shockboxing 401 (inquire by PM)

[Arya Ravenwing]

It had seemed like a good idea at the time.

Stress: at the time.

Now, in the middle of the shockboxing ring, Arya was losing her beer buzz. A sullustian was drooling out of the corner of his ill-shaped mouth, and taping the gloves around her wrists. Arya glared at him, and yanked her hands free as soon as she could.

The gloves were a good reason why this was a bad idea. For one, the smuggler was a dirty fighter. Gloves hindered several of her favorite attacks. Also it guaranteed that any hit scored on her body by her opponent would hurt. Even if it was just a glancing blow.

The harder the hit, the higher the shock, or so they said.

It was as hot as one of the seven hells in the ring, surrounded by yelling and screaming gamblers and the morbidly curious. The lights scorched the roped off area so it was nearly impossible to see who was actually watching.

Next time someone offers me money while I'm drinking, I'm saying no. Arya was outfitted in a pair of scruffy reptile skin pants that were tight in the thighs but loose around the ankles. The pants were comfortable and stretched with her body, so they would pose no hindrance to her movements. They'd taken her boots, which was almost more annoying than the gloves that were strangling her hands. She was wearing a tight white tank top, and the medallion that was always around her neck. She had refused to take it off, and had tucked it underneath her shirt.

Whatever happened to her because of it would just have to be accepted. It wasn't coming off.

She was tempted to slam her fists together to see what would happen, but then the very last vestige of her comfortable buzz disappeared as her opponent entered the ring between the ropes.

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

Cirr wasn't one to turn down an easy job. The purse on this fight was enough to fill the Layla's fuel reserves to the top. That alone was enough to sign up.

But looking at his opponent, Cirr was starting to have second thoughts. Whoever had booked this rumble was obviously some kind of sadist, or had a black sense of humor.

"Wajit, jI've got to fjight herr?"

Cirr shrugged in confusion as a Twi'lek secured his gloves on.

[Arya Ravenwing]

Arya staggered slightly sideways, imagining that the weight of her gloves was pulling her down. "I have to fight that!?"

She turned towards the ropes, and started looking for a way out. The sullustian pushed her back towards the middle of the ring. Arya threatened him with a fist, but he merely chuckled and ducked out of the ring.

The smuggler turned around and looked up into six feet, four inches of solid Cizerack muscle. My only hope is to flash him my boobs. Or offer him a side of bantha, fresh from the kill.

Shaking her head, Arya danced back on her heels, giving her five foot nine inch frame some room to work with, and nodded to the Cizerack. He looked a little confused, but game enough to fight her.

Some people outside the ring boo-ed, not wanting such a lopsided fight to happen. Ruined all the books, and made the operation look bad. Arya steeled herself for the beginning of the match...

..and the bell rang.

She threw a quick jab in at the Cizerack's abs, and then ducked away, hoping to avoid his reach. Luckily, shockboxing was still pretty much anything goes. She'd need more than luck, however.

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

"Oww."

Cirr winced at the suprise shot that zapped his gut. While he was still mulling over the ridiculousness of this fight, Arya had snuck one in on him. And it hurt. A lot more than the Cizerack had imagined.

Fortunately she didn't press her early gain. Cirr took two steps back, and his ears flipped flush against his mullet. Man, of all the ways to earn his keep, this was one of the weirdest.

Advancing, he tested the waters with a left jab, extended to the edge of his reach.

[Arya Ravenwing]

Her opponent seemed to be taking it slow, and she dodged to the side and backwards to avoid a left jab. Gloves up, she cursed whoever it was who'd thought up shockboxing, and threw a second right, following in with a left. She connected with neither, the Cizerack taking one from her playbook and evading the hits.

Oh there it comes. Aaron had thought poorly of shockboxing, although there was money enough in it. Couldn't see the point, and the chances of one being beaten to death in the ring was too high. Arya took a high body hit from the taller Cizerack, but suffered through the stunning electrical shock and countered with a left.

