Stay with Grice and Addison

"I think I'll stay here and see how it goes with Grice."

Maxir offered a sly grin to Crik as he stood up with Kraton, "Good luck mate, don't do anything I wouldn't.", and with a friendly slap on the back he headed out. Kraton passed without a second glance.

After a moment Grice came over sat down next to him, "Hey, where have the other boys gone to".

"They wanted to pay a visit to some other place that Maxir likes." Crik replied, somewhat nervously as the memory of Grice's quick kiss earlier.

"Knowing Maxir, it'll involve half naked lifeforms in some way." she laughed, "look, I'm sorry if I was a bit presumptuous earlier, but I thought it would help you enjoy yourself more. As your friend, I care about you letting your hair down every once in a while."

"Thanks Grice, I appreciate that."

"Good", as she got back to her feet "lets dance some more.", taking his hand in hers, Grice led him back on to the crowded dance floor. Although his technique was as clumsy as before, Crik was definitely feeling less awkward and more relaxed as he danced next to Grice.

After a good few minutes of dancing beside each other, Grice called over to him "I'll be back in sec." and headed off toward the edge of the dance floor.

Left suddenly alone, Crik looked around and spotted Addison dancing by herself on the otherside of dancefloor. Heading across toward her, he noticed that she was attracting more than her fair share of covetous looks from the other patrons despite the fact that she wasn't paying them the slightest bit of attention. When she saw Crik walking toward her, Addison glided towards him and without a word she started to dance next him, earning him **** stares from the locals who had been eyeing her up.

After a few moment of dancing, one of the other patrons, a tall muscular human with broad shoulders, moved up behind Addison and started to dance close to her. "Hey baby, want me to show you a good time?" he called to her in a deep voice.

"No I don't." Addison replied icily, not even bothering to look at the man.

Clearly he was either not used to being rejected by women, or simply overconfident in his own ability to seduce, because the man tried again, "Come on babe, leave old skinny boy here and come have a drink with me."

"No, you can leave us now.", the reply came even icier than previously. Crik caught a dangerous look that flashed across Addison's face and realized, just before the man spoke again, that she was finished playing nice.

"Don't lie to me baby, I know how wet I make you." The man then attempted to pull Addison towards him with one hand and grope her with the other. Before Crik could react, Addison had already ellowed him right in the rig cage, causing him to release her from his grip at once. Then she quickly spun round and knocked his legs from under him, sending him over on to the dance floor in a heap.

"Scum like you never gets to touch me." Addison spat at the sprawled form that had attempted to seduce her. Ignoring the stares of the others around her, Addison turned back to Crik, fixed him with her piercing light blue eyes and said "Right then, let dance." The two of them then began dancing again but this time Addison was dancing much closer to Crik, so much so that every so often there bodies would rub together, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

After a disappointingly short time, Grice came over and waved them off the floor back to their table where there were six small glasses filled with an amber liquid. "Sorry for the delay, the ladies were very busy. Why is it, that in every ladies bathroom in any bar in the galaxy, its always so full."

"If every other bar has numbskulls like this one does, I'm not surprised. Only place you don't get bothered by them." replied Crik who exchanged a knowing look with Addison.

Grice looked quizzical for a moment before turning to the glasses on the table, "Anyway, six shots of Whyren's Reserve." She dealt the glasses out to the three of them before picking up one of hers and raising it aloft, "to the Imperial Navy." The other two echoed the toast before draining the Whiskey shot. Crik coughed slightly as the amber liquid burned his throat.

"Never drunk Whiskey before?" Addison smirked as Grice giggled at Crik's discomfort.

"Bit strong for me" stuttered Crik. Addison shugged and quickly downed her second shot.

"Go on Crik, take the second one. Don't be a wuss" encouraged Grice, picking up her own second shot and prepared to down it.

Crik took his own shot from the table, lifted it up to his mouth, and for a moment he was looking Grice directly in the eyes. Then he was coughing as the Whiskey made its way down. "Better head back to our hotel" yawned Grice, "this much drinking always makes me sleepy. Hey Addison, remember our last shore leave when poor Crik was stuck in sick bay with the Cardooine Chills."

"You mean the one where you fell asleep and knocked that Gamorrean's drink over?" Addison scoffed, "You wouldn't catch me doing that".

Sensing the tension building between the officers Crik interrupted, "Anyway, should we go then?"