Sorry it's taken so long, it's just fairly depressing when no one reviews your stories (hint hint). I'm getting very, very desperate...
This chappie inspired by millpzonesyou/TFKAK, when I threatened to kill of Boba unless she brought me the pictures from the play we were in together. Thankies, Miss Mill :)
III. ...Or Bobo Gets It!
"We're going to the theater?" Bill asked, stars in his eyes at the prospect of seeing Mill.
"Yes, already! Stop acting all goofball! You've asked 12 times already, and the answer is still yes! Jeez, you're more annoying in lust than when drugged, if that's possible. And here, I thought you had reached the limits of your ability to make a fool of yourself."
"Never underestimate my abilities! And besides, I'd rather be a fool in love than a sensible man who knows her not."
"OK, Romeo, we're going to have to lay down some ground rules here. First of all, nothing happens on my ship. I'd like to keep it CLEAN. Second, you're not staying out until all hours of the night. Last, you're subject to my sadistic pleasures, so if I say you don't see her, then you don't see her. Same is true with Momo. Got it?"
"I hate you..."
"Heh. Good." Boba reached for the door as they arrived at the theater. "In."
Momo was on stage, singing in her sparkly red dress with Mill chained to and playing piano in a very small corner.
"Mill, darling, dearest--" Bill started to run down the aisle towards the stage.
"Ah ah ah." Fett shook his finger, grabbing Bill by the scruff of his collar. "Only if I say."
"But--"
"Oh, how it pays to be sadistic and have a slave!" Fett sighed happily.
"I--I--Mill--" Bill's heart and mind were about to explode from his overwhelming desire to see his one true love. Out of sheer desperation and love he moved, lightening fast, to draw Boba's blaster and point it at his head.
"Release Mill, Momo, or Bobo gets it!"
"Ooh, Bill, nice. Threatening my sister using your own slave master? That's good."
"Thanks, babe."
"Bobo, what should I do?" Momo cried out.
"Just let the silly girl out. I don't feel like activating my jetpack."
"You have a jetpack? So cool! I mean, uh, yeah, let her go."
Momo sighed and produced a small key, using it to unlock the chains that bound. Bill threw the gun aside (which happened to be into Fett's head) and held out his arms as Mill ran towards him. He spun her around in a circle as they hugged.
"Oh, Bill, that was so brave and sweet. And quite evil, too."
"I did it all for you, my love. Did it please you?"
"Yes, I knew you had a gorgeous face, but you also have evil potential to match!" The two laughed together and sat down in a row. Boba rolled his eyes and stalked towards the stage.
"Well, my darling Momo, what have you been up to?" he asked indifferently, picking some residue off his shoulder and leaning against the piano.
"Oh, singing, dancing, torturing my love-stricken sister. The usual."
"That must be quite refreshing, after a long day in those heels." He tickled her under the chin playfully. "You really should go into the bounty hunting business; you'd blow the competition away."
"I'd never be able to deal with those slimy Hutts. I'm used to a...finer type of people."
There was a loud laugh from Mill in the back of the theater.
"Hey, quiet down! Kids." Boba shook his head.
"Why'd you let him have his way?"
"Ah, I got tired of his incessant whining."
"No, that's now it." She grinned widely. "You actually like the kid."
"What? No, that's--no! I loathe Bill!"
"That's OK, even bounty hunters are allowed to have friends."
Fett crossed his arms and slouched. "Nuh-uh."
"Yes, they are. it's OK, I still wuv you, Bobie wobie obie." She gave him a big hug.
"I know. I...wuv you too." He sighed in resignation.
She smiled nervously. "Good. Because I used your account to buy myself a dress made of diamonds."
"WHAT!"