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She gasps.
“You have to go talk to him!”
I open my mouth to protest, but she’s already tugging me to my feet.
Eight
Yarvok
Idon’t even know why I came out tonight. Oh yeah, to celebrate my newfound success.
Only, I don’t feel much like celebrating. I keep thinking that I’ve met the most fascinating woman, but now I have to leave in two weeks. And stay gone for six months.
No woman that amazing is going to wait around for six months. At least, it seems like an uphill battle. But I am Vakutan, and uphill battles are my pleasure.
The only thing is, I don’t know how to find her. Without a surname I’m shooting in the dark. I think part of the reason I came out was in the vain hope that I might run into her.
Then, as I survey the floor of the tavern, I see movement off to the side. I turn and see a gorgeous dark haired woman in a form fitting sleeve of a garment being pushed toward me by another human woman.
It’s Olivia. I can’t believe my luck. She takes a few stumbling steps, shoots a dirty look at whoever pushed her, and then turns a shy smile my way. She offers a little wave, which I take as an invitation to come and talk to her.
She approaches as well, and we meet near the bar.
“Hello, Olivia,” I say, struggling to be heard over the music. “You’re looking ravishing tonight.”
“Thank you,” she shouts back, her cheeks turning red. Or maybe it’s just the lighting in here. “I’m surprised to see you here. You seem more like a blue collar kind of guy.”
I frown.
“You mean I seem like an Ataxian flame kisser?”
“What? No…I mean you seem like this isn’t your scene.”
“I dream of an ignorant bean?”
She laughs and puts her hand on my shoulder for a moment. Just a moment, but the electric thrill that runs through me is primal and deep.
“It’s hard to understand each other because of the music. We should get a table.”
I glance around and find that none of the tables are open.
“I’ve got a better idea. Would you like to get out of here? I know another place with better music at more reasonable volumes.”
“Okay, sure.”
I turn to lead her out of the club. It only seems right and natural I offer my hand to her, so we don’t get separated in the dense crowd. She takes it after a moment’s consideration and my heart speeds up.
We step out into the cool night air, and instantly the oppressive music is gone. I lead her a short distance to an empty lot where there’s usually a party happening. Tonight is no exception. A group of local amateurs do a pretty decent rendition of rustic music on a stage formed of a hover sled that broke down and was left to rust.
“Would you like a drink?”
“Are you offering me some of the local libations? I was told not to trust those.”
“You were told correctly, but I know the secret of which ones are safe.”
“Well, looks like I’m in good hands, then.”
I smile and lead her over to the tap. I get us each a cup of the frothy ale offered. I hand one to her.
