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It's been a weird week.
Well, no -- in a lot of ways it's been the same as every other week for the past couple months: routine patrols, a couple days' excursion rooting out pirates in the Core, irritating Wedge during briefings (usually with Hobbie's assistance), trying to avoid Inyri the whole time...
It's just been a more awkward week than usual, because sex in a turbolift had not been on his to-do list. And had been a terrible idea. A really fun, really hot, terrible idea. Not least because Wedge and Tycho would kill him to death if they found out.
So when Jeran Harris appears out of nowhere -- on-planet to teach some classes, or so he says -- and suggests they grab some drinks to "catch up", Wes agrees. It can't be more awkward.
Inyri has not been brought up.
They're in a tapcaf, the Rogues' usual haunt, and it's all stories from Tierfon and which smashball teams aren't kriffing up too badly and maybe a little bit of flirting, just a little, because that's just what they both do. But not a word about Inyri -- not even a smirking comment from Harris -- because maybe they both know it wouldn't end well.
Wes leans over a little closer than needed (the music isn't that loud) to confirm Harris' drink order, then heads to get the next round. He doesn't pay much attention to anything between their table and the bar. If it's not more alcohol for him to drink, it's not important.
Well, no -- in a lot of ways it's been the same as every other week for the past couple months: routine patrols, a couple days' excursion rooting out pirates in the Core, irritating Wedge during briefings (usually with Hobbie's assistance), trying to avoid Inyri the whole time...
It's just been a more awkward week than usual, because sex in a turbolift had not been on his to-do list. And had been a terrible idea. A really fun, really hot, terrible idea. Not least because Wedge and Tycho would kill him to death if they found out.
So when Jeran Harris appears out of nowhere -- on-planet to teach some classes, or so he says -- and suggests they grab some drinks to "catch up", Wes agrees. It can't be more awkward.
Inyri has not been brought up.
They're in a tapcaf, the Rogues' usual haunt, and it's all stories from Tierfon and which smashball teams aren't kriffing up too badly and maybe a little bit of flirting, just a little, because that's just what they both do. But not a word about Inyri -- not even a smirking comment from Harris -- because maybe they both know it wouldn't end well.
Wes leans over a little closer than needed (the music isn't that loud) to confirm Harris' drink order, then heads to get the next round. He doesn't pay much attention to anything between their table and the bar. If it's not more alcohol for him to drink, it's not important.