Let's Head Out

Let's Head Out
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He smiled, thinking. "I suppose I'll have to be the one who does his bachelor party. That oughta be interesting."

"It could be a lot of fun, you just better request time off now so as not to have to worry about work." I stretched and looked around. Everything was so private and peacefully, I almost asked if we could stay another day. But it wouldn't be fair to Dante, he needed to get to a doctor sooner than later.
"I'll probably still be rehabbing, so time off might not be a problem," he replied. "But the logistics of arranging this will be a problem on crutches."
I stood up, "Well, we better get started so we can make it before it gets dark. We can catch a shuttle from Deeja Peak back to Moenia and pick up our stuff. We should be able to make it out of here by tomorrow morning hopefully. Unless you want to stay. I could stay with you for a day or two, but I have to get back to my post soon." I picked up the few remaining bags and headed for the car. We needed to get moving on our several hour drive as soon as possible.
"Stay with me where?" he said curiously. "Here? But you just finished cleaning the place up."

"I meant when we got back to civilization, back to where ever you were planning to have your leg care for. But like you said, your mom will take care of you and I wouldn't want to intrude on family time." I picked up and bag and put it in the speeder, then came back inside, "Anyways, you made enough of a splash on Good Morning Naboo that you being home might get some attention. No need to add to the drama or romantic intrigue." I really am not kidding when I say I prefer my life private, not public. I took two more bags out to the speeder then returned. "Ready to go?" I asked.

We got into the speeder and headed off. After about twenty minutes, Dante looked over at me, What did you mean by 'No need to add to the drama or romantic intrigue'?" he asked.

"I meant if I stayed with you at your parents, there would probably be a pretty good chance of people finding out. Your mom does work for the government, they are a gossipy group. If our peculiar luck continues, we'd wake up one day to see BB:N fans peering in the window. And with that small but persistent rumor about you and Dormé," I trailed off, giving him a teasing smile.

"Hey!" he warned with a mock frown. "I see your point. I would love to take you home with me, but that will have to wait for another day," he said.

"It's just that if I go back to Coruscant, it'll be very inconvenient. My girlfriend, unfortunately, is a very busy young lady. I might have to hire someone to help me out while I convalesce. That's the downside of being a bachelor. I might have to get a droid, or a maid, or call up a pretty Twi'lek dancer, or…" His voice trailed off and he had a grin on his face.

"Ha ha," I said humorlessly. "Have fun hanging out with your Twi'lek stalker.” Dante tried to get a word in, "I do not have a Twi'lek 'stalker,'" I interrupted. "If anyone has a stalker it's—"

“It's kind of unfair to be punished for working,” "Punished? How am I—" he tried to get in, but I was on a roll, “but if you're offering to let me quit work so that I can sit around all day doing nothing other than be at your beck and call while you work, I'd give that some thought." Yes, not a nice, kind thoughtful response, but why should he get one? The twi'lek statement wasn't very nice on his part, why even joke about having to constantly compete for his attention? If he wanted girls who would have a catfight over him, he could keep his twi'lek and maybe get some other girl from the Springer level of Coruscant. Needless to say, I was tired, my nerves a bit gone, and not in the mood to deal with any of that, even in joke form.

"Okay, OKAY, I'm sorry! Wow, you really can't take a joke today, can you? Disposing of Trandoshan bodies and incinerating speeders while freezing our butts off makes you cranky, I guess?" I said, trying to smooth over her ruffled feathers. "But what you just finished up with – you know, retiring from a dangerous profession and spending more time with me – is a great idea. I'm amazed – and happy – that you'd even consider it. I'm sure you're not serious, but do keep it in mind. It is an option."

I arched an eyebrow, some how I think he'd tire of me sitting around all day while he worked. Actually, I want to work, I just want to teach dance, which isn't very profitable, but still fun.

"We have lots of surveillance on that data deck," I said, gesturing to the deck on the back seat, "Now might be a good time to review it, just so we know what we have and what we don't before we leave the planet." Hopefully that would keep him busy and let me cool down a bit.
"Sure thing," he said, reaching into the back, retrieved the surviving deck and got to work. I think he was happy to have something to do other than sit next to a grumpy girl.

TBC