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Red Skies At Night, Old Rebels Unite.

[member="Delila Castillon"]

The "tough girl" couldn't hide the fact she'd been crying. The red-rimmed eyes and tear streaked cheeks plus the sniffles gave Delila away, but Dirks didn't make a smart ass comment about it; something he might have done in his brash flyboy days. Instead, the Rendili just smiled and pushed the button to close the turbolift doors a little faster leaving them alone in the lift.

"What actually would be more funny is that we have adjourning rooms," Hutch said, shaking his head with a chuckle as he pulled his key card from his pocket and flashed it to her. The number 912 showing. The number on key card in her hand read 910. Even numbered rooms were on the same side.

"How ironic, huh? Don't worry, Red… I don't snore so you shouldn't hear a thing, though sleep walking I did do as a child."
 
Of course galactic fate stuck here in a room with walls shared by [member="Dirks Hutchinson"] . The Force at work? Doubtful. More like discounted business rates and booking at nearly the same time. At least he hadn't said anything about her crying. If he did, Delila wasn't sure what she would do. Emotions weren't exactly her strong suit. They tended to complicate things, cause pain and generally gum up the 'works' as she put it.


"Sleep walk? I'll be sure to lock my door to keep any wanderers at bay."


Delila watched the numbers tick up, leaning against the wall of the turbolift.


"Sorry about your dinner. I owe you one. In fact, you can have whatever is in my mini-fridge." Everything was on the corporate account. She planned to go nuts, why not share the wealth? "There is still plenty of beer in there. Some candy left too, surprisingly I haven't eaten it all yet. I must be maturing."


The last sentence was said a little dry, a slight shake of her head. The turbolift dinged and the doors opened, letting them out on the ninth floor.
 
[member="Delila Castillon"]

Dirks hand waived her apology away. "No worries, Red. I didn't handle the situation the best either. We're square," he replied just before they reached their destination; the 9th floor.

The Rendili waited for Delila to exit first being a gentleman and all, plus he never wasted a chance to check out Dell's nice behind (Yep, still nice!), then followed the woman down the hallway to where the doors to their rooms were recessed back from the corridor side by side.

"Tell you what… How about we combine our two mini-fridges and watch a movie, maybe a comedy?" the tall, dark, and handsome smiled as he leaned against the wall casually. "I could sure use a good laugh. I bet you could too. What do ya say, hmm?"
 
[member="Dirks Hutchinson"]



At least Dirks didn't make a giant fuss over her outburst. Most likely the flyboy just chalked it up to PMS or some other womanly problem. Or perhaps he got yelled at by women, a high possibility in Dell's mind. She didn't dare speak it aloud though, because no doubt the wannabe beach bum would take the yelling comment and turn it upside down.


"Sounds great. Give me a minute to assemble everything. Meet you back in your room."


Sliding the keycard into the door, Delila disappeared. Once inside, she stripped off the pillowcases from her bed. One got filled with all the unhealthy snacks - chocolate, salty bags of goodness, snack cakes and the like. The other pillowcase got the beer and liquor, along with a few of the water bottles. No need to wake up dehydrated with a hangover.


Not wanting to go over so formally, Dells changed into her pajamas, pulling her hair into a messy bun. Digging through her bag, she quickly found her glasses. Delila didn't normally need them for much beyond reading and staring at datapad screens. After a long day out on a hot, tropical island her eyes felt heavy and tired. Best to err on the side of caution instead of squinting the entire time.


Picking up her pillowcases of loot, Delila left her room and padded over barefoot(with bloody red toenails) to Dirk's door. A quick knock let the flyboy know she had arrived.


"Hey, let me in."
 
[member="Delila Castillon"]

He nodded with a sweet smile, "See you then." then slid his own key card into the door and went inside the adjacent room.

Dirks slipped off his shoes and socks as the beach bum preferred to pad around on the carpeted floor with bare feet. He lost his shirt, tossing it on the back of a nearby chair, though kept on the white tank that he usually wore underneath. Pants also stayed on as the Rendili's normal sleep attire wouldn't be appropriate for a movie date, well at least at this juncture, though the belt did came off making his look very casual and laid back.

A quick knock on the door and Red's gruff yet feminine voice brought a grin to Dirks' face as the Rendili put the hand towel back on the rack in the fresher after washing his hands. Showtime!

The tall, dark, and handsome did a bit of a double take though when he opened the door. This was a side of Dells he'd never seen before…

"Wow, Red… You sure make comfy look good. Come on in," he greeted, then offloaded the redhead of the pillow cases holding the goods from her room. "Why don't you check out what holovids are available on the Pay Per View, and choose one."
 
[member="Dirks Hutchinson"]



"Word of advice since you're new to this entire travelling for work thing, get comfortable pajamas. It does make a difference after a long day of headaches."


Not wanting to get the beverages too warm, Delila managed to stuff most of them into the little unit in Dirk's room. Two ales were left out for their consumption, although Dells was fairly certain a good bit of the alcohol would be good in a short period of time. As for the snacks, those were certainly best kept close at hand.


Sitting crosslegged on one side of the bed, Dells started to flip through what was available.


"Inferno : River of Blood, Firestorm, All About Obi, Yesterworld, Once Great Republic..."


Voice trailed off as she read. The glasses were already coming in handy tonight.


"The Darkest Hour , a story of the vice chancellors daughter being taken for ransom, the only group in the 'verse able to stop the intergalactic pirates belong to a mysterious and controversial Republic military group...." Delila shrugged her shoulders and hit the 'buy' button. At least the movie sounded decent.


Nothing to do now but to crack open a candy bar and relax.
 
