<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/55/83/d8/5583d8287dc20d30cf2e8c3b4d048177.jpg)</div>"Call me Shae," she half-mumbled. "No one can pronounce the whole thing right, anyway-" She trailed off as she realized she was talking to a bunch of retreating backs.  "Something I said?"<br/><br/>Craning her neck to look at the big Hunter she was half-cuddled against, she gave him a lopsided grin. "Don't get ideas, spacer. You just had the largest empty lap. You'd seen enough of this place, you wouldn't put your butt on these chairs, either." Not that she made any immediate move to get off him- in fact, she picked up the glass he had poured for her, sniffed it, tossed it back. "Ahhhh. OK, then. I've got  one little gig bag, in a locker downstairs here. Assumin' the bartender ain't stolen it. Let me go grab it before it grows legs, then you can show me where we're parked."<br/><br/>It took her two tries to stand up- and she couldn't even blame Nyx for being ungentlemanly enough to try to hold on to her. The floor seemed to be made out of bed gel or something, kept shifting under her feet. "Oh, Void, am I gonna have a head tomorrow."  That prospect didn't seem to bother her, either. Three steps along, she looked back at the Mando. "Comin'? Or you gonna wait and see if you get glued to that bench?"<br/>