Suddenly it was as if Wes and Myri couldn't look Wedge in the eye. Silence stretched for a good five minutes in which Wedge's glare passed from his daughter to one of his best friends multiple times. He couldn't help the anger that was building in his chest. Thinking about the simple fact that Wes was close to 30 years her senior put him teetering precariously on the edge of absolute fury. The fact that Wes was one of his most trusted confidants didn't help matters much either.
"Not so long ago, Iella and I had a dinner party that you both attended. Wes, you sat next to me. Myri, you were the happy announcement in your mother that was the reason for the party."
He let it sink in until Wes finally looked him in the eye. He opened his mouth to speak, but Wedge cut him off.
"Think about that some more. I need to go take a walk. I expect to see you nowhere near one another when I get back."
With that, Wedge turned and walked down the hall. When Wes had the nerve to look at Myri, she was ready for a venomous attack.
"You didn't say anything!"
"What was I supposed to say!" Wes exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.
"Anything! Anything besides just standing there looking like an idiot," she continued her accusation as she shoved him aside and went into her father's room, "Or perhaps what you said back at the Mirmount was a lie."
Wes fell back into the wall, absolutely dumbfounded. A fresh wave of frustration overtook him and he lashed out at the wall. He couldn't even feel the crunch of his knuckles fracturing as he left a deep dent in the durasteel walls. He stalked off in the opposite direction that Wedge had. He didn't hear Tycho and Hobbie calling after him. He walked down to the bars on the Corellian Diamond, the blaster dangling against his hip daring someone to try and mess with him.
Wes didn't notice the blood caked over his hand until his very attractive Twileki bartender gave it an odd look. As a show of bravado, he overturned his glass of asmirinth on his injured hand. The liquid stung like no other, but he wiped the inflamed skin clear o the blood.
"Very macho," the bartender commented, leaning forward on the bar and picking up his glass, her lekku brushing against his arm. Wes looked at the Twilek. His vision was slightly blurry and he had lost count of how many glasses of asmirinth he had consumed. Still, he motioned to the glass in her hands, "More."
She obliged him, filling the glass and placing it on the countertop, "You have much more and I'm going to be dragging you out of here."
Wes chuckled, bringing the glass to his lips and sipping the harsh liquor.
"I'd drag you all the way to my quarters if I had to," she quipped, walking away to help other patrons.
Wes stared at his glass for a few moments, then his eyes trailed over to the bartender. She threw him a glance over her lekku that he had seen plenty of times before. He turned the possibility of taking her up on her offer over a few times in his head. It wasn't wise, but he was so drunk that all signs pointed to, "Go for it. You can't love Myri."
That didn't mean that he didn't feel guilty, but he drowned that in alcohol also, waiting for the Twilek. A soon as she left the bar, he allowed her to lad him to her quarters, stopping only momentarily to glance at the holstered weapon on his hip and say, "That's quite a big blaster you've got there."
When Wedge returned from his walk, Tycho had already gone to bed. Myri sat out on the observing balcony, staring out at the stars and planets outside the thick glass. Wedge came out onto the balcony and his daughter's head snapped around to look at him as he walked to the glass.
"Would you be insulted if I told you that my life is much more tolerable without you in it?" she asked.
When Wedge's shoulders began to shake, Myri was afraid that she had cut too deeply with her words, but when her father turned, his lips were curled into a smile, "Not at all, because the same is true for me, also."
Myri gave her father the first genuine smile she had given him since her younger years, "How are my mother and sister then?"
"You mother is the same as she's always been, "Wedge told her, dropping onto the cushioned bench next to her, "She experience guilt over losing you every now and then, but expresses it by wailing glasses of alcohol at me and telling me that it was my fault."
"And Syal?" she spoke her sister's name with distaste.
"She's very rarely around either. The only difference is that she's dancing around with a lab coat on and is learning something from her experiences."
Myri took his jibe with a smirk. She had her own arsenal in her mind, "I am learning from my experiences. I've learned that military personal are better lovers than tourists."
She stood and patted her father on the shoulder, saying, "Don't look so surprised, Daddy," before walking inside and leaving him in a state of moderate discomfort.
The next morning, Myri rose earlier than Wedge or Tycho. She left their room and knocked on Hobbie and Wes' door. Hobbie answered shirtless and rubbing sleep from his eyes.
Myri gazed past him at the one neatly made bed, "Wes is up already?"
"He never came back last night," Hobbie said with a yawn.
She fought off the jealousy that began to eat away at her insides and got down to business, "I need to go back to my quarters to pick up a few things, and I need an escort."
Hobbie nodded and Myri waited in the hallway until he came out of the room fully dressed. The two stayed quiet as they walked to her quarters. Hobbie stayed in the hallway as Myri quickly packed a bag full of her clothes and toiletries. She gave a quick glance to the door over her shoulder as she stuffed a small satchel with what was left of her glitterstim stash in the bag.
"All done," she told Hobbie with a smile as she came out of the room. They walked back down to the other quarters.
"I'd like to take a shower, but Dad and Tycho are sleeping. Do you mind if I use the one in your room?"
"Not a problem," Hobbie said, opening the door to their room. Myri headed into the 'fresher and Hobbie laid back down, switching on the Holonet.
Myri turned th4 shower system on to conceal the noise she made as she tapped herself a few lines on the vanity top. She quickly inhaled the glitterstim and put everything back away in her bag. She stepped into the hot stream of water and let the drugs begin to take effect.
Wes came back to the room just as she was stepping out of the shower. She dressed in the refresher as he conversed with Hobbie about his whereabouts on the previous night.
"Where were you?" Hobbie asked.
"Oh, Hobs, you wouldn't believe the Twilek I bagged last night," Wes responded with a huge grin on his face. When Hobbie's face became more solemn than he had ever seen, he turned around and could've sworn his heart had stopped beating.
Myri pulled her bag up over her shoulder, unable to hold his gaze, "I'm going back to my father's room."
"Myri, I—"
The door clicked closed before he could even begin to redeem himself.