A Case of the Mondays

[General Dan]

"You're smuggler trash, Prent! You'll never be anything more than that!"

He at least stopped his forward movement at s'Il's insistence, instead looking past her with anger written across every inch of his expression.

[Sanis Prent]

"Get your hands off me, Cirr."

I looked up at him, my jaw set firmly.

[Loklorien s'Ilancy]

The Jedi knew exactly what had spurred this, and satisfied that Dan would stay where he was, she spun on her heel and closed the distance between herself and Sanis.

Like Cirr, there was annoyance stretching her mouth into a frown. The Lupine came to a stop inches from him, and the two stood toe to toe.

"Sanis, I can only help you to a certain point, but this -" an arm went out, gesturing at the blood on the deck and Dan's currently enraged glare, " - is coming dangerously close to that point."

[Sanis Prent]

I looked at her, looked at Cirr, and backed off until the felinoid let go of my shirt, and instead afforded me some distance.

"You want us to come together and be one happy family? That how you want it? I've got nothing to say to him."

I dabbed my gash gingerly, rubbing some fresh blood between two fingers.

"Party's getting stale anyways."

[Loklorien s'Ilancy]

Her frown deepened.

"Of course that's not what I want, but I would expect a small amount of decency to be exercised."

She stopped talking then, stepped back, and looked up to Cirr.

"You tell him."

And turning on her heel, she headed back to Dan.

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

Cirr's expression took on a softer look.

"She don't carre about the arrt, man. Pojint jin fact, she ljikes jit."

He shrugged a bit and shook his head.

[Loklorien s'Ilancy]

Dan looked a sight; fuming, bleeding from his nose, and as she got closer it was easy to see that he'd have a decent shiner. There was no telling how many more bruises would begin to make themselves known across the rest of his body. She pursed her lips, and reaching out the Lupine tried to prod him back a few more steps, hoping to use her momentum to turn him about with her.

"Come on. Let's go home," she urged quietly, adding "... I'll fix you up."

[General Dan]

Dan took steps with s'Il to disengage himself from the brawl, eyeing Prent the whole way.

"He ought to be drummed out of the Alliance, what a damn thug."

[Loklorien s'Ilancy]

Ignoring the comment, s'Il concerned herself with making sure the both of them made it off the flight deck without any other spark re-igniting the fire that had just been put out.

She tried to shush him, one hand on his arm and the other on his shoulder. His uniform jacket had come unbuttoned, and spots of blood stained the once crisp and clean fabric.

"Let it go."

[Sanis Prent]

I let Cirr lead me back to the shuttle. I had nothing else to do here. Point in fact, it seemed like a bad idea all around coming in the first place.

"Let's go. I'm tired of all this static."

Dabbing my gashed head with my sleeve, I boarded the Cat. I looked back, catching Lok's eye as I prepared to leave.

With a mock salute, I shook my head, and boarded the craft.

[Loklorien s'Ilancy]

A tired smile was her farewell to him as she and Dan passed through the blast doors. It was a smile however that, even despite the distance between them, conveyed a degree of amusement. Yes, she'd been flattered by his recently added artwork.

"But, his feigned salute and her smile only lasted until the blast doors closed, separating their line of sight.

With a long, drawn out sigh, s'Il stopped to inspect Dan more closely, her lips falling from their upturned corners into a concerned scowl. Her hands reached up to wipe wild grey hair from his eyes and face.

She stared at him, her look only deepening as she wiped at his bloody nose with the edge of her robe's sleeve like an ever-attentive mother.

"You're much too old to be picking fights with Sanis Prent."

[General Dan]

"I can take care of myself."

Dan shot back, at bad timing, as a particularly forceful wipe at his nose elicited a grimace.

"How you can abide that scoundrel, I'll never know. Did you see what he did?"

[Loklorien s'Ilancy]

"I did."

Beyond that she said nothing more for a few moments, wiping at the remainder of the blood on his cheek while brushing the front of his uniform. Whether his anger at Sanis' actions was an act or not, s'Il took from it a sense of satisfaction regardless, and the two once more set off down the corridor.

"You can't honestly tell me that you never did anything stupid for a woman."

[Sanis Prent]

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[General Dan]

"Is that what this is all about?"

He arched an eyebrow at her. It wouldn't surprise one bit him that Sanis had designs on Lok, but this was the first time she'd admitted it.

[Loklorien s'Ilancy]

"According to Cirr, he's angry about the last fight we had. Which I suppose makes sense. Still, it is rather flattering even if I'm not quite as... gifted... as what was painted."

A coy smile, and the Lupine looped her arm in his as they walked.

"Let it go, and rest easy in the knowledge that you sleep with the real thing every night."

Reaching up and over, s'Il buttoned up some of the upper clasps of his tunic that'd come loose in the fight.

"Besides. It's Monday, and you have almost an entire week to look forward to of walking about with a rather impressive black eye."

[General Dan]

Dan groaned.

"Great. Nothing like a shiner to start the week off right."

He put an arm around her shoulder.

"I still don't get you. You're a lot more forgiving about this than you ought to be."