Penny was intending on going down to the beach again - either being younger gave her more energy, or it just made swimming more fun, but whichever it was, it didn't stop her from wanting to go. Her black tee-shirt was in her hand, it had gotten too hot to continue wearing over the bikini top the clothes box had given her; and she might've been close to skipping when she walked out the door of the compound when she stopped, and smiled slowly. This younger business? Yeah, she could get used to it. "Hi."
And so could Han. He returned her smile as his eyes clearly wandered and he too was glad for the heat. that black t-shirt covering that bikini would have been tragic. "Hi yourself." He said with his crooked grin as he stood up and wandered slowly over, hands in the pockets of the swim trunks he wore and nothing else. "You headin' to cool off?" He asked, imply he'd join her for company.
Penny may have been used to that sort of look, but it didn't stop her from enjoying them, or from looking back. "That's exactly where I'm heading," she said, her curls tossing as she tilted her head to one side and looked up, mouth still open in a smile that might've been on the suggestive side, and even though she'd already guessed at the answer, she asked, "Why, you wanna come?"
He could recognize the fact that he was getting as good as he got and it just made him grim brighter. Receptive fun was always the easiest and quicker to get at the chase. "I may just have too." He said with mock gallantry. "Can't let a pretty girl like you go off and swim alone. Who knows what might happen? Killer shark, prying eyes..." He smirked. "Might need some help." Suggestion have a blatant answer.
Violet had no idea what she was getting into when she walked through that door. She wasn't noticably changed, but the clothesbox had been giving her both coveralls and dresses that were tantamount to mumus as well as some of the prettiest dresses-
She'd dressed up, and was looking around to see if she knew anyone who was younger when she saw someone just... leaning, and she felt a lump in her throat because- Well. "H-Hello."
Oh a shy one. They were always fun because they took coaxing and charming and pretty words to make them blush. Oh Han was having way too much fun. He toned his normal smile down a little, though it still oozed with Solo charm. "Hey there. Niiice dress. The box certainly likes you." He said appreciatively as he came over, slowly so as not to startle her.
Violet blinked, her eyes wide. "I-" She looked down. "Thank you?" She turned in her dress, it flaring as she realised what she'd just done. "Sorry, I just... the clothesbox did decide that it likes me, today." She smiled, tucking her braid behind her ear. "I'm Violet. Violet Baudelaire."
He chuckled softly, still looking at her with kind eyes that he mastered from Chewie. "Wasn't a question and you don't have anything to be sorry for. Cept being pretty." He ducked his head dead for a moment with a cheeky grin before nodding to her. "The name's Han Solo. Pleasure's all mine Ms. Baudelaire."
Well, if it wasn't that fella who was makin' fun of Serenity, looking pretty gorram cocky now that he was twenty years younger or so. Jayne knew the feeling, but it didn't make him feel much friendlier. "Hey," he said, not very enthusiastically.
Han rolled his eyes and gave an upset snort as he saw not a pretty woman but an ugly mug. Great, Jayne, just who he didn't wanna see. "Are we really gonna go with the pretend pleasantries here?" He said in annoyance.
Jayne shrugged, not very interested in arguing with some cocky little smart-ass. "If you wanna start a fight, go ahead. I don't care either way." Actually, a fight sounded kinda fun, but he was really more in the mood for getting laid.
Han would have cringed if he knew he and Jayne were thinking along the same lines. As it was he just shrugged. "Fight? I ain't starting a fight, just speaking the true. You don't like me, I don't like you, why waste a nice day fighting? Too many pretty girls who need company...not that you'd know." He couldn't help himself.
Who was to say if Buffy was the first girl through, but she fancied herself the one of note, at least, as far as Han Solo was concerned. Because he looked like Harrison Ford universally, he wasn't hard to distunguish. Actually, now that she actually took a second on it, she didn't really fawn over him as Han Solo, anymore. Didn't even still think of him as fictional, though she also didn't know of her own identity crisis. He was just a guy who she knew very, very carnally.
He couldn't help but grin when he saw Buffy. He'd wanted a beautiful girl and here came his favorite on all the island. His smile brightened as she walked over. "Hey beautiful." He said with his cocky smile implying alot with those two words.
"Look at you," Buffy said, making her way over in what was somewhere between a saunter and a meander. But it looked good. "I'm afraid that I'll have to lock myself up if I try to touch you." Was it bad that she still wanted him? He had to have been jailbait...
Did it look good. Han's smile showed how much he thought so. Then he chuckled. "Hey now, I ain't that young. You say that about some five year old, then I'd worry. I'm the age every teenage boy experiments in any galaxy." He gave her a sly wink before pulling her close. "Wanna teach me a few things?"
The young guy leaning against the wall definitely looked like he was cruising for something--not that Wilson had anything to offer. In fact, he couldn't have offered the shirt off his back, since he wasn't wearing one. Appearing to be young seemed to have banished all modesty. As he stepped into the shadow, he realized that this had to be Han.
"Why do the rest of us even bother?" he asked dryly. "You're clearly the best looking guy on the island, and right now you look ready to pounce. Any likely targets?" Maybe he'd just stand there and make Han look cooler.
And Han didn't really want what Wilson had to offer anyway. Han Solo didn't swing that way at all. Period. Really. No he wasn't thinking about Luke thanks. He recognized the younger version of his friend and chuckled as the doc came over.
"I don't know, you tell me? Though, ya know, some girls find that brain stuff hot..."He had to stop himself from laughing, "Okay I'm kidding, your right." He nearly choked on his cocky grin. Then he nodded to the door. "Anything pretty that comes out that door. Maybe multiple ones. I ain't picky." So he was a little but so what. It sounded good. "And you should too. You ain't half bad this young. Would you get over your doc friend."
Wilson grinned. "Sure, when a gang of pretty girls walks by, we'll show them a good time, no matter how many there are.. " He thought about it for a second. "I wonder what Satine is up to. If we see her, remind me not to introduce her to you, she's... very hot. And French. You know what they say about French girls." Or maybe Han wouldn't know. "Is there a planet that produces incredibly good looking girls, all of whom seem to want to have sex all the time? France is the Earth equivalent of that planet."
Han gave him a look, of slightly disblief. If this Satine had had half the sex drive of a Twi'lek, he'd be damned impressed. There was a reason some actually enjoyed being the sex slaves of Hutts.
Then he just laughed and slapped Wilson on the back. "Exactly, my friend. Exactly."
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She'd dressed up, and was looking around to see if she knew anyone who was younger when she saw someone just... leaning, and she felt a lump in her throat because- Well. "H-Hello."
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She just smiled.
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"Why do the rest of us even bother?" he asked dryly. "You're clearly the best looking guy on the island, and right now you look ready to pounce. Any likely targets?" Maybe he'd just stand there and make Han look cooler.
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"I don't know, you tell me? Though, ya know, some girls find that brain stuff hot..."He had to stop himself from laughing, "Okay I'm kidding, your right." He nearly choked on his cocky grin. Then he nodded to the door. "Anything pretty that comes out that door. Maybe multiple ones. I ain't picky." So he was a little but so what. It sounded good. "And you should too. You ain't half bad this young. Would you get over your doc friend."
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Then he just laughed and slapped Wilson on the back. "Exactly, my friend. Exactly."
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