Thank you, Mag!
Night on the Town
Methic pulled off his shirt and threw it in the corner. Vette hated it when he did that, but he was in a hurry. He'd risk her wrath; he was, after all, the
Wrath. He opened his closet and looked for something less Sith-y and more casual. He found a few shirts; a formal tunic
, but he hated wearing that, even to formal events. It itched. A lot. Then there was a less formal black jacket with red pinstripes down the sleeves, but he didn't think that was appropriate, either. Groaning, he pulled off his boots and threw them in the corner with his shirt.
This would require a total change of outfit. Running a hand through his long, straight hair, he groaned and looked again. He supposed he'd have to do something more Sith-y, after all. He finally decided to wear a red and gray shirt
with black pants and gray boots. He left his gloves and bracers on the bed along with his blue-bladed offhand lightsaber. He slid his main-hand lightsaber into the sheath hidden in his right sleeve.
"About time!" Vette groaned as he exited the bedroom.
She was wearing brown trousers and a white shirt with a tan vest over it. Methic wrapped an arm around her shoulder and gave her a kiss on the cheek. They entered the main hold together. Jaesa was wearing a different, more casual Jedi robe than she usually did -- no over-robe, just a blue-and-tan shirt and skirt
. Pierce was wearing a yellow shirt with a gray blaster-proof vest and brown bandolier over it
. Broonmark was wearing the same combat vest he always did, and appeared to be combing his fur. Looking for female Talz tonight, maybe. Quinn, surprisingly, had actually changed out of his high-collar Imperial officer uniform, but his outfit still looked combat-ready -- a gray form-fitting shirt that had an armpit holster
"Are we ready?" Methic asked.
* * *
With a reluctant breath, Methic entered the Nar Shaddaa cantina. Last time they'd been here, Quinn had been kidnapped by the Jedi Nomen Karr, and their day off had been ruined by a trip to Hoth to rescue Quinn, during which Karr had been killed.
But nothing happened as they passed through the Promenade, and Methic breathed a sigh of relief.
The night passed relatively uneventfully, except for the fact that halfway through Pierce passed out from too much drink, while Quinn and Jaesa excused themselves to find some time alone. Methic snuggled up next to Vette. Broonmark skulked off, probably to find more to eat.
"What a night," Methic said.
Vette nodded. "And totally boring."
"Let's never do it again."
"At least invite the Jedi or Darth Nox or someone who wants to kill you."
They kissed hard on the lips to seal it.