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

This time, he was ready for the hurt. The shock ripped through his upper right arm, causing nerves to scream. Cirr's arm cramped up on itself, and he reacted to it in an unorthodox way.

He hit Arya with a left backhand. There was nothing along the back of his shock gloves to deliver a jolt to Ravenwing. What he did deliver was unfiltered physical torque from his 265 pound frame. Strong even among the famously-strong Cizerack, Cirrsseeto could deliver a battleship broadside if he needed one.

The shot connected across Arya's upper torso, and immediately upon doing it, Cirr regretted it.

[Arya Ravenwing]

Arya felt the air pop out of her lungs as the Cizerack backhanded her in the chest. She completely lost her balance, falling backwards against the ropes and then down to the mat as she struggled to refill her lungs.

Her opponent again hesitated. Gasping for air, Arya lashed out with her feet, catching the alien just below the kneecap with her heel. If she'd had her boots on, her dren-kicking boots, his knee would have been broken. As it was, it just distracted him enough for her to be able to draw in a ragged breath of air. She could already feel her chest bruising up from the hit.

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

"Owww!"

Cirr hobbled away a few paces on his good leg, before hobbling back to kick the out-of-breath Arya in her rump for his trouble. He was getting irritated, and already in over his head.

Dammit, this was trouble he didn't need. Honestly, somebody could get killed here, and that somebody wasn't him. He needed to win this fight without having to try, or else this girl was gonna be a meat popsicle.

He reached down, plucked Arya up by the back of her neck, and held her at eye-level, which left the rest of Arya dangling in the air. He pulled her close to him, so that his lips practically rested on one of her ears.

"Stop suckjing ajirr and ljisten." He whispered pointedly. "Somebody 's got a sjick sense of humorr herre. We've got to end thjis fjight now."

[Arya Ravenwing]

"Gargh" Arya worked her jaw, trying to get rid of the tickle in her ear from the Cizerack's whispering. She couldn't understand what he was saying, but it sounded like he just wanted the fight to be over.

Only way for that to happen would be for one of them to be incapacitated to the point of not being able to continue. It didn't seem likely that she could knock out the big sucker, but then they didn't say 'the bigger they are, the harder they fall' for no reason. Plus, she could use the money.

She muttered, "Then knock me out gently," and kicked him square in the crotch. He released her in shock, and she hit him as hard as she could in the chest with her right glove as she fell back down to the ground.

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

"ggghhhhck....."

He'd scream if she didn't just sear his lungs. Instead, he rolled backwards into a pile of misery, tail twitching and flapping against the mat as he went fetal.

So much for Mr. Nice Guy...

As soon as he vomited from the world-bending pain, he was gonna make a pair of gloves out of her. That was just mean.

[Arya Ravenwing]

Rolling to her feet, Arya knew her only chance was to hit him while he was down. Mean, yes, but effective. She jumped on him, pounding him with body shots, hoping to be able to knock him out without having to hit him in the head.

Head shots were the ones that killed people. Well, could kill people.

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

She got in a couple of hits before Cirr reached saturation point. When he did, he grabbed her by each wrist, pushed her away, and held her there for a few seconds until the most acute pain subsided. With his opponent "de-pawed" in a sense, Cirr pulled her right hand up to his mouth, and bit down on the base of the glove, yanking it free with a tug of his head, and spitting it back in her face. He made short work of the second as well, repeating in the same fashion.

[Arya Ravenwing]

Arya roared as loudly as she could in his ears, and when he had her second glove off she lunged forward and smacked him in the nose with her forehead.

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

"Aieeee!"

Cirr shrieked, cupping his palms to fold his delicate ears over themselves. Compared with that, the sensation of getting his nose broken seemed almost like an afterthought.

He put both heels into Arya's midsection, taking her airborne with an unsophisticated double mule kick, and causing her to eat the cage upon impact.

