Private So, Here's The Thing

[Wrenarias]

A smile touched her lips and she reached out to lightly clink her glass against his own. "To new beginnings."

The woman said softly before she took a sip from the contents. It was a strong taste, but a good one.

"Is this even a new beginning for you though?" She asked with a playful grin.

Another quiet sip while she watched the man over the rim of her glass.

 

[Wynter Rackham]

Wrenarias

Wyn took a sip, before answering her.

Letting the burn settle on his tongue. Eyes closing for a moment as that ah escaped him. Whistle of air blowing past his teeth, before he grinned knowingly at Wren. "Oh, but every new trip is a new beginning, dig?" He wanted to stretch again, but had done it so many times now that ... it just didn't feel there was any more tug left there. "New places to see, chit to do, not being burdened by what ya leave behind."

In all honesty he wanted to turn in soon.

Get some z's.

Ah, well, a few drinks first. What's the worst thing that could happen?

"So, whatcha planning on doing, once ya over at Hoth or Endor?"

 

[Wrenarias]

Wrenarias sipped from her glass, savoring the taste of the whisky he'd given her. It was delicious, as far as she was concerned, considering she hadn't had a drink in weeks.

There was a slight problem in that she had not eaten anything in nearly three days. From just a few sips she could already feel the effects starting to settle in. She would need to be careful.

"I'm not really sure... Maybe try to find a job." She said with a rueful smile and a slight shrug of a shoulder.

"Not like I have anything lined up, y'know?"

 

[Wynter Rackham]

Wrenarias

A snort there.

"Well, ya good at fighting and fixing tech chit. That puts ya above a ton of other candidates." Wyn responded casually. The casualness of someone who wasn't worried about jobs. Why would he? There was a ship and connections. Even if things were tight .... and they were tight. Just take a look around his ship and you knew it wasn't all gravy.

It was still someone who wasn't worried about getting his next payday in.

"What do you want to do?" Taking another royal sip from his glass. "I assume it ain't fighting or fixing chit up."

Then she could have just gone to the other side of 'Shaddaa want waited things out.

This was a more radical approach.

 

[Wrenarias]

The question was an unexpected one. She leaned back a little in her seat, sipping from the whiskey once more. No one else ever really asked her what she wanted to do, and he'd made it fairly clear that he could tell she didn't enjoy fighting.

There was a faint flicker of a smile as she lowered the glass a few inches from her mouth.

"I... Hadn't really considered. I don't like fighting, no but... It's what I'm good at."

Another quick sip and the warmth spread through her limbs.

"Too many scars now to try dancing." She bested with a lopsided grin.

 

[Wynter Rackham]

A laugh there.

"Well, there be people who go in for that, so who knows!" Joking right back at that. Shrugging afterwards though. Wynter got a little bit more serious about it, because in a certain way he felt her. "Yeah, I don't dig fighting either." A grin there-- seemed the seriousness wasn't here for long to stay. "-I'd rather run away and not fight another day."

It was always messy otherwise.

Oh, the people killing aspect didn't bother him all that much. Hell. They tried to kill HIM, so why should Wyn feel guilty about that?

It was just the idea of getting offed himself really.

"Sometimes ya gotta do things ya dun like tho. Get some money on the table. Once ya got da money? Ya can do whatever ya want." There was a line there. A tone to that last bit. Like Wynter had a little bit of experience with this... which he had.

Wrenarias

 

[Wrenarias]

Wren managed a faint smile to Wynter as he spoke, listening to what he had to say on the matter. His levity in the conversation made it impossible not to grin back at him, it was infectious.

She chuckled quietly and polished off the last of her whisky, closing her eyes as she felt the warmth creep through her form. She was definitely intoxicated, she realized. Perhaps not eating and drinking had not been the wisest of decisions.

Grinning brightly, she leaned towards Wynter and gestured towards him with the hand that was still holding her glass. "Well, have you got any ideas on how I could make that money then? Know any folks that'd be interested in a battered twi'lek?"

 

[Wynter Rackham]

Maybe if Wyn was paying a bit better attention he'd have said something.

Eh, some food first mebbe? or a Maybe enough now, yah?

He took that gesture as a request for a refill, which he obliged, before filling his own glass up again. "Ahh, well, that depends.' Drawling relaxed as he nursed that second glass. Leaning lightly against the table, pondering about the options Wren might have right now. "Could be that OPA got whatcha need- those folks always be fighting for one cause or another. Freedom from the Man and all, ya know?"

Another sip, another ah.

"Dunno, you ever think of fighting for a cause? Might be yar thing then."

Eyes casting and watching her.

Definitely excellent on the eyes, which made things easier ... and more complicated at the same time.

 

[Wrenarias]

Wren grinned sheepishly as he refilled her glass, savoring the taste of it as she took yet another heavy sip. She ran a hand over her organic lek, careful to avoid touching the collar that was bolted to her neck.

"Mmm... I guess it'd be nice to fight for an actual cause, for a change. They have much of that on Hoth?" She asked with a light chuckle.

Without buffering the thought, she just blurted the words out. "Do you think you could find a place for me here? Maybe?"

Her cheeks colored slightly when she realized what she'd just asked him.

"Wait... I uhm..." She cleared her throat and looked down at her lap with a shy smile. "Sorry. That's absurd."

