Lillian grabbed Han by his vest, pulling him close. Tugging him down, she kissed sweetly, one could say lovingly. "Happy Valentine's day, handsome."
Lips met hers HAPPILY —— lingering for longer than necessary before pulling away. His arms swept around her, keeping her close as hazel orbs met her own. “You too, sweetheart.” INFAMOUS SMIRK, brow cocking in mischief, devious planning. “I know we said no presents, but I got’ya somethin’.”
It was like he was issuing a kriffing challenge right then and there. A challenge she was more than up for. Oh, if only she wasn’t on the clock. If she wasn’t in the middle of a job, she’d drag him by the hand back to her room. Take him up on that challenge and show him just how real this connection between them was. But, her contracts came first.
Watching him walk away, Lillian took in every inch of him.
No one had ever walked away from her before. She was both confused and impressed.
Remaining silent, she let him think he won. For the time being, of course. She couldn’t chase after him like she wanted to .. desperately.
She was about to snag another partner when she saw the understudy ( was that the right word? ) of one of her bounties come stalking in. Kriff. How did they know she’d be here? Without much thought, she walked in the same direction Han had ; slipping a spare room key into his back pocket. Making sure Han saw her, she walked past him and into the hallway ; knowing she was being followed by someone who wanted her dead.
“Hunter! Face me!“
Hearing that, Lillian froze. This wasn’t going to end well. Instead of listening, she kept walking ; trying to get free of the crowd as the understudy followed with clear intent to kill her in her eyes. Silently, she hoped Han would notice the key or notice she was doomed without a weapon.
His jaw jutted out a bit more than usual —— PRIDE. While the smuggler liked to believe he was ALWAYS right, he hardly ever won ; at least when it came to relationships … or whatever this thing was between them. Eyes ablaze, the infamous smirk curled his lips, the man practically s t r u t t i n g to the bar ( he really could be so easy to please ).
The light touch however made him pause — only briefly. He knew from experience to always create fluid movement, to not appear SURPRISED ( especially in the midst of the enemy. Anyone could be here ; a wanted man was never safe ). In a quick swipe he had the key in his hand, recognizing it instantly. At first, he thought it was a sign for the F U N ahead, but instead the stranger’s rumbling voice broke through the crowd.
Han kept his c o o l ——— as he always did. The unexpected was always expected. Golden orbs stole a peek at Lillian, && all he knew was that she had to get away, && SAFELY. The key back in his pocket, a calloused hand gripping a cool full glass of some fancy drink or other (it wasn’t his, the disapproving click of the tongue from it’s owner obvious).
An actor at heart, or at least one who could distract, the drink flew from his hand, drowning the bounty in cool drink. “Oh, sorry man.” A shrug, he stood directly in front of him, an attempt to block the way as Han continued to apologize in every way he could.
But no, nothing was ever simple.
The bounty pushed passed him, a growl parting his lips. He was determined, Han would give him that. A l o n g sigh —— he didn’t want to resort to this, even if it was a lot more FUN. Hands gripped the back of the other’s tee, pulling him back before Han landed a swift, hard punch to the guy’s face. That was one way to get noticed … certainly be every other bounty hunter in the room who wanted to fight.
Another stressful bounty had the hunter sulking alone in a run down cantina. She hadn’t expected the target to have back up, which was idiotic of her. Should’ve known better. Now she was sporting a massive bandage across her neck and was hardly able to speak a word. Hearing that familiar baritone, she turned her head briefly ; bandage barely visible under her curls. Turning her attention back to her glass of whiskey, Lillian raised it to her lips with one hand while the other waved at Han.
Another salacious remark began to fall from his lips ——her demeanor however worried him. Han paused, hazel orbs glazing over her features ( ones he knew quite well, if he said so himself ) to spot the bandage. He noticed the little things ; as a smuggler who wanted to LIVE, he had to. Dry lips curled into a thin line, anger pumping through him like the ichor in his veins.
Han knew he had no right to be angry —— p r o t e c t i v e , but that didn’t STOP him.
Whoever did this, would pay. He’d make sure of it. Missions went wrong, after all. The smuggler motioned to the bartender for another round, clearing his throat (how he wished he knew the right words to say). “Who did that ??&& don’t lie.”
He’d know the back of her head anywhere. Arms crossed in front of his chest as he meandered his way over. The smuggler remained silent, jaw clenched. Han knew better ; he should l e a v e , after all it wasn’t like he was sticking around this joint for long. Another ‘mission’ had come up. But no, his feet acted on their own, pushing him towards her before finally —— “Y’know, if we keep runnin’ into each other like this, I’m gonna think you’re FOLLOWIN’ me.” Words slick, brow cocked, he came up from behind Lillian, easily sliding into the barstool beside her.
Once she could no longer walk backwards, she spun on her heel ; curls fanning out as she moved. Tugging her cropped jacket, she missed the weight of her armor. She had to remove it all and leave them back at the wreck. Best to let who ever shot her down think she died on impact. Or at least died soon after in an attempt to get help.
Ignoring the smirk on the man’s lips, the bounty hunter kept walking. If she was careful enough, she could take him for all he had before they even reached the wreck. But then she’d have to go against his partner and she’d still be stuck. Besides, it wouldn’t kill her pride to get help this one time. At least, in theory it wouldn’t.
Lillian had to physically bite her tongue to keep from dragging him out loud. There was no way he was that damned busy. She wasn’t buying that line for a minute. At his question, she eyed him for a moment. Soot and grease dotted her face lightly ( most of it having been wiped away on her trek ), and evidence of lack of sleep displayed itself under her eyes.
“I wasn’t runnin’ from anyone.” A lie, but he didn’t need to know that. People ran from her, dammit. “Someone shot me down .. or tried to, anyway.” This was one messy breakup, that was for sure. “Hopefully he they think I’m dead.”
Brows knit at her STORY, not buying it for one second Oh, he knew what being on the run looked like ——— && she was a p r i m e example. He wanted to push her, to force her to tell the truth. Yet, for once, he remained silent, gaze instead focused on their surroundings ( making sure she didn’t try to pull anything funny).
He was too exhausted to fuss ; he may not have gotten into a wreck, but BOBA was not a guy he’d like to run into again. The dynamic duo just barely made it ( && he now owed another life debt to that fuzzball ,just as the other did him, they worked well that way ).
Hazel orbs settled on the back of her head, staring her down intently ; he kept his distance, yet kept in arms reach just in case he had to f i g h t back. He was one to judge off appearances (he had to make it his business), && she certainly looked the type.
Han was pushing it, he could tell by the pressure on his chest. But alas, he didn’t exactly care. He never did —— reckless && stubborn. “Well, then what’ya do to make ‘em WANT to KILL ya ?? Had to be bad, cause gettin’ rid of such a pretty one is a pity.” Smirk widened, arms crossing over strong torso.
Brows knit, ANNOYANCE twisting his features as hazel orbs scan over the dimly lit room, trying to decipher just whom she could be speaking of. “Champagne ?? We ain’t got a use for that ; cause if they really are here, we gotta get somethin’ s t r o n g e r than that.” He mutters, motioning to the bartender for another round of shots — anything would do.
meme i’m too lazy to tag but ofc accepting b/c i remember it was moulin rouge! one of my fav movies bye. || @incantatrx
“Yeah, yeah. That’s a nice thoughtn’all, but I could really use some CREDITS too.” A smirk flashed across his features, hinting at his poor taste in jest.
