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[fighter__pilot]

As much fun as Shalla's new Mickey Mouse-shaped datapad is, it's still full of boring reports. And so Shalla does what many of her fellow pilots do when faced with said boring reports. She falls asleep!

At least there's no Thyne to worry about.

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[puckishly]

Oh, Shalla! Dear Shalla. Puck has missed her so.

Perhaps that's why he siiiiiiidles over to where she lies and-- quite invisibly-- lets fall a little bit of love-in-idleness onto her eyelids.

Spread the love, baby.

[i_love_kettch]

Wes notices Shalla sleeping as he walks past. He continues on for a moment, then stops, sighs to himself, and turns around.

"Hey," he says, poking her shoulder to wake her up. (He knows this is dangerous and therefore stands at arm's length.) "Sleep upstairs. I know Thyne's dead, but it's still not a great idea to sleep here."

[fighter__pilot]

Shalla's eyes snap open, and she stares at Wes for a few moments. Long moments, where she takes in every detail of him.

Holy kriff, he's attractive.

"... hey."

[i_love_kettch]

"Uh, hey," he repeats, and waves to make sure she's really awake.

"So -- upstairs? Not entirely safe down here, after all."

[majorinyri]

Inyri stands over her and clucks her tongue. Sleeping downstairs isn't smart.

She drops into the armchair next to her and just watches her. Maybe she'll feel her gaze and wake up.

[fighter__pilot]

The clucking causes Shalla to stir lightly, but it's not a threatening sound.

So Shalla says, "Kriff you!" to waking up.

[majorinyri]

Inyri reaches over and skates her fingertips along Shalla's neck. Does THAT wake her up?

[fighter__pilot]

Shalla jerks awake, pushing Inyri's hand off her and grabbing her wrist tightly, other hand going to the other woman's neck.

She shakes her head rapidly to clear it, then lets her hands drop.

"Sorry."

[dr_sarcasm]

Someone call a doctor? Wait, what do you mean, NO?

Well, he's here anyway.

Ton Phanan strolls down the stairs and begins to head towards the bar, when he spies--a target! Sleeping fellow Wraiths are ideal for target practice, right? But what to throw?

He searches his pockets and comes up with a bantha keychain. He grins evilly. Perfect.

He takes aim... and lets fly.

[fighter__pilot]

The keychain hits Shalla square in the forehead, and she bolts upright, glancing around for her attacker.

When she spots Ton, she glares, then chucks it back at him.

(She can throw pretty damn hard.)

[dr_sarcasm]

Ton tries to duck, but he could no sooner duck the lasers she's glaring at him. The keychain hits him square in the ear.

"Ow! I didn't throw it half that hard!" Ton rubs his ear, standing back up and walking over. "Couldn't you have at least hit my good side?" He taps his prosthetic as he sits down across from her.

[fighter__pilot]

Shalla doesn't stop glaring. "Yes, but you woke me up. So we're even. And it wouldn't have hurt if I hit you on that side. Might have made a nice noise, though."