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Hobbie - Shel | Wes - Alison | Feni and Lysol - Leah

Fenig Durak: ::Fenig peeks out for a second to hand Hobbie a shiny gold origami X-wing she made today::
Derek H Klivian:   -=smiles=- Hey, that's pretty great.
 Derek H Klivian:   -=turns it over in his hands=- I can never get the wings right...
Fenig Durak:  ::Grins:: That's what you get for being a pilot and not a mechanic
Derek H Klivian:   -=chuckle=- you can say that again
Fenig Durak:  That's what you get for being a pilot and not a mechanic ::arrogant grin::
Derek H Klivian: -=shakes finger at her=-
Fenig Durak:  What?
Derek H Klivian:   smiles and shakes his head=- nothing.
Fenig Durak: ::whistles as a lum-soaked napkin goes flying over her head in Hobbie's direction::
Derek H Klivian: -=ducks=- you are NOT starting that again!
Fenig Durak: Starting what?
Fenig Durak: I didn't do it! It was him! :;points to the origami owl behind her:
Derek H Klivian: I'm a pilot, not an idiot! Origami doesn't throw, it quashes!
Fenig Durak: ::blinks:: That's something of an oxy moron, isn't it? ::devilish grin with more than a touch of teasing:;
Derek H Klivian: -=shakes a finger at her=- You know... I can put you right back on that probation, girl.
Derek H Klivian: -=frowns=-
Fenig Durak: ::blinks a few times as she considers that. Finally, hands over her lucky hair elastic as surrender::
Derek H Klivian: -=blinks in surprise, but doesn't question it as he pockets the lucky elastic=- Like I said before, I need all the luck I can get *smile*  Now... -=pushes her back into her room and palms the door shut=-  Let Lysol help you girly up!
Lysol: ::starts to comb out Fen's hair and put her in....bum bum BUM!! real clothes::
Fenig Durak: ::inside, thumping, banging and swearing is heard:: Coveralls are real clothes!
Derek H Klivian: No they're not! Now I know you have to have SOMETHING that isn't a coverall! -=is standing outside her *closed* bedroom door=- You asked me to help you, it's your own fault!
Fenig Durak: No! Get away from me with that! GAH!!! ::screams are heard, near deafening if you're in there, then a meaty thud, then quiet, then a few gentle spritzes::
Lysol: :: walks on out, all proud, holding a comb, a bit of makeup, and perfume:;
Wes Janson: -=Wes, meanwhile, is sitting in his living quarters in a pair of thighty whity underpants, his datapad in his lap while playing a game on it.=-
Derek H Klivian: -=thanks Lysol for the help, and then peeks into feni's room as she leaves=- You coming out, Miss Durak?
Fenig Durak: ::Moping and rubbing a bump on her head, Fenig glares sheepishly at Hobbie::
Fenig Durak: She sprayed me with perfume.
Fenig Durak: ::Can we say very flattering, somewhat formfitting green top with black suede pants?::
Derek H Klivian: -=blinks=- You look great.
Fenig Durak: ::scowls and pulls some of her combed hair in front of her face:: I feel like a streetwalker with this makeup on
Derek H Klivian: -=reaches out and takes her wrist before she can retreat and gently starts guiding her to the door=-
Derek H Klivian: *chuckle* Nah, you're much prettier than oneof those -=winks at her and leads her down the hall toward the quarters heshares w/ wes.=-
Wes Janson: Come on, baby, one more time and I'll have the new high store. Come on come on!
Fenig Durak: ::Coming her hair back from her face withher fingers, Fenig does her best to ignore the fact that she's in clothes that actually show off her figure rather than mask it::
Derek H Klivian: -=they finally reach their destination, and Hobbie motions her to stay there whhile he slips into the room... thankfully=-
Derek H Klivian: Wes!
Fenig Durak: ::snickers outside as she can only imagine what Wes is doing:
Wes Janson: Hold on Hobbie! I'm about to beat this game once and for all! -=he waved at Hobbie without letting his eyes leave the datapad screen=-
Derek H Klivian: -=grumbles, goes to Wes' room, grabs a pair of slacks, and then returns and throws them at him=-
Wes Janson: HEY! -=pants hit datapad and send it flying=- What's wrong with you?!