Cirr sat upright, massaging his tender lobes and leaking crimson blood down his broad lips.

Well, at least she didn't have those damn gloves on anymore!

[Arya Ravenwing]

Arya coughed from where she'd fallen, and used a bit of time to tuck her medallion back into her bloodstained tank top. Staggering to her feet, she coughed again, and started circling the ring, keeping the Cizerack in the middle.

She had no idea what to do next, except to wait for him to make his next move.

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

Cirr worked himself to his knees, wiping away the wet blood with the back of his sleeve, as he worked his own shock gloves free from his hands. His nose was starting to swell, and he could feel the dull throbbing pain. It ached whenever he moved.

Tossing his gloves to the side, he planted a thick hand on the mat, hoisting himself up again. It hurt to stand. It hurt for just about anything. This little forrda ragamuffin was cheap, low, and mean. He'd never been a particuarly violent guy, but he was born with a body built for it. Now he didn't feel so bad about it all.

He turned his head, and spit red on the mat. Hardened claws began to slide out of their fleshy recesses in his fingertips.

[Arya Ravenwing]

Frell! How could she have forgotten about the claws?

She was dead. She was worse than dead, because she still had all the agony of death awaiting her.

He could probably smell the sudden odor of fear that she felt, but she refused to let it show. If she was going to die here, then she was going to make the bastard work for it.

Her arms were bare, but her legs were covered with the reptile skin pants. They wouldn't discourage Cizerack claws for long, but they were more protection than nothing. As he was on his knees in the middle of the ring, she rushed him from the side, looking to knee him in the head and kick him in the arm to keep his claws down.

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

This time, he was ready, and turned to face Arya's assault with his shoulder. He sprang up slightly, his shoulder meeting Arya at her thigh, putting a painfully sudden reversal of momentum on her as he tackled her to the mat. Gaining separation, he brought a sweeping swat to bear on her abdomen, peeling away the lower half of her top, and leaving four shallow lacerations in her defined stomach that welled with blood.

If that didn't persuade her enough, he dropped a vertical fist onto her forehead.

[Arya Ravenwing]

Arya saw stars as his fist connected, and pawed weakly at his arm as blackness leaked into her vision.

Hopefully he wouldn't eat her.

She passed out.

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

Her muscles went limp, and she relaxed under his weight. She'd given up the fight.

Cirr hadn't.

She'd gotten him so wound up, and set him off in such a way that he was almost boiling over. That, and the smell of fresh blood certainly wasn't helping the situation. She was utterly at his mercy, and he had half a mind to split her open and help himself to whatever was sweet inside.

He stopped, pinched his eyes shut, and willed his talons back into his fingertips. It was all in his head anyway.

After a moment, his Cizerack disposition abated, and he rolled onto his side, hurting all over once again, and watching Arya's unconcious figure as it lay motionless on the mat.

"Congrats buddy, you're the winner!" A voice snapped him out of his brief solace. Cirr blinked, and looked up at the Twi'lek promoter.

"Yeah." Cirr rolled over and sighed. After a few seconds, he sat back up, whining the entire way.

"Who jis she?" He gestured to Arya.

[Arya Ravenwing]

The twi'lek shrugged, "Some lowlife scum who was talking big over by the bar. But you, you are the winner."

A sullustian hurried up, grabbing Arya's arms and pulling them over her head to pull her to the side of the cage where she could be taken out and then dumped into the alley behind the building. No one liked a loser. The twi'lek continued, "However, since the fight was so obviously one-sided, everyone bet on you. Your winnings are rather slim."

Nervous, the alien patted the Cizerack on the back while he pondered how much 'rather slim' was, and dropped a coded credit chit onto his lap.

The twi'lek ran out of the cage, pushing past the men who were dragging the female's body out of the ring.

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

Cirr glanced down at the chit, and his face read like an open book.

"Oh come on!!!"

He shouted at the promoter, but he was already well out of throttling range. Cirr rose to his feet, winced, sighed, and tucked the chit into a pocket. The money, after mending his nose, would be enough to cover only a third of what he was expecting. Considering the hell he'd gone through to get it, this job was a real stinker.

He shambled out of the cage, ignoring the cheers and compliments from the rest of the bar denizens. Gathering up the rest of his gear, he left through the front door and slipped on his jacket. Though his body was sore and protesting, he had to take a walk. The sidewalk of the bar extended down the block.

As he passed the establishment, he caught a bit of motion in the corner of his eye. In the alleyway to his left, the Sullustian and his cronies dragged the girl's limp body and folded it up against the dumpster.

Cirr frowned, and watched the men finish up, and go back inside. He'd never even gotten her name, and now she'd been left out in the cold, battered and bleeding.

He stood there a moment, weighing it all in his head, before deciding he was a bigger idiot than he thought. Cirr went into the alleyway, and hefted Arya onto his shoulder.

[Arya Ravenwing]

It was cold.

Arya groaned, head aching like a bantha had sat on it, and opened her eyes. "F-frell m-ee." She clutched at the jacket that was underneath her, staring down at a waving tail and a moving ground.

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

"You'rre heavjierr than you look, you know."

Cirr favored the leg that she hadn't managed to kick, making sure to keep her weight under it as he walked to the nearest block corner.

"Keep stjill. jI'm gettjing a taxji."

The blood had dried on his nose and upper lip until it was a crusty maroon. His ears drooped low along with the rest of his body, it seemed. He was tired of it all.

[Arya Ravenwing]

They continued on in silence for a few moments, until the Cizerack stopped moving. Through her ringing ears Arya could hear speeders flying by.

Frell, she couldn't even remember what system she was in!

"I frellin' hate sullustians." She spat blood to the ground, and then tried to twist up so she could see what was going on.

She was unceremoniously dumped into a cab, and the Cizerack squished in next to her. Arya stared at him through wide eyes. "...are you going to eat me?"

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

"Well, jit's cheaperr than takeout."

He deadpanned to her, curling a corner of his mouth upward in a smile.

He tapped the droid cabbie on the shoulder, and gave an address for a starport. When the cab was in motion, Cirr leaned against the faux leather seat, removing a half-smoked cigar from his front jacket pocket. It half-disappeared into the corner of his mouth, and he lit the charred front end back up.

The city lights passed by in a carousel of neon blurs. Cirr leaned his head on his shoulder and let the smoke drift out of his half-opened mouth.

"jI neverr got yourr name back therre. Guess jit was bad tjimjing."

[Arya Ravenwing]

They'd left her jacket in the club. Seeing the Cizerack with a cigar reminded her of the cigarra's in the inside pocket of her jacket. Frelling dren-sucking sullustians! She shifted her weight and was rewarded by a firey sensation along her abdomen. Arya sucked in a breath between her teeth, and settled into stillness again.

"Ravenwing. Arya Ravenwi..." Stars were swimming around her vision again, and her head lolled backwards as unconsciousness took her again.

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

She'd taken a bad knock, and didn't need to pass out. If she had a concussion...

Cirr tilted her head so that her face turned toward his, and blew a mouthful of cigar smoke at her. Hopefully, it was enough to bring her back into the world of the living.

[Arya Ravenwing]

Her eyelids fluttered, and Arya coughed weakly at the smoke that had awakened her. She smiled at the figure that was holding her head up, not able to quite make out who it was.

"Aaron... I'm sorry... you told me... not to..." Her smile twisted as tears welled up in her eyes. "How did you get here?"

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

Aaron?!?

Cirr's brow raises in suprise. This lady was delirious.

"Hey. You rreally need to snap out of jit. C'mon. jIt's me. Rrememberr me?"

[Arya Ravenwing]

She focused on the voice, recognized it, and jerked fully conscious. "What the frell?!" Arya shoved herself as far away from him as possible, and ran into the side of the cab.

If she could have crawled up the side and clung to the ceiling, she might have. "Where - where are we going?"

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

"Unless you'rre makjing qujick wjith yourr addrress, we'rre gojing to my shjip. jIt's ejitherr that orr the alley wherre jI found you."

Cirr crossed his broad arms, a little indignant at Arya's reaction to him.

[Arya Ravenwing]

Her vision swam, and then - "Oh no.."

Arya clawed at the window, and then threw up on the floor of the cab.

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

Cirr closed his eyes, and his head flopped back against the headrest.

"Chai'airra'ja'ierralee."

It was a rare moment when he was so exasperated that he could only express it in the mother tongue.

At least she didn't get any on him. Unfortunately, it was plenty pungent enough. Cirr frantically worked at the window controls, getting them open.

"Ajirr, you need some ajirr."

[Arya Ravenwing]

She passed out, head first into his lap.

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

Cirr sighed, petting her matted hair, damp with sweat, and whatever else that he hesitated to ask. Of course, with her in an unconcious state and her head on his lap, he allowed a few seconds of deviant thought to pass through his mind, but quickly dismissed it into the ground clutter of his brain.

Remembering that he had to keep her in the land of the living, Cirr hoisted her up by her hair, squeezing just enough that it might be uncomfortable, and wake her up.

[Arya Ravenwing]

Arya groaned, and sat up, wiping at her mouth. Her tongue tasted like dren.

"Nice shiner." She gestured at his face, where the hit on his nose had bruised the skin around his eyes. "Thanks for not eating me."

The taxi stopped and Cirr paid the driver, who leered at them and then drove off. Arya shivered in her bloodstained and ripped tank top, leaning on Cirr with almost all of her weight. "Where is this? This isn't my ship.."

He took a step, and she clung to him to keep from falling.

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

"No, jit's mjine. Best place jI could thjink of forr us to get cleaned up and rrecoverr."

He slung an arm around her back, and under the crook of her armpit to heft the majority of her weight.

[Arya Ravenwing]

"Ow." They duck-stepped to the ship, and she shivered in the cool wind. "My frelling jacket is still in that club. Those krasst eating dren heads must have stolen it by now."

The Cizerack hustled her up the ramp, and she caught a spicy smell as the ramp closed up behind them. "Let me guess, dinner is ready, you just needed the meat?" It was a rhetorical question she hoped didn't need an honest answer.

Arya disengaged from his arm, and leaned wearily against a bulkhead. "Whatever you do, let me have a shower first."

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

Cirr sniffed at the air, and made a face. Whatever was cooking, wasn't his doing.

"Showerr?"

He asked as they passed into the middle deck compartment. He jerked his thumb toward the second door on the left.

"Shjip's head. The frresherr's heatjing element jis out. Mjight be a ljittle cold. Towels and cleanjing powderr arre jin the comparrtment to the left."

Cirr leaned against the wall opposite Arya and watched her. The acrid smell coming from the galley was obviously Sanis's cooking. Whether his human sidekick was still aboard or had stepped away, was anyone's guess.

[Arya Ravenwing]

She nodded comprehension, and stepped away from the bulkhead. Crossing her arms in front of her, Arya grabbed the edge of her tank top and pulled it over her head right before she disappeared into the doorway of the 'fresher.

The door closed. Water started running.

[James Prent]

James whistled down the passage, "See you caught yourself a live one, Cirr." Her head popped back into the galley.

"I made dinner! But there's only just enough for you an' Sanis an' me an' Daani, I dunno about your lady friend." Her voice floated around the corner from the kitchenette.

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

"jI'm not hungrry."

Cirr shuffled toward the voice, gingerly taking a seat on the couch in the galley, which elicited a sharp smart , generally over his entire body.

"Ohh!"

[James Prent]

James exclaimed loudly when Cirr sat on the couch, and was soon perched next to him with a cold pack from the medkit. "By the Emperor, what th' frell happened? Your... face!"

