On a Transport to Ord Mantell from Nar Shaddaa, Thursday...ish...

[myownface]

Damn, that had been some good juma juice. Sparkle couldn't remember the details of the night before, or, really, the bender that had led up to that, but he could definitely say without hesitation that it had been some pretty damn fine juma juice. And now... well... he was somewhere, anyhow. It was cozy, wherever he was, and it didn't have the same sort of funk that Nar Shaddaa did. Or that same glowing-right-through-the-eyelids amount of neon signage that Nar Shaddaa did, either. And either he'd fallen asleep last night in a sardine can, or he was surrounded by people who really liked to cuddle.

Okay. Sparkle was going to crack open an eye. Just one. And if he found out that he'd been taken captive by some crazy-assed space cop or something, he was going to kick Atton in the shin.

... Judging by the varying states of undress of the people of all manner of fancy species that he and Atton were surrounded by, he had most definitely not been arrested.

"Damn, that was some good juma juice."

Where was he exactly? Sparkle couldn't tell you. But he sure as hell wasn't complaining.

[OOC: NFB for distance! For that guy!]

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[suitably_heroic]

"Yeah," Atton agreed vehemently. Well, sort of. There was a definite hint d'hangover in that reaction.

"Yeah," he repeated, once he identified the things sprawled across his chest as some Twi'lek's lekku. Green? No, yellow. He opened one eye, and then the other.

"Yeah," he repeated, "damn."

In appreciation of said Twi'lek.

[myownface]

Sparkle glanced over Atton's way, not wanting to disturb the -- he wasn't sure what he was, but he was green and half-dressed and tattooed and he had one arm slung around Sparkle's middle, and that was good enough for him -- and he gave a soft whistle.

"I'm going to ask a stupid question," he warned, "because I haven't got a friggin' clue. But where are we and how did we wind up here?"

Because this was awesome, no matter how many bricks it felt like somebody had crammed into his skull.

[suitably_heroic]

"Either we got jobs after the fourth juma juice," Atton said slowly, "...or we snuck on board with these fine people and we run a small risk of being jettisoned out the airlock if anyone finds out we're here."

He turned his head towards Sparkle. "Not sure which one it is."

[myownface]

"... I can think of worse things to die for," Sparkle decided, after a moment's pause. "You, uh, tend to wake up with surprise employment often?"

Because Sparkle could pull off half his clothes and dance if people really wanted him to, but he could picture people actually hiring someone built a little more like Atton a little faster.

[suitably_heroic]

"Well, I deserted from my last job," Atton mused, stretching his arms above his head. "That was a surprise. But in reverse."

[myownface]

Sparkle briefly chewed on the prospect of asking Atton what his last job was, but decided, ultimately, that he wasn't exactly in a rush to get jettisoned out an airlock any sooner than he absolutely needed to be.

"Better off now?"

That seemed like a safer question, at least.

[suitably_heroic]

"Much."

On oh so many levels.

"Let's hope these beings have a better idea of where we're at," Atton added. "Airlocks are drafty."

[myownface]

"Yeah, and I'm a huge fan of breathing." A sleeping Chiss murmured something under his breath, and then nuzzled in against Sparkle's side a little more closely. "... And, frankly, I'm not in any rush to leave."

Could anyone blame him?

[suitably_heroic]

Atton and the gorgeous female Twi'lek snoring on his chest certainly couldn't.

"I think we did okay this trip," he mused. "Yeah. Good work. Shows scruffy-looking humans know what they're doing."

[myownface]

"Hey. Who's scruffy-looking?"

Sparkle, at least, still smelled the opposite of scruffy. There was no telling just how many directions his hair was sticking that it actually wasn't supposed to, until he could find a mirror, though.

"... Well, okay. Compared to everyone else in here, I guess we are pretty scruffy."

[suitably_heroic]

The Twi'lek was stirring a bit, but, well, you could tell she had a hangover.

"We have a lot more hair than they do," Atton agreed, patting the Twi'lek on the shoulder. "Well, except for the Chiss."

[myownface]

"I kind of want to play with his hair," Sparkle confided, looking at the sleeping blue man and grinning a little. "He's got nice hair. Which I guess is probably a requirement for the job, if you're going to be a dancer, huh? If you have hair, it's got to be good."

A beat, as Sparkle looked thoughtfully at Atton.

"Fuck. We're stowaways, aren't we?"

[suitably_heroic]

Atton gave the room they were in one more critical once-over. Rust, old cleaning droid, no beds...

"Yeah," he said. "Yeah, we're definitely stowaways."

[myownface]

"We, uh, didn't convince an entire contingent of dancers to stow away with us, did we?"

OH, OH COULD HE KEEP THEM, ATTON?

[suitably_heroic]

"...I don't know," Atton said, looking back at the sprawling Twi'lek... and her equally Twi'lek Rutian friend. "Ask them?"

[myownface]

Sparkle was silent for a moment as he considered that.

"... And wake them up?" There was cuddling, Atton. There were hot older guys, and they were cuddling him. "You think I'm crazy or something?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Hey, who knows, maybe if he wakes up, he wants to do more than snuggle," Atton said. "Though if he does, do me a favor and grab a towel or something. Privacy here."