The Stripper Pole Suite, The Arms Hotel, Sunday Morning

[jedigrammarians]

There had been a lot of drinking last night. A lot of drinking which had led to some great decisions.

And okay, Aphra might have gotten a little distracted when she'd seen these digs, which were awesome, but in the end Aphra had gotten a very up-close and personal look at those cybernetics. Amongst other things.

Awesome things.

Less awesome was the hangover.

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[badtasteinwomen]

You know what Tolvan didn't do? Drunken, criminal reprobates with possible revolutionary sympathies who'd already gotten her demoted once, regardless of how cute or awkwardly charming they were.

So she was just going to try and discreetly disentangle herself, and make a quick getaway despite the fact it was technically her room.

[jedigrammarians]

Sorry, Tolvan, but half-asleep Aphra was far more clingy than awake and self-sabotaging Aphra was.

"Nooooooo," she whined, wrapping herself around Tovlan, and burying her face against her shoulder. "Staaaaaaaaaaay."

Truly, a master seductress here.

[badtasteinwomen]

The only thing sadder than 'Flamingo's' attempt at seduction was that it worked.

Tolvan lay back down and wriggled around to face her. "You're the worst."