She handed over the cold pack, which Cirr took in his big hand.

James hopped back up, and grabbed the medkit. "I'm sure we've got some bacta dressings in here for your nose. I might need t' ... yep. Looks broken. I'll have t' straighten it out again."

[Arya Ravenwing]

Arya let the cool water wash over her body, and tried to wrap her mind around what had happened. She'd been drunk, and she remembered something about shockboxing with the Cizerack who now had her sealed up in his ship of death by devouring.

Dae was going to kill her.

The smuggler rubbed cleaning powder in her hair, lathering up and gingerly touching the enormous bruise on her chest. He'd packed one frell of a whallop.

She couldn't even remember what planet she was on.

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

"Oh no, no, that jisn't rreally NECESSARRY...ohhhh"

Cirr slumped against the cushions after James so kindly reset his schnozz. Remembering he had the cold pack, he placed it against his nose.

"Ow." He said in a nasally monotone.

"Tell Sanjis wheneverr he gets back, that jI'm neverr fjightjing forr money again, ok?"

[James Prent]

"Mmm hmm." James grimaced and washed her hands carefully in the kitchenette sink. "So how much did you win? And where did ya pick up the female?"

She gave the skillet on the heatspot a stir, and the meat inside got back to sizzling.

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

"Only one hundrred and fjifty."

Cirr shifted the ice pack around.

"The gjirrl was...my opponent."

His ears drooped lower than they already were.

[James Prent]

James let loose a string of expletives that would have made a Hutt shift uncomfortably. "Your what? You're frellin' kidding me. You're full of dren.

"Krasst, she was your opponent? You frelling look like dren warmed over, you ... you ..." James bent over the counter, and dissolved into giggles.

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

"Ughhh...."

Unable to take anymore beatings to his pride, Cirr squirmed off of the couch and walked toward his quarters.

[James Prent]

James waited a few minutes, then walked down to the refresher and knocked loudly.

There was no response. "Hello? You still in there?"

Still nothing. She tried the door, and it was locked from the inside. "Cirr!"

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

"Go away!"

Cirr crawled onto his mattress, pulling a pillow over his head.

[James Prent]

"Frelling baby." James sighed, and turned back to the refresher door. She tugged on the door again, and pounded on it. "Hello! Miss, you okay in there?"

The water wasn't running anymore, which was good, but the lack of response was bad. She turned to face up the hall again towards Cirr's quarters, "Cirr! If she's dead you have to clean up the mess!"

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

Cirr rolled off of his mattress and onto the floor, slowly hauling himself up to his feet as he shuffled out of his quarters again. He half-heartedly glowered at James before using his full momentum to shoulder-charge the door...

"OWWWW!!!"

He slumped to the ground, arm clasped around the business end of his offended shoulder. He yelled loudly at nobody.

"Marrcus! Djid you engage the magnetjic jinterrlocks???"

[Marcus v4]

"Of course, Cirrsseeto."

A wall hatch near the door opened to reveal one of the small droid modules.

"After all, there are ladies present. It is the decent thing to do."

[James Prent]

"Unlock it!" James shook a threatening finger at the little droid. "She's probably dead by now, and there's no way I'm cleaning that up."

[Marcus v4]

"Of course Miss James. Give me one moment."

The interlocks released with a muffled thump, and the door popped back and slid to the side.

[James Prent]

James peeked in. "Oh gods. Cirr, you're on your own."

[Arya Ravenwing]

Arya had collapsed on the floor of the shower, laying in an uncomfortable position. Thankfully, she'd managed to turn the water off before passing out again.

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

"Me?!"

Cirr's ears perked up James, and his eyes went wide.

"Why me? jI don't know what to do. And jif she wakes up?!?"

[James Prent]

"If she doesn't wake up should be the bigger concern. Just... get her clothes on her an' get her out of th' ship."

James danced a little jig, "And hurry, I hafta use the 'fresher."