[member="Delila Castillon"]

"I'll take that under advisement, Red," Hutch replied, watching the redhead bend over to put the drinks away in his hotel room's mini-cooling unit. He just sighed to himself. This was going to be interesting… either this night was going to fun or painful. Dells really didn't have a middle gear it seemed. The former flyboy was totally hoping for the fun because he didn't want to fight with her anymore. It was time to move on from their haunted pasts.

Dirks grabbed his ale and a bag of nacho cheese corn chips, then sat down on the other side of the queen-sized bed with his back propped up on several pillows -some taken from the other bed in the room, with his long and muscled legs extended down the length of the bed and crossed at the ankles casually.

"Well I don't think your choice will make us laugh much, but the story premise seems pretty good. Why don't you get more comfortable. I promise I won't bite… much," the Rendili said, then shrugged flashing a lop-side grin. "What?! I like those kind of candy bars. Share?" he smiled, holding up his bag of chips in an offering.
 
"Laughing not too much but it should be engaging."



Delila almost opened her mouth to argue she was comfortable sitting cross-legged on the bed. However, she wasn't in the mood to bicker with [member="Dirks Hutchinson"] . He could be infuriating to her at times. Probably part of the reason why she blew up earlier. Underlying stress plus cocky ex-flyboys didn't always mix. To avoid any trouble a pillow went against the headboard and her back followed.


She was now half-sitting, half-laying next to Dirks. At least it was the perfect position to share candy and snacks in. Since the candy bar was the type one could break apart, Dells easily snapped it into two equal portions, handing one over to Dirks.


Dells adjusted her glasses before taking a chip. It looked like the opening credits were about to start after a short advertisement from the pay-per-view company. Everyone had to have a slice of the pie she supposed.


"Don't bite much? I've heard otherwise." A small smirk played on her lips, eyes still trained on the holovision. "Do you plan on being here long? I want to know how many free movie nights I have ahead of me."
 
[member="Delila Castillon"]

Dirks took his half of the chocolate bar, nodding a thanks, then wolfed it down followed by a hearty swig from his ale bottle. The thing was he couldn't get over Dells letting this happen after her outburst before. Women were strange sometimes, but the Rendili wasn't going to complain because at least the man had company tonight on a strange world that hopefully wouldn't kill him in his sleep… That is if the former flyboy slept.

"My schedule is flexible really. I guess it all depends on what the circumstances are and if the need arises for me to stay on past a couple of days… And who said movie nights were going be in my room all the time. I happen to like variety," Hutch quipped lightly, leaving that last part out there for thought.

"So how about you, Red. What are your plans, hmm?" he asked, then crunched on a chip just as the movie was beginning.
 
[member="Dirks Hutchinson"]



"Movie nights are in your room because I don't want crumbs on my bed."


Partially true. Plus, it was easier to excuse herself and leave if movie night as it was wasn't held in her room. That would be a bit trapping, especially since it looked like Delila was going to be here for a little while longer. The movie started and she finally cracked her ale, taking a long swig before answering.



"According to RMC, it looks like we may be here for two more weeks or so. Another fun two weeks standing on that island in the heat. I'm going to turn into one giant freckle by the time this job is over with."
 
"Who said we'd be eating there," he grinned, then took a nice long sip of his ale.

Hutch got up off the bed and went over to the mini fridge. The Rendili grabbed a few of the little bottles of hard liquor, then walked back and sat down.

"How about every time someone dies in this thriller, we each take a shot. We should be drunk in no time knowing how these plots go," he chuckled, then handed over two bottles of whiskey to Dells.

"Well I don't envy you being stuck out in the hot sun for hours on end running security. I just got done with a detail of that sort on a desert planet. We had sand worms to deal with too. Though seriously, if I can help you get by these next couple of days and make things bearable I will… "

And right off the bat, two people were killed in the opening scene as the kidnapping of the main character in the movie happened.

"Bottoms up!" he smirked, then downed the first bottle as it contained two shots.

[member="Delila Castillon"]
 
[member="Dirks Hutchinson"]



Delila looked over the little bottles of liquor. There wasn't enough there to get a small rodent drunk, let alone both Rebels. Maybe a shot and a half in each bottle, it was hard to tell. Perhaps Dirks was counting on the ale interacting with their hard liquor. Either way, roughly a shot of the stuff went down the hatch. Not quite smooth , this wasn't exactly top-shelf booze.


"Sand worms? Sounds like a special type of hell. Glad you had some fun with that."


Her second shot went down with a swish of alcohol left in her little container. She looked over to Dirks with a raised eyebrow as a shootout scene was taking place. Speeders high above Coruscant or some non-sense.


"Good thing these are small. I can't be getting drunk, work in the morning. Besides, my bet is that 3/4ths of this movie dies out before we even reach the half-way scene. Maybe I shouldn't be drinking at all. My liver is a minor child after all."
 
"Well the whole point of this is to relax and have a good time… Get us past the stress and boredom of our day to day lives. I for one am going to do just that one way or another, and you're welcome to partake or not. Your choice, Red," Hutch replied with a waggle of his dark brows before the bottle of ale touched his lips and the rest of his brew went down the hatch.

Dells either neither to let go or not. He wasn't going to force her, but what she needed was a good ol' fashion attitude adjustment… for the sanity of the galaxy, and for herself. Just saying.

[member="Delila Castillon"]
 
[member="Dirks Hutchinson"]



Boredom of daily life?



Delila mentally snorted. His life may be boring, but....well, hers kinda was now. At one time it had been extremely exciting. Wasn't that youth though? Is this what 'old-age' consisted of? If so maybe it was best to bite the blaster bolt now....if one followed her drift. Gaze avoided Dirks, studying her ale bottle as if it was some life shattering invention.



Another person died on screen, blown up by a booby-trapped blast door. Tough way to go.



"One more down. Drink up."
 

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