The Run

[Aela Talith]

[member="Alexia Santiago"]

His fingers tightened one last time. "Probably."

Her clothes were spread all over, his own were piled into one small corner of the courtyard itself. He glanced over towards it for a moment and then slowly let go of her, allowing his fingers to move away from the curve of her chest...though slowly.

"I don't think he'll tell anyone." Oddly enough he was beginning to sober a bit. "Not after the amount he took."

Those pills likely hadn't been all that strong in the first place.

Bummer.

 

[Alexia Santiago]

[member="Wes Spalding"]

She whacked his retreating hand one more time for good measure then slowly unwound her legs from his torso, sliding back into the water. "We'll get plenty more credits where those came from," she smirked at Wes in the darkness and climbed out of the pool. Took her a good minute to find her shorts, shirt, and bra.

Took her a minute longer to get her flip flops.

Shirt slipped on but she carried the bra. Shorts were shimmied on over wet undies. They'd only have a short elevator ride to their room; she wasn't worried. Uggh. She was about to pass out and her head was starting to pound. Eyes swept the deck for her fake husband but real friend.

 

[Aela Talith]

[member="Alexia Santiago"]

He was following after her just a moment later, though instead of putting on all of his clothes he had simply put on his boxers. Their own hotel room was near the top floor anyway, and he doubted that any families would be traveling through the hotel at this time of night.

"Lets go." He urged her forward.

The Lift first, then their room.

"Plus." He leaned into her. "I need some sleep."

Probably not what she was expecting.

 

[Alexia Santiago]

[member="Wes Spalding"]

A smile flashed across her face. "No. I NEED some sleep." There was an old lady on the lift who got an eyeful with Wes. Alexia just smiled and mouthed the words 'honeymoon.' The old woman shook her head at the young couple as they exited to their floor.

Door opened and Alexia unlooped her arm from around Wes, stripping off all clothes and slipping on her silk nightgown. Somehow she still made it to the bed before Wes, face planting and sprawling out on the mattress, taking up a good chunk. A muffled moan left her lips in satisfaction.

 

[Aela Talith]

[member="Alexia Santiago"]

He followed after her a moment later.

Wes of course didn't bother with putting on pajamas, rather, he simply took off his underwear...a process that took him a rather embarrassingly long time. He wasn't quite sure why it was so difficult, nor was he certain if he had put them on the right way around, but either way eventually he managed it.

A few moments later he flicked off the lights to the hotel room and collapsed into bed alongside her.

A moment later she would feel a hand upon her rear.

 

[Alexia Santiago]

A moment after that, he'd find a quick, sharp elbow into his side. She muttered into the blankets but didn't lift her head. She was already half asleep. She yawned and muttered one more time until she turned onto her side, nestling in close to him. Maybe just seeking warmth with her damp, chlorine tinged hair.

Maybe subconsciously wanting to be held after what they'd seen. Maybe that would keep the nightmares away. But she didn't think about any of this because she was already asleep, snoring softly.

 

[Aela Talith]

[member="Alexia Santiago"]

The next morning would come, and their room was quickly flooded with sunlight. Alexia would find that the nudge form her elbow had not been enough to dissuade him and the hand on her rear was still firmly in place, though whether he actually meant to put it there was up for the debate.

Wes once again slept like rock.

Perhaps it was because the stimulant from the night before had not been particularly powerful, or perhaps it was simply because of what they had seen. Either way, even with the sunlight fully pouring into the room the Forger did not even seem to wake.

Sleep was after all important, and their flight wouldn't leave until the afternoon.

He'd made sure of that, mostly because he wanted to make everything seem normal while booking the flights.

 

[Alexia Santiago]

[member="Wes Spalding"]

It wasn't until another hour later that she finally started to stir. Body pulled away from Wes to flop on her back. His hand, of course, would flop back on the bed as she pulled away in her half-sleep. Arms lifted above her head and toes stretched. A huge yawn left her lips and her eyes slowly began to open, squinting in the mid-morning light that was streaming through their windows.

Uggh, Wes hadn't closed the blackout curtains all the way.

Sleepy cerulean eyes stared at the immaculate hotel ceiling, unwilling to move for the moment. Today, would start their time officially on the run. She wouldn't be able to find her Da or retire in that ocean-side mansion she'd saved in her comm.

 

[Aela Talith]

[member="Alexia Santiago"]

Wes didn't budge for a few moments, though the moment Alexia moved him he did start to wake up.

Unsurprisingly he had a headache worse than he'd ever experienced before. His lips thinned, and for a few moments he couldn't help but wonder exactly what had happened. Wes let out a groan finally, something that would probably startle Alexia. "Ugh."

He said.

"Those pills." He moaned out in pain. "Were not at all pure."

Far from it.

 

[Alexia Santiago]

[member="Wes Spalding"]

"Whelp," head turned to look at Wes, arms still lazily around her head. "The thrill is partly in the risk." She didn't usually do drugs. And last night was the reason why. She lost too much control and she didn't like that. But last night of all nights, she needed that escape and she certainly got it. Even if it was just for a few hours.

"Hang on," pushing from her spot on the bed, she leaned over Wes to grab the phone that was on his side of the bed. The silk of her nightgown rubbed against his chest. She was too lazy to roll out of bed and walk all the way around. He'd just have to deal for a second.

"Yes, hello. I'd like some room service. Two cups of caf. And, hang on a sec," Palm went over the mouthpiece. "What do you want? Sweetie."

 

[Aela Talith]

[member="Alexia Santiago"]

His hand tickled against her stomach for a moment.

"Something edible." The nausea in his stomach meant he wasn't really in the mood to play around with her this morning, so instead of his hand falling to her rump or trying to pull up her night gown Wes instead just scratched his tummy.

He let out a yawn.

"Preferably something rich." He added. "I need something to get my energy up."

And quickly, he felt like he was dying.

 

[Alexia Santiago]

[member="Wes Spalding"]

Body jerked as he tickled her for a second. Thankfully he stopped. Cerulean-gaze briefly glared in his direction. She nodded at his request and removed her hand, speaking into the phone once again. "We'll also take waffles with all the toppings. On the side. Yes, whipped cream too. Two sides of scrambled eggs, an omlette, and some bacon. Extra crispy. Oh and add a chocolate croissant."

Head tilted to the side as she listened to the other end.

"Yes, that's all. Thanks." Hanging up the phone, she eased off Wes' chest and scooted out of bed. Grabbing a pair of dark-wash jeans along with a nice blouse, feet padded over to the refresher. She eyed Wes for a moment from the doorway. "They'll be here soon. Might wanna get dressed or you'll cause the bellhop to faint."

Smirking, she disappeared into the refresher. Totally calling it first.

 

[Aela Talith]

[member="Alexia Santiago"]

He shrugged.

The idea of a bell-hop falling over at a bit of nudity seemed unlikely to him. These people were working in the hotel industry for likely years, and Empress Teta wasn't exactly known for it's prudishness. They had likely seen twice as worse as Wes could ever show them.

Still, he was in no mood for any issues today, and thus he quickly stood up and at least put on some pajama pants.

After he slipped on his pants he mused for a few seconds, his lips thinning as he glanced out the window. Slowly Wes wandered over towards the large panes of glass, his gaze setting on the skyline of Empress Teta and the distant speeder tracks winding through the skies.

Oddly enough, Wes found himself missing home, Coruscant.

 

[Alexia Santiago]

[member="Wes Spalding"]

The con-artist made quick work of the shower and make-up. She'd let her hair dry naturally. Seemed appropriate today. Clothes were quickly tugged on and the refresher door swished open, letting the steam out of the small room.

Looked like the food-cart had already arrived. There were steaming plates beneath clear lids. She didn't go to the food though. Instead, she began packing up her things and throwing them in the small suitcase she'd brought. Odd to think this was all she owned now.

"Smells good," she commented quietly. It had been nearly twenty-four hours since she last ate. But she still couldn't do it. Not yet. It was the only thing she could control in her life right now and so, she chose not too. Even if her stomach was rumbling.

 

[Aela Talith]

[member="Alexia Santiago"]

Wes ate, albeit a bit more slowly that he usually did. His stomach was still somewhat unsettled, but the pills and the alcohol had been bad enough that he needed some kind of food in him, otherwise he wouldn't be lasting the rest of the day. They would be doing quite a lot of traveling, and he didn't want to take any chances in that regards. His lips thinned as he briefly glanced over towards Alexia, watching the girl as she looked over at the food on the table.

They'd likely be able to get something to eat later, but it would've been better if she ate now.

Still, he wasn't her father, and thus he wouldn't tell her what to do. If she didn't want to eat, then Wes certainly wasn't going to make her do so. They still have four hours before they had to get to the starport, though he wanted to get there an hour early so they could change their travel arrangements.

Getting to Nar Shaddaa unseen would be...not difficult, but they would have to be careful.

"Steal some of the soap." He told her inbetween bites.

 

[Alexia Santiago]

[member="Wes Spalding"]

"What? No. That's child's play." Eyes rolled. "YOU should take some, though because STARS knows you need it," she smirked at him over her shoulder as she turned her back to the food and instead, took his well-worn spot of staring out of the window.

Fingers tapped against the ring still on her finger. Were their identities compromised? Would they need to try a new angle?

"Do you think we need to burn these IDs and this story or stay a married couple?"

 

[Aela Talith]

[member="Alexia Santiago"]

"Stay married until we get to Nar Shaddaa." He told her simply. "The ID's will get us on the transport."

He took another bite.

"From there we disappear. I'll make us new ID's when we get there, then we grab what I have stashed away and head towards the outer rim. I know some people who can get us where we need to go." Smugglers and the like. They weren't bad guys, though they would make Wes pay. That was fine though, mostly because he knew that they wouldn't try to rip him off and would just take the agreed upon sum. Though of course since they were running from Rasho that sum might be a bit bigger.

The Forger considered for a moment. "We'll lay low for a day or two first though."

That way if someone came looking they would know.

 

[Alexia Santiago]

[member="Wes Spalding"]

They'd need the rings a little longer.

"When were done with the rings I can sell them for a pretty high price." They were cheap of course, but she could con anyone into believing they were actually valuable. No problem. Turning from the busy morning traffic in the skies, she grabbed her bag, looking at her chrono.

"You done yet?" She already did the automatic check-out. She was tempted to pass off the credits to another room but the hotel would find out eventually and she didn't want to risk compromising their identities. She wheeled her bag next to Wes and the little food cart, grabbing one of the caf cups and taking a few sips.

 

[Aela Talith]

[member="Alexia Santiago"]

"Need to get dressed." Not to mention hop into the refresher.

There was no real urgency, at least not yet. "Relax."

Telling her that was more difficult that it should have been. He wasn't exactly laying back either at the moment, and he knew that she must have been strung pretty high by all of this. Their situation was not a grand one, but if they came apart at the seems now it would all go down hill.

"Have to do this carefully." He said. "Quietly."

He glanced. "I know you're the con-artist, but we can't afford to fall apart without a mask either."

 

[Alexia Santiago]

[member="Wes Spalding"]

She eyed his pajama bottoms briefly. "Okayokay," she forced herself to take a breath and wheeled her suitcase by the door, leaving it there, then she plopped back down on the edge of the bed. Both hands wrapped around the warm cup of caf and she blew across the hot surface and managed to sip it a little more slowly.

"I'm not going to fall apart."

Well, she hoped.

Was that a tremble in her hand holding the caf? She was probably still just a little tired. Nothing to worry about.

"I'll be fine." Blue-eyes narrowed. "You said you had a way of getting us to the outerim. Earlier. What exactly did you have in mind?" She had an idea but she didn't think she'd like it.