know, came the self-satisfied reply.

a/n: That's it! Hope you enjoyed my little story. There are more ramblings and things on my author page if you wanna check them out. Always something good there to read, and not just in the Star Wars fandom, I do LOTR, Inuyasha, and various X-Men fandoms as well.

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