Escort Duty

[Hevana Martin]

"Oh... uh... you heard that?"

Now her face was really red, embarrassed that her stomach had been heard. It was one thing to have her stomach growl around someone she was comfortable with, but not with a cute girl she was trying to impress. Sometimes her genetics really sucked. As they exited the fitting room and the clothes were rung up, Hevana produced her own credit chit to pay for it. She did not really buy much for herself... well except for some fun items and more food than she liked to admit, so it hardly bothered her to pay for this much.

"Since I'm the one that dragged you along, I'm paying. And no, there will be no arguing with me on this one."

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer stood there surprised at the gesture. No one had ever bought her anything before. Smiling she thought it would be nice to maybe wear the dress for the merc when they go to dinner.

"Um where is the restroom?"

The sales associate figured what Spencer was doing and smiled. They pointed in the direction and she gave Hevana a smile then wandered off. It didnt take her long to change and when she emerged she had foxed her hair to be half way up and gave it a little curl. Small spells from her dathomiran side tend to come in handy from time to time.

Making her way to the merc, she flipped a strand of hair and smiled once more.

"Thank you. ..I am ready if you are. "

 

[Hevana Martin]

When Spencer returned wearing the dress, a shy smile appeared on Hevana's face. She was not entirely sure what to say, telling Spencer how beautiful she was again just felt like it would be corny. This was one of those rare situations where Hevana was at a loss. A rare thing indeed for the headstrong soldier. Spencer was one of the most attractive people she had met in her life, and a large part of that was probably because the Jedi was not even trying. Well, she had clearly tried with the hair, but it was a very cute hairstyle.

"You look perfect," was what she finally decided on. "Now lets go head back and pick up that old guy so we can eat."

Hevana reached out her hand, to allow Spencer to take it if she wanted, then made her way back to the aircar. Not longer after they arrived her employer exited the building, and looked the Jedi over with an appreciative gaze that caused a very noticeable twitch in the merc as she kept herself from decking him. The trip to home base was mostly uneventful, and the corporate car was left in the parking lot leaving Hevana and Spencer to make their way on their own. "So, what kind of food do you like. I know of a good Corellian joint, and I think I saw a Mon Cal joint."

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer of course picked up on the man’s gaze and frowned. She didn’t like what he was thinking about nor did she like what he wanted to do. Either way she felt safe with Hevana around. As they left the car behind Spencer seemed a bit sad, she liked driving around in it, it was cool to not have to walk or ride some beast of burden. The life of a Jedi was never easy! Looking over at Hevana she smiled and thought about what food she liked. The Jedi didn’t serve fancy food, it was mostly glop that the order grew themselves. Though she thought about it a bit more and wondered if you could grow glop.

“I really like seafood, but I think I’m Mon Calamari’d out. I just got back from the planet…we should try Corellian!”

Remember how things went in the holofilms she used to sneak into her room at night, Spencer hooked her arm with the Mercenary and looked down at her. It was funny how she was shorter than her. Either way it should be a good night.

“Show me the way!”