Derek H Klivian: What's wrong with *ME*? you're the one sitting here in his UNDERWEAR!
Wes Janson: It's my room!
Fenig Durak: ::Alright, muffled yelling is NOT a good way to start out an evening. Inching away,Fenig hopes to make an exit without them noticing::
Derek H Klivian: Okay, let me rephrase. There's a gorgeous woman outside.  And, for some strange, unknowable reason, she wants to see You. So the least you could do is make yourself presentable-=is not yelling, is very calm, thankyouverymuch=-
Fenig Durak: ::Well, since it got quiet again, she ain't goin no where::
Wes Janson: If there's a gorgeous woman outside... wouldn't less clothes be more presentable? -=grins and flexes biceps=-
Derek H Klivian: -=slaps his forehead=- just put on the slacks, wes?
Wes Janson: -=sighs and pulls them on, then grabs a wifebeater from the couch=- Who is it anyway? Another one of your one night stands cause you can't commit to anyone anymore?
Fenig Durak: ::Ouch::
Derek H Klivian: -=glares at wes=- Don't even go there, man.  You know as well as anyone else that I've not been on a single date since Amanda left.
Wes Janson: -=coughs=- That's not what I heard.
Derek H Klivian: -=looks at wes strangely=- Whatever, anyway, shall I let her in
Wes Janson: Sure, why not.
Wes Janson: -=he turned to go find his datapad on the floor=-
Derek H Klivian: -=moves over to the door, opens it, gives Feni a disarming smile, then waves her in=- Good luck -=whispers unconvincinglyas he steps out of the way=-
Fenig Durak: -s- Toss me in with a rancor, hmm? ::Fixing Hobbie with a withering smile, she traded places with him in the room::
Derek H Klivian: -=whispers=- he's not all *that* bad. -=encouraging wink, and move toward his own bedroom in the flat... closing the door *most*of the way, cause he wants to listen in, little rotter=-
Fenig Durak: ::Gee::
Wes Janson: -=turns around upon hearing footsteps, then stops movement. Suddnly, the datapad dropped to the floor.=-
Fenig Durak: Hey there, Wes. ::her eyes follow the datapad's fall until it stopped clattering on the floor::
Fenig Durak: I take it you weren't expecting me?
Wes Janson: -=blinks=- Feni?
Fenig Durak: ::Smiles sheepishly:: Yeah, Wes?
Wes Janson: -=tilts head=- What did you do to yourself?
Fenig Durak: ::fixing him with an exasperated stare, she tried not to toss back a biting remark to that::
Fenig Durak: I didn't braid my hair and put real clothes on. I do that on occasion
Wes Janson: -=slowly, Wes let a tiny smile come to his face=- You put makeup on too?
Fenig Durak: ::Now that was her sensitive spot:: A little... ::Picking at her fingernails, the ones without grease this time, Fenig was definately fidgeting:
Wes Janson: -=walking closer and smelling the air=- perfume too... expensive stuff. Aue de la Cheno?
Fenig Durak: I have no idea. That Lysol woman spritzed it on me. ::Then a pause:: How did you know?
Wes Janson: -=grinning=- You normall smell of grease. When the smell of orchids follows you, it gives it away. -=within range, Wes leaned over and gently smelt the length of Fenni's neck=- definitly Aue de la Cheno.
Fenig Durak: ::She shivers a little and takes a step back:: And how often do you wear Aue de la Cheno, Wes?
Wes Janson: I don't wear it normally until late at night when the original wearer and I are pressed up against each other, the scent rubbing off onto me. -=he smirked=-
Derek H Klivian: -=rolls his eyes and moves away from his cracked doorway to look for a datamagazine=-
Fenig Durak: ::Laughing softly, she shakes her head:: That was a line, Wes. Definately a line.
Wes Janson: -=smirking=- You expected something different walking in here like that?
Fenig Durak: ::Holding out her hands in surrender:: I supppose not. So, are you going to put on a shirt
Fenig Durak: and take me out?
Wes Janson: First answer me this. You've been chasing me for almost a year now. Why?
Fenig Durak: I wouldn't exactly call it chasing. More like.... ::She has to think about that for a moment::
Fenig Durak: Alright, I've been chasing you. But I like you. Do I really need a better reason?
Wes Janson: What have i done to deserve all this? -=he waved his hand up and down indicating her clothing=-
Fenig Durak: ::looking down and picking a bit at her shirt, she shrugged:: This was actually Hobbie's idea.
Derek H Klivian: -=refrains from slapping his datapad against his head, having not been able to keep from listening in=-
Fenig Durak: I was more than happy in coveralls and a braid. ::Glancing back up, a thick strand of white flipped itself across her forehead::
Wes Janson: -=reaching up to play with the white strand. He always loved that little strand how it stood out from the rest of her hair=- Sometimes coveralls are a little informal for grand times though...
Fenig Durak: I haven't had any grand times since I got here ::Save meeting you. But she wasn't about to say that:: Maybe it's time I saw some?
Wes Janson: Where do you want to go first?
Fenig Durak: Where do you suggest?
Wes Janson: Club Coruscant? It can be a bit racy... nothing like Downtime
Fenig Durak: Loud music, strong booze, and lots of scantily clad women?
Wes Janson: And that's just the waiting line.
Fenig Durak: Yeah, we uh...don't need to go there.
Derek H Klivian: -=smirks from where he's seated by his doorway.=-
Wes Janson: -=grinning=- Intimidated by women in less clothing?
Fenig Durak: In a word, yes. Besides, how much of a conversation can we get going with all the loud music?
Fenig Durak: ::shakes her head a little:: Maybe after dinner?
Wes Janson: Why don't you figure out a place while I go get dressed in somethign a bit more... complimentary. -=he winked, then jogged off to his room=-
Fenig Durak: ::While Wes is gone, Fenig tip toes over to Hobbie's door and peeks her head in:: Hobbie?
Derek H Klivian: -=looks up from his datapad half-guiltily=- Yes?
Derek H Klivian: -=stands=-
Fenig Durak: Help? I don't have any idea what's around here. Do you realize that until now, my life has been
Fenig Durak: this squadron's X-Wings?
Fenig Durak: <--loser
Derek H Klivian: -=shakes his head, then tilts it as he thinks for a moment=- Well, there's a restaurant at the Alderaanian Gardens - it's kinda fancy, but most people just dress casually, uhm.. -=keeps thinking=-
Derek H Klivian: Corellian Smuggler's Den, ((think ponderosa)) that's pretty casual,,uhm.... What kind of food do you like?
Wes Janson: -=digging in his closet, Wes grabs a pair of dark green tight pants and a black form fitting turtleneck. he slipped them on, and sucked in his microgut to get the pants zipped.=-
Fenig Durak: Uhm... food? The kind you eat I suppose. ::she shrugged.::
Derek H Klivian: Well.... you've got your Alderaani, Ralltiirian,Taanabian, Corellian, Ithorian, Commonorian.... what sort of food? -=chuckles=-
Fenig Durak: Ralltiirian. ::She said with a decisive nod::
Fenig Durak: No, no, change that
Derek H Klivian: yes...?
Fenig Durak: Taanabian. Definately.
Wes Janson: Ew, how can you eat that Raltiirian slop? -=wes grinned, leaning against the doorway of Hobbie's room=- Taanabian it is...
Fenig Durak: ::She near jumps from her skin, or rather, her clothes as she spun around:: You startled me
Derek H Klivian: -=looks back and forth between the two, and nods=- You two have a fun evening.
Derek H Klivian: -=gives wes the "you hurt her you die" look, pats Feni's shoulder, and slips out of the room=-
Fenig Durak: ::Not before Fenig says thanks quietly with a lil kiss on the cheek!::
Wes Janson: -=grinning=- Shall we go? -=holds out arm=-
Fenig Durak: ::Takes his offered arm and nods:: We shall. Lead on, kind sir? ::ALright, she's got a bad sense of humor. We knew this::
Derek H Klivian: -=heads to downtime, and gets a couple of drinks - wondering why he's not has happy as he should be that things worked out=-
Derek H Klivian: -=eventually gets back to the apartment, and falls asleep on the couch watching the holovid - guy has no life anymore =-

Wes Janson: -=After a long dinner and spot of dancing on the resturant dance floor, Wes slowly guides Fenni up to the Alderaanian Gardens up at the top of the Imperial Palace levels. He took her along the flora of Taanab=-
Fenig Durak: So what was it like where you grew up? ::Motioning of course the the lush gardens:: I'm
Fenig Durak: betting not as thick as this?
Wes Janson: Not unless it was corn stalks. -=leans against the rail that marked the path=- And definatly no danders jumping out of these and trying to eat you alive.
Wes Janson: ((danders = mix between deer and panther))
Fenig Durak: ::Taking a spot next to him on the rail, Fenig laughs softly:: Not a terribly threatening name
Fenig Durak: for something that should be feared. Though, I can't even begin to imagine what growing up in
Fenig Durak: rural country is like.
Wes Janson: But deadly just the same. -=he pulled down his collar to reveal a white scar that was almost a hoof print size from collar boe to spine=- Got this one just before i joined the rebels.
Fenig Durak: ::Brushes her fingers along the scar gently:: Ouch. Probably best that you joined up then. It's
Fenig Durak: safer.
Wes Janson: -=laughs gently=- Yeah... of course being the hero made my sister want to follow in my footsteps. I also got that one saving her hide. She followed me into the forest when i was hunting... she was only 6.
Fenig Durak: ::Well gee, that kinda insinuates a lot about Wes' age:: How much older are you than her?
Wes Janson: -=he twirled the toothpick around in his mouth, smirking=- wouldn't you like to know.
Fenig Durak: Here's a better question. How much older am I than you?
Wes Janson: Depends... how old are you?
Fenig Durak: Gaining on the bottom rung of 492. Otherwise known as 27
Wes Janson: Well grandma, let's say that we're close enough. -=he smiled, the toothpick standing at attention on his lips=-
Fenig Durak: ::until that toothpick was snatched right out of his lips:: Grandma, hmm?
Wes Janson: -=laughing=- What, you're trying to date a minor and don't want to be called grandma?
Fenig Durak: A minor? Hardly. ::Having stole the toothpick for her own use, Fenig slips it between her lips and grins:: I may be older than you ::because every man she's dated has been at most a year younger::  but you're hardly a minor
Wes Janson: -=wes leaned over close and smirked=- Twenty nine. -=he grabbed the toothpick with his teeth, his lips teasingly brushing against hers as he captured the toothpick and leaned back, grinning smuggly=-
Fenig Durak: I rest my case. ::She rolls her eyes, but laughs all the same:: So grandpa, here's a question for you
Wes Janson: -=smirking=- Yes?
Fenig Durak: What took you so long to finally take me out?
Wes Janson: -=he leaned back and flipped the toothpick around in his mouth=- I was at a part in my life where i didn't want anyone, i guess.
Fenig Durak: I can understand that. ::Turning around, she leans her hips against the railing and leans
Fenig Durak: toward the gardens, breathing in the fresh smell of it all:: Gods, Wes, why would would want to leave
Fenig Durak: somewhere that had flowers as gorgeous as this, I don't know.
Wes Janson: -=leaned over and picked a single flower from it's bush and held it gently=- If i didn't, my planet would have been destroyed slowly but surely.
Fenig Durak: ::Standing straight again, Fenig turned a deep and meaningful gaze on him:: When was the last time
Fenig Durak: you went back?
Wes Janson: Two years ago... I made a nice enemy from a childhood friend who became a regional moff and wanted to make our home pay just to get me.