 

[Wynter Rackham]

A laugh there.

"Nah, probably not. Just snow, ice and very angry Talz. But it is in OPA space, so ya can go anywhere ya like from there." Watching her there, it was nice to see Wren relax a bit. From the moment he saw her? Tense, anxious, worried about everything. Which made total sense, if that collar was anything to go by.

Her next question made him blink.

Lean back a bit.

"Oh, hey." Reaching out to touch her hand. Put her a bit at ease. "It's okay? But Wren, ya barely know me. Besides traveling from place to place, always on the move ain't for everyone, ya feel?"

Gently squeezing her hand, hopefully she wouldn't feel too bad.

 

[Wrenarias]

Before Wren could react to pull her hand back from Wynter, he'd taken her hand in his and squeezed gently. She felt the bridge connect between them, her breath catching in her throat as the comforting warmth surged from her chest and down the length of her arm; seeping into Wynter's own hand and slowly creeping up his arm towards his heart.

She didn't dare breathe. Terrified of what Wynter's reaction was going to be. The sensation was unpleasant, but she knew Wynter may not feel the same way about it.

It was rare that anyone reacted well when they touched her.

Her eyes widened all the more and she stared down at his hand on hers. But his answer reminded her that she was always alone, no matter where she was.

Shaking her head, she swallowed hard and bit her bottom lip. "I uhm... No. No... You're right."

 

[Wynter Rackham]

There was a surge there as their hands touched.

A blink there, but he didn't pull his back.

"Ow, static... or something, weird." Murmured there, before squeezing her hand again. Now Wynter was feeling something else. A warm pulse up his hand and arm. It felt nice. Then again, he had been drinking, so it was probably just a residue of that. "Just saying- I don't want you to feel like you gotta just cus ya on my ship, dig?"

Keeping his hand on hers however.

It felt really nice and that was weird.

Definitely the last glass he'd have for the night. "I am fine with keeping you around though, if you really want to and don't mind working for your keep." A wink there.

 

[Wrenarias]

He didn't yank his hand back from her. He didn't demand answers or sling accusations at her. Truthfully, Wrenarias was dumbfounded by Wynter's reaction. Her gaze snapped down to his hand on hers, and the. She looked back up at him.

Swallowing hard, she managed a nervous smile.

"No... I want to." She said softly, feeling the warm buzz settle over her mind as she looked intently at Wynter's face.

"I can at least work on the way to Hoth." She added a few moments later, letting her thumb brush over the back of his knuckles.

How long had it been since anyone had touched her?

 

[Wynter Rackham]

A soft shiver there.

That was some really strong alcohol. Damn.

"Well, that's good and if it ends up a good fit?" A shrug there. Just immediately saying yes! Sounded too much like a drunk decision. It was better to take it a bit slower. Living together, flying, that was a tough decision to make. Even if all the interaction seemed nice. Had to take your time with it. His own nails slowly brushing back without realizing it.

"Might as well stick around for the long haul there."

Longer sip from his drink, closing his eyes briefly for that taste. A mmm there.

 

[Wrenarias]

The warmth would only further blossom, spreading through Wynter's form. Wren shivered slightly from the connection that was forged between them. Her eyes dropped down to their hands entangled on the table together, and she smiled slightly.

Though she couldn't stop a far more... Suggestive thought from briefly popping in her mind, and thusly, conveying it accidentally to Wynter through their physical connection. He'd catch a glimpse of them entwined on the table, much like their fingers... But it abated as quickly as it appeared.

"We'll just play it by ear then." She said in a soft whisper, her cheeks flushed from embarrassment and the drinks.

 

[Wynter Rackham]

A slow nod there.

The image popping into his head was vivid. Enticing. Probably a very bad idea, but there were days for that too. Weren't there? Another deep sip and Wynter polished off his own glass. Putting it to the side, before rising up. "I think that's enough drinking for tonight, eh?" He teased gently there. Slowly stretching out there.

"Probably better to call it a night."

That was the smart decision.

It had to be the right decision, yes?

 

[Wrenarias]

Wren was quick to her feet when Wynter set down his empty glass and stood up. She intended to take his glass and put it up for him, eager to prove that she could be useful.

Unfortunately for her, however, she'd underestimated how much of the whisky had gone to her head. As soon as she jumped up, the room seemed to tilt dangerously around her and she half stumbled into Wynter's chest as she tried to catch herself.

She blushed furiously. The comforting warmth from just holding her hand grew exponentially from having her pressed against him. She stammered out an string of apologies.

"I-I'm so sorry! Didn't realize... Let me just... Uhm..."

 

[Wynter Rackham]

Wrenarias

Okay, yeah.

This was the good path.

Just say bye, nod, nothing else was necessary. The drinks had been pleasant. No point in complicating a situation. He was about to smile, say good bye and then... she stumbled into him. His arms automatically went around her waist. Didn't even think about it. It only increased the surge in heat. Oh, okay, so it wasn't just the alcohol.

It was most definitely the flirting too.

"Oh, that's okay..." He murmured.

Time to let go of her. Accept the apology and move o- oh, no. What was Wynter doing? Why was he leaning into her? This was a bad idea. Bad, bad, bad, and unless she stopped him?

He'd move to kiss her there.