Oh, the Joys. [Allyson]

[Amz]

Charlie slowly became aware of his surroundings. Footsteps hammered on the gangway, voices bounced off the station walls and there was a grumbling of machinery. All of it drilled against his skull, pushing home great stabs of pain.

“Feth.” he grunted and tried to open his eyes. Only one seemed to be responding. Well, that was normal for a heavy night of drinking. the big question was, where the hell was he and what the hell happened. The surface he was laying on was hard and narrow. A bench. Good start. He sat up and the world span. With a groan he hung his head in his hands and fought down the wave of nausea.

Yesterday’s routine had been normal, finish a job, get paid. Write a letter to his mum and sister, send ‘em there share of cash and then hit the bar. Sitting back, he patted the front pocket of his shirt and pulled out a packet of cigarettes. It was empty. The packet sailed over his shoulder.

He ran through the checklist, patting himself down slowly. Cigarettes? No no, he’d just checked that. Blasters? Check. That drew a grin. Cred chip? There it was in the back pocket, wait, what was that. He pulled a piece of card from his pocket. The name ‘Layla’ was scribbled on it, a number underneath. He grinned, and shoved it his shirt pocket. All right, no cigarettes, but he still had his cred chip and his blasters, now all he needed to do was find his ship.

His other eyes still wasn’t responding and it was at this point he realised his face was hurting, not just his head. He reached up a hand to poke it. “Ow! You son of a-” he pressed it a little more gently, the noticed the grazes on the back of his knuckles. Flickers of a fight came back. Something about a ship. His ship. Gone to settle a debt.

“Oh Charlie, you stupid son of a whore. Sorry ma.”

So now what?

He sat back, and patted his shirt pocket again. The cigarettes still weren’t there.
“Feth.” he cursed again, throwing his hands up in despair and bring them to rest on his face. "Kark!"

[member="Allyson Locke"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

Allyson sat up, the night had been filled with booze, credits being thrown around, and bets. Glorious bets. The sheets of a motel bed rested over her frame as she looked next to her and noticed a lad that she had her run ins a few times when she as on the planet. Poor guy, hung up on her for the past couple of years too bad her true love is a ship. Looking at the mirror in front of the bed she grinned and fixed her hair a bit, hung over and still good looking. Giving her reflection a wink, she turned her attention back towards the boy who was still sleeping. It was time for him to wake up. Twisting her legs she kicked his body off the bed, then went to stand up on the other side.

“Get out of here, you know you’re not supposed to stay the full night what’s gotten into you?” The lad fell and then woke up, sitting there he rubbed the side of his head and grunted. “Wat? I thought you liked cuddling – I also need off this damn planet tak—“Allyson put her hand up to quiet him. “You smell like Bantha barf and Ember wouldn’t like you so you’re stuck here mate – get over it” The girl gathered her things and pulled up her tan pants, heading towards the door the bed mate moved quickly and stood there in his boxers. “You’re going to help me pay for the room aren’t you? Pretty sure you make more creds than I do especially with that bet last night!” Sticking her tongue out, Allyson slipped through the door and left.

She started down through a park of some sort where she saw Charles sitting on a bench with his face in his hands. A grin swept her face, she remembered this guy from the bar last night. Of course being a loud mouth she needed to shut him up, outsmart him, and make him look foolish. Oh the joys of the morning after when he realized his ship was gone and he had lost it. To top it all off, she was the one that gave him that shiner against his eye. Walking up, she put her hands on her hips and looked down at the man.

“The whole night catching up to you eh Ace?”

[member="Charles"]

 

[Amz]

Fingers parted slightly so he could peer between them, eyes travelled from the boots along those amazing legs, clad in tan pants. Charles eyes moved up the curve of her hip and over her bust. That was a familiar sight, his lips curled into a smile before her looked at her face. She was a beauty, that much was certain, but there was something nagging at him about that face, about that voice. He dropped his hands and titled his head regarding her with a frown.

"Sorta... I'm thinking you know more 'en I do." He eyes raked over her body once more before settling on his face. "M'also thinkin' that maybe you know where this," he pointed to his face "came from, and what son of a whore has got my ship."

[member="Allyson Locke"]