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

Cirr made a worried/pleading face to James, who wasn't having any of it. He moped into the fresher, examining Arya's unkept pile of clothes and wondering exactly how he was going to do this. After a few seconds of consideration, the panties would be first.

He grabbed elastic on either side, propped Arya's legs up on his knee, and paused to sniff her underoos as if he were on automatic pilot.

[James Prent]

James groaned, "Good gods, Cirr, just pull her out of there first. Or I'm going to pee with you in here!"

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

With a throaty growl, Cirr tucked the rest of her clothes under an arm, scooping her body up with an arm under the knees and another cradling her shoulders and neck. He eased her out of the refresher, shooting James an irritated face.

Now what?

He took her to the second most private spot on the ship he could think of - his room.

[James Prent]

James hopped into the refresher and closed the door behind her.

[Arya Ravenwing]

Arya came to, slowly, and found herself being propped up awkwardly as the Cizerack was pulling her shirt off. She yelled and scrambled backwards, noting he'd already pulled her pants off leaving her with only her underwear on.

"Frell!" She scrambled to pull her tank top on all the way, and looked hurriedly for her pants.

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

"Oh no..."

Cirr just slumped in the nearest corner of his quarters. He'd been a victim of circumstance, just as he'd predicted.

He tucked his knees up, interlaced his arms underneath them, and folded his ears over his eyes, in a futile attempt to simply disappear.

[Arya Ravenwing]

Arya pulled her pants on, and glared at the Cizerack before stalking out the door and running out of the ship.

Frell if she ever shockboxed again.

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

"Hey! Wajit!"

There was still the small issue of her concussion. Why Cirr cared anymore though, was beyond any comprehension.

[Arya Ravenwing]

She waved him off, walking barefoot across the duracrete. "Look, thanks for getting me out of the ring and all, but really I think I'll be going. Have to get my jacket and my boots back."

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

"What you have to do jis get to a doctorr. You've got a concussjion ai'jeenda, and you've alrready nodded off twjice on me. You need pajin pjills, and somethjing to drrjink wjith pep."

Cirr didn't bother to chase down the gangplank. Instead, he inabited the threshold of the freighter's hatch, leaning uncomfortably against the door's frame.

[Arya Ravenwing]

"Maybe you should have thought about that before -" She paused, thinking back on the events of the evening. She'd taken off her clothes to take a shower. So why would he have been taking them off, too?

"Anyway, look, thanks for everything, just tell me what planet I'm on."

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

"Oorrd Cestus, jI thjink."

Cirr shifted his weight to his other foot, and crossed his arms.

[Arya Ravenwing]

She mulled that over in her head for a moment. "Oh."

Frell. That meant she had a pick up in the morning. If she missed it, Dae would skin her alive. Or, try to, at least.

Arya turned away and stumbled into the dawn, cursing her bare feet.

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

"Hey..."

Cirr called out to her, but this time without the urgency. It was her choice to leave, even if she was braindead for doing it.

"...you know, jit wasn't my jidea forr everrythjing to end up ljike thjis."

He was trying to apologize. Not on behalf of himself, but on behalf of the entire evening in general. It had really dumped on both of them something fierce.

[Arya Ravenwing]

She waved down a taxi, and turned back to Cirr. "Yeah I know. Once I get my blaster back I'm killing that fight promoter." Arya got into the cab.

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

Cirr allowed a half smile.

"You do that.

What's yourr name?"

[Arya Ravenwing]

"Arya." The smuggler called out the window.

She pounded on the back of the seat in front of her. "C'mon guy, get a move on. I need a trip to the nearest medical facility."

[Cirrsseeto Quez]

"Maybe jI'll see you laterr, Arrya."

Cirr spoke, unsure if he was even audible to her. He gave a small wave which she may or may not have seen, and returned back to the ship. He made his way back to his quarters, and fell onto his mattress, tucking a pillow under one of his arms.