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    Michael's arm burned slightly from the coffee and rough scraping Ashira did to get the numbers off his arm. As the ladies left he rubbed his arm. "She spilled almost all my coffee." He mumbled, drinking what was left.

    "You sobering up?" Korban asked, offering him another full cup.

    "Getting there." Michael thanked the man and took the cup.

    "So what was all that about?" Korban took a seat across from him, with nothing else to do he might as well unravel the puzzle that lay before him. "Normally no one rushes to wash hot chick's numbers off someone."

    "It's..." He didn't really know what to say. Here he was, an Arturian in Yoran space. Flying with the Yoran princess no less and escorting her back home to marry his best friend's younger brother. And if he got in the way and let his heart dictate what he wanted he'd be branded a traitor. At best he'd get life in maximum prison if Cass put in a good word. Worst, and most likely scenario, death. "She's a great girl. Way out of my league."

    Korban scoffed. "Come on mate no one's out of your league as long as a connection is there. And there is one. I can tell. And don't give me that it's complicated crap."

    Michael sighed, drinking more coffee. "Oh but it is. Way waaaaay complicated."

    "Just do what I do, don't care about them." Michael raised an eyebrow at Korban. If only he knew the reality of Michael's situation. "But worry about that later. For now you gotta get yourself out of the hole you dug."

    Michael drained the cup, setting it on the table. "But I didn't do anything! They just wrote on my arm and I wasn't paying attention."

    "First rule of a relationship mate, It's always your fault." Korban chuckled at Michael's degected face. "So now you have to apologize. Maybe get her a gift? Remember; happy wife happy life." Korban laughed even harder as Michael's face flushed red. "Now I know that's not from the booze." Michael sighed again. "Oh what's the matter now?"

    "...She's kinda hard to shop for. Has pretty much everything." Michael rubbed his face in frustration. This was getting to much. Korban's comment put some images in his head, images of Ashira as his wife. Shaking his head he let out a frustrated sigh. "Most she wants is to just be treated normal. Like a regular girl. You know she's a rich type and always had to deal with being treated differently."

    Korban slapped his knee. "Well there you go mate. Take her out on a regular date. I know a sweet little spot down in the bazaar. Decent cheap drinks, maybe do a little window shopping in case a commoner trinket catches her eye. And just enjoy the tranquility. I'll take care of Harlow for ya."

    Michael scratched his chin. It had been a awhile since the two of them just talked. "I like it. Sure after we wrap this up you distract Harlow and we'll sneak off." The sound of the door opening caught Michael's attention. "Shh don't spoil it."

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    The card got the four women back onto the train with no problems and Sadie behaved not attempting to escape. When the door to the cabin shut she sat down across from Ashira staring at the princess. "What's wrong? Trouble in paradise with your Arthurian boyfriend?" Sadie said, leaning back a smug look on her face.

    "Prolly best not to go there." Harlow said, reading herself should she need to intervene between the two. They really did not need Ashira beating Sadie to a pulp on the train. They somehow were managing to make this far without causing a scene. Just a little further and they would be okay.

    Despite how upset she was Ashira caught on to Harlow's warning not just to Sadie but to her as well. "None of your damn business." She said, turning to the window and looking out again.

    "Shut it, we could gag you again." Lillian said, feeling for her charge. It had to be difficult always having to do what it was expected of you without thought of what you actually wanted. That was the life of a Princess duty and responsibility would always come first. She had been hard on Ashira reminding her of that but it would seