In Command (#1 Post-Order 66 Series)

In Command - Part 6

Kriff. I'm going to have to get closer to him, she thought, her insides revolting.

She signaled a passing waiter droid to order drinks. "Well then, tell me all about it."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Oh Wen, you really are too much," she giggled loudly, leaning closer to him and placing her hand on his chest as his arm crept around the back of his chair.

"You have no idea, my dear," Wen slurred, downing the last of his fourth drink.

She leaned in closer to him as his fingers clamped onto her shoulder, allowing her head to rest on his shoulder a bit. She played up her intoxication, leaning closer. "You know, I never have this much fun with Lon. He's such a stiff."

"You know, I always wondered how you two wound up together. To be honest, it's an odd match," Wen commented.

"Wanna know a secret?" she giggled, and he leaned in. She put her lips inches from his ear, casually slipping her hand in his jacket pocket. He didn't move or tense as she slowly pulled the disk from his pocket, and just to be sure he was definitely distracted, she let her lips gently graze his ear as she whispered into it. "I haven't always...been faithful to just Lon." She grinned devilishly as she withdrew her hand from his jacket, gently tucking the disk into her pocket.

"Really?" the gleam in his eyes was incredibly lustful. It made her skin crawl.

She bit her lip suggestively and nodded.

"Tell me more," he prodded.

"I will," she said, leaning across the table to grab his empty glass, "as soon as I get us another round."

"Tease!" he called after her as she stood, walking towards the bar.

She turned, giving him a wink before walking towards the end of the bar the hooded figure sat at. She rested her elbows on the counter, flagging down the bartender. "Two more rounds for my friend and I, but make mine without liquor. I still have to walk home," she joked. The Rhodian behind the bar just grunted at her, taking their glasses to be refilled. "Well, I thought it was funny," she muttered, casting one more glance over her shoulder. Wen had his back to her, staring at one of the holovids playing in the corner. Keeping her eye on him, she withdrew the disk from her pocket and slid it onto Rex's lap at her side. She felt him reach down and take it, his fingers grazing hers.

"You know, you'd better be careful or he'll definitely get the wrong idea," Rex growled quietly from beneath the hood.

"Oh calm down. He's a drink or two from blacking out, and I'm not sure he's got the sense to stop before then."

A grunt emitted from beneath the hood, and she ignored it as the bartender came back with her drinks. "Back in a bit, so be ready," she whispered turning away from him. He didn't respond.

The cantina was starting to get a little bit crowded as Senna made her way back towards the table, weaving in between the patrons. When she finally could see the table again, her blood ran cold. Wen was frantically digging through his various pockets, turning them inside out and looking around near the table. Kriff.

Shifting the drinks to one hand, she reached into her pocket and clicked her comm on. Please be listening, Rex.

"Something wrong?" she asked, approaching the table and setting the drinks down.

"Erm...yes, so...I seem to have lost...KARK!" Wen was becoming more frantic.

"Can I help you find what you're looking for, Wen?" she asked.