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The first thing Vokara felt, apart from her masterful hangover, was the hand on her stomach, warm and soft.
That hand shouldn't be there.
Vokara had been single for a while and had mourned the loss of men after her last relationship ended with her ex hitting her and trying to strangle her until a panicked neighbour knocked the door down to save her. Vokara had never been more grateful to Jocasta for having a baseball bat and a fire extinguisher, even refusing to take her money to fix her door with a hole in the shape of a professional fire extinguisher, and eventually giving a new bat as a gift to the woman who had become her friend.
And since Vokara could feel that there were no breasts pressed against her back, she was sure it was a man, you didn't need ten years of medical school for that.
More worryingly, she couldn't remember her evening from about two hours after she arrived at the party.
And she wasn't in her clothes. Clearly she wasn't in her little black dress, these clothes were much softer and looser than the short, tight-fitting outfit she'd worn on the way to Jo's book club party. Vokara would never see archivists and librarians in the same way again after that. And to think that Feemor, Jo's adopted son, had been the most reasonable, and he was the youngest... not all young people were hopeless.
And not all the old ones were blameless, as Vokara had proven herself by drinking more than what was reasonable. On the other hand... She was still puzzled that she had drunk to the point of having such a complete blackout, everything stopped at... who was that, a guy dancing with her and... and lights in the night... nothing, everything was blurry, dull and hard to make out in the few memories she had left.
Behind her, the body tensed before slowly going back, and the hand on her belly slowly slid under her top to disappear completely. He was awake. Curious, the Twi'lek turned her head and raised an eyebrow at the human's puzzled look.
- What was it?
- Nothing. Awake?
- Why, wasn't I supposed to?
The human rolled his eyes and straightened up, rubbing the back of his neck with a yawn before turning to her, his completely disheveled hair landing on his shoulders in a curly, tangled mess.
- Because you were in a not exactly conscious state last night. You were going to follow a guy home, but since you looked too drunk I stepped in. He didn't seem like your boyfriend. I took you home with me so nothing would happen to you.
- "I don't have a boyfriend," confirmed Vokara, sitting down. "What's that?"
This referred to the extra-large jumper she was wearing that wasn't hers, and the jogging trousers around her legs.
- Herm... I'm sorry, you threw up on the way, wait...
Vokara stood still as the human reached over her to grab a phone that was charging on a stand, he unplugged it and tapped the keypad before handing it to her.
- Here, I've been recording everything since last night so you can be reassured I didn't do anything.
That was... surprisingly thoughtful.
- Thank you.
- Oh, it's all right. I'm gonna go wash up, take a look at this. The code, is "sword" if the screen turn off. Lower case.
- Okay.
Perplexed, Vokara nevertheless waited for the man to come out of the room and lock himself in what was clearly a small bathroom and took advantage of the quiet to open the shutters slightly and look around. A small flat with lots of storage, very clean and organised, everything was in its place, even Vokara's shoes were perfectly aligned with the stranger's black dress shoes. Turning the screen back on and unlocking the phone with the password, the Twi'lek looked at herself with a very strange feeling as she was pulled from the arms of an unknown Twi'lek man by this hairy guy she recognized by his voice.
It was a movie, except it was the movie of her night. She was unable to walk upright and tried several times to kiss him, but he always turned his head away so that she could only put her lips on his cheek.
- "I hope you're not on drugs," he mumbled as they walked down a street.
- "Not on drugs," she replied slowly as if talking to a child.
- "Then you should drink less," he said.
- Two beers, not much...
She could imagine the frown at the hitch in their step recorded by the camera tucked into his shirt pocket.
Finally, he hummed thoughtfully. With a grimace, Vokara saw the moment when she vomited in a public toilet, she saw the man's effort to clean up the mess as best he could, she saw their entrance into the flat, she saw the man strip her down to her panties - she had not put a bra under her dress - and put her dress in a washing machine, she watched carefully as he respectfully and simply helped her clean herself with a flannel and put on warm clothes before he put her to bed.
She saw him put the phone down so that she was still being filmed and was able to speed up the film to see that he was indeed doing nothing but sleeping next to her.
She deleted the video as soon as she had finished it, nothing had happened, there was no point in keeping it.
The door behind her opened silently.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome. Anyone would have done the same.
- Clearly not the guy who was trying to take me with him. I am Vokara Che.
- Cin. Cin Drallig.
Despite her boredom with men, Vokara would wake up in Cin's arms again in the future, but this time she would know exactly how she got there.
And she would do it again.