[oom] New Republic stores
It's amazing how few squadrons ever seem to paint anything bright pink. Blue, sure; red, definitely; grey, well, you don't even need to ask for grey. There's black, there's green, there's even yellow -- but there is so very little--
"Pink."
"Yes." Wes grins brightly. "The brightest shade you've got. Just two or three tins, I think."
The New Republic stores worker gives Wes a cynical look and eyes the form he's been handed. "And why does Rogue Squadron need this again, sir?"
"It's very important and top secret," Wes says loftily. But then he lowers his voice and whispers to the young lieutenant, "I hear it's something to do with Wraith Squadron, though. Something involving Face Loran himself."
(Well, why not? he thinks. Wouldn't take too much persuasion to get Face involved, so it's not a terrible lie.)
"Oh -- the Face?"
Aha! An even better reaction than he'd hoped for. Looks like it wasn't just the girls who had those teenage crushes on the actor. Wes'll have to remember this guy's name for the future.
But for now, he nods very seriously, trying not to grin at the lieutenant's fanboyish expression. "The Face. If you can get this order -- that's three tins of bright pink paint, remember -- by tomorrow, I'm pretty sure there could be an autograph in it for you."
The young man looks slightly pained. "I don't know if I can get it by tomorrow, Major Janson. Pink's not a very common colour--"
"I'm sure you'll find a way. You seem a resourceful guy. Am I right?"
Hesitantly, "Maybe--"
"Great!" Wes pats the man's shoulder, ignoring his slight wince. "I'll drop by for them tomorrow afternoon -- remember, top secret!"
He grins again at the man's reluctant nod, and whistles to himself as he leaves.
"Pink."
"Yes." Wes grins brightly. "The brightest shade you've got. Just two or three tins, I think."
The New Republic stores worker gives Wes a cynical look and eyes the form he's been handed. "And why does Rogue Squadron need this again, sir?"
"It's very important and top secret," Wes says loftily. But then he lowers his voice and whispers to the young lieutenant, "I hear it's something to do with Wraith Squadron, though. Something involving Face Loran himself."
(Well, why not? he thinks. Wouldn't take too much persuasion to get Face involved, so it's not a terrible lie.)
"Oh -- the Face?"
Aha! An even better reaction than he'd hoped for. Looks like it wasn't just the girls who had those teenage crushes on the actor. Wes'll have to remember this guy's name for the future.
But for now, he nods very seriously, trying not to grin at the lieutenant's fanboyish expression. "The Face. If you can get this order -- that's three tins of bright pink paint, remember -- by tomorrow, I'm pretty sure there could be an autograph in it for you."
The young man looks slightly pained. "I don't know if I can get it by tomorrow, Major Janson. Pink's not a very common colour--"
"I'm sure you'll find a way. You seem a resourceful guy. Am I right?"
Hesitantly, "Maybe--"
"Great!" Wes pats the man's shoulder, ignoring his slight wince. "I'll drop by for them tomorrow afternoon -- remember, top secret!"
He grins again at the man's reluctant nod, and whistles to himself as he leaves.