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07.27.2013 , 02:31 PM |
Prompt: If I Were a Rich Man
Characters: Vette and Quinn
Alt-U of NSP
Keep the Whiskey
“Hey Quinny Quinn Quinn,” Vette chirped as she entered his room. She proudly showed him her haul. “I have a bottle of the finest Corellian Whiskey a couple hundred creds can buy and two glasses with ice colder than Hoth.”
Quinn sighed and spun on his stool to face her. She had been like this since Hoth. It was made worse after the incident in the hangar, an incident of which he had no recollection.
She clonked down both glasses on his desk and poured three fingers worth in each then grinned at him.
“Don’t worry about me,” she said lightly. “I can sit on the floor.”
She set the bottle of whiskey on his desk, snagged her drink, and sat down on the floor with her legs crossed.
He eyed his glass warily. “What do you want, Vette?”
“To drink this fine whiskey with my friend.”
He glowered at her. “You can stop lying. What do you want?”
“Ugh,” she sighed. She chugged her drink as quickly as possible, shuddered, then reached for the bottle. Quinn obliged her and poured her another. She grinned. “Look, I thought that, you know, we could talk and maybe you’d stop being a stiff bastard about anything and everything ever.”
“You try this at least once a week and leave with less information than you came in with. Why would this week be any different?”
“Because you’ll touch your drink this time?”
She had him there. He could resist a Corellian Whiskey from – he eyed the bottle – two decades in a cask? Marvelous. He picked up his glass, sniffed delicately then took a sip. His eyebrows raised a little and he made a pleased noise in the back of his throat.
“I trust it’s to your taste?” she asked, grinning at him.
Vette snickered. It was more than fine. He loved it.
“So, I have a question for you! And it’s not super personal this time!” she said happily.
His face went blank. Her last bout of questioning was terrible and increased in horridness as she ingested more alcohol.
“I should hope not. And it’s seven.”
Vette burst into a fit of giggles. “Oh, my stars. That’s a little bigger than average, right?”
“Is that your question?” he asked stiffly.
“No, no. Just never figured you for a non-standard issue blaster.” She sniffed and tried to stop giggling. “Okay, okay. My question is: if you had unlimited credits, what would you do?”
“Buy a uniform for every week, upgrade my blaster, buy a new vibroknife, and upgrade the ship. I’d also stock the medical bay with enough supplies to last a few years,” he replied without hesitation.
“You are so boring.”
He took a drink from his glass.
“I would buy a new pair of blasters, the best looking armor money could buy, and then… I’d go on a vacation. I’d also buy all the Twi’lek artifacts I could find, but I do that already, so nothing would change on that end.”
“This has been highly informative,” Quinn said dryly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have an itinerary to finish.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she said as she stood up. “I can take a hint.”
“Past experience dictates otherwise.”
“Whatever. Keep the whiskey.”
He thought it strange that she left without so much as a fight. She never left without drinking at least three glasses and usually she was stumbling so much he felt it necessary to help her lest he be stuck tending to her injuries. And she left him the bottle. But now she was gone and he was confused.
And he was confused as to why he was confused.
I'll probably die if you group with me, but I'll go out with both lightsabers drawn stabbing someone in the face. Probably you, but it's cool. Forever Shenanigans!!
Quick Quinn Quotes
Ninety Seven Percent
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