Fenig Durak: ::She winces:: I'm sorry, Wes. ::Let us all take hands and proceed into the awkward silence::
Wes Janson: -=wes took the flower which was a deep blue with a white streak in it, and set it carefully behind Fenni's ear=-
Fenig Durak: ::Her fingers brush over the petals gently, careful not to knock it from it's perch.:: I've discovered something, Wes.
Wes Janson: And that is?
Fenig Durak: That you're one of the sweetest and most honest men I've ever met. And that I respect you for it
Wes Janson: -=blinks=- Surely you jest?
Fenig Durak: ::She just shakes her head:: 'Fraid not, flyboy
Wes Janson: Never been told that one before. I'm used to the more "You're funny, but I don't think we'd be able to last more than tonight."
Fenig Durak: Whoever said that to you is a coward. So how about this then? Wes, you're funny, handsome, a great damn pilot, and one of the best people I've ever had the pleasure of knowing, and I'm all the better for knowing you.
Wes Janson: -=grinning, Wes reached up and pushed the white streak behind her ear=- And you know something... I wish I had told you long before you went to all this trouble about how beautiful you really are under all that grease.
Fenig Durak: ::Thank the Force for the dim lighting that hides Fenig's blush:: I think in your own way, you did.
Fenig Durak: ::case in point: the white streak::
Wes Janson: -=wes looked at her with a small smile, then turned his head back to the plants=- It really is beautiful, isn't it?
Fenig Durak: ::Here comes the mechanic in her:: More beautiful than a rebuilt fighter block with dual injection
Fenig Durak: fuel pumps.
Wes Janson: -=laughing=- I would hope so...
Fenig Durak: ::Were he to actually look, he'd see her eyes most decidedly not on the gardens:: Heh, sorry, I get a little carried away in my work sometimes
Wes Janson: It's ok... I did too at the very beginning... then a wise man told me I couldn't be dignified when having fun...
Fenig Durak: ::Smile turns to smirk, eyes level with a sparkle, and Fenig snorts a soft laugh:: Wes, you've seen me when I'mworking. I'm as far from dignified looking as any one person can get
Wes Janson: True. you do tend to have an unprofessional look to you.
Fenig Durak: Bingo. ::Said as she taps his nose gently:: But the end result is worth it. It keeps all of you safe and flying those stunts you like to show off with.
Wes Janson: -=gasps=- I don't show off!
Fenig Durak: Yeah, and I don't fix X-Wings. ::My. What a dry response Fenig gave::
Wes Janson: Are you calling me a liar? -=wes raised an eyebrow, then snuck a little closer=-
Fenig Durak: Not a liar per se.... more like a fibber. ::She smiled that FCG with twinkling eyes and a navy blue flower in her hair.::
Wes Janson: Take that back -=wes teased, bringing his fingers up and tickling her under her arms gently=-
Fenig Durak: ::Squirming her way back along the railing, Fenig just raised her brows in a smile:: No.
Wes Janson: Yes! -=he tickled harder=-
Fenig Durak: No! ::she squealed as she tried to back out of Wes' tickling reach:: NEVER!
Wes Janson: -=backs Fenni up along the railing and presses body against hers, trapping her while still tickling=- Yes.
Fenig Durak: ::gasping for breath, she wriggled against him, fighting futilely against the tickle barrage:: *gasp* no...*gasp giggle*
Wes Janson: -=his arms stopped tickling and instead started to gently rub up and down her back=- yes...
Fenig Durak: -s- Never... ::Regaining her composure, she leans back against the railing and against his hands::
Wes Janson: -= Wes leaned closer, to where they were nose to nose. =- Yes... -=whispers=-
Fenig Durak: -sw- No... ::Nose to nose, eye to eye, and a lecherous grin to boot::
Wes Janson: -=without answering, Wes closed his eyes and leaned forward the rest of the way, capturing her bottom lip between his two=-
Fenig Durak: ::Now, I ask you honestly, ladies and gents, when a lovely girl like Fenig is kissed by a handsome guy like Wes, how do you think she would react? By slipping her arms around him and returning the affection? You better frellin' believe it!:
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