Scene 5 – Floatin' in the Sky

"Woo! I feel much better." Vacy pulled her hair up high on her head, fastening a band around it to hold the ponytail in place. Still wet, it hung a little heavier than usual. She grinned at Corso, one hand on her hip, the other holding a smoke-blue transparisteel bottle. "Do I look as good as I feel?" She twirled, laughing, then squeaked a little as she stumbled, smiling up at Corso when he caught her.

It really ain't fair of her to do that. She can't NOT know. Corso went for a grin. "You look gorgeous, gorgeous." And it wasn't too much of an exaggeration. Her short tunic was bright white, almost luminescent against her dusky green skin. Cut wide, it draped over her gently, and while the neck hung low, she was small enough that it somehow looked more classy than provocative. And it was loose enough that when she'd twirled, it'd shown just a peek of her waist above her charcoal-grey trousers, which were quite snug and definitely provocative. Her brown calf-high boots and the holster draped around her hips were a concession to practicality, and might be out of place at the Towers.

He didn't care.

"Awww, tha's awful sweet of ya." She sashayed down the walk toward the taxi pad, bumping against him every few steps.

He shook his head again. "Smell like a distillery, though."

Vacy's eyes widened, and she breathed into her hand. "Do I? Smokes, I can't tell. It can't be that bad." She looked up at him with a bit of a pout. "Should I go back an' wash m'teeth? Or put on some perfume or something?" Her eyes narrowed. "Waaaait a minnit. How many beers did you have, anyway?"

This time he helped her into the passenger side and he took care of the coordinates. "Just the one, Captain."

She waggled a finger at him. "Tha's the problem, then. You are toooo sober." She shook her head. "Can't have that. 'S agains' th'rules." As the speeder hummed to life, she nestled against him.

He hesitated, then draped an arm around her shoulders, and when she snuggled closer, he could've sworn something in his chest tied in a knot. "Oh yeah? What rules would those be?"

She popped the lid off her bottle and passed it to him. "Dunno. Dunt care. Here. S'good."

Corso took a swig and winced. It was as bad as the beer, but for different reasons. "Mm-hm. Thanks," he said, passing it back. "But I think I'm good."

Vacy chuckled against his chest. "Farm Boy, you are farkin' adorable. Ain't about how it tastes; it's about how it makes you feeel." She looked hazily up at him and grinned. "An' rinnow, I feeeel pretty darn good." She pointed up at the expanse above them. "S'like I'm floatin' in the sky."

"We'll get you back up there soon as we can, Captain. I promise." The speeder drifted to a stop by the Towers, and Corso hopped out, offering a hand to Vacy, who hesitated, but took it and dragged herself out of the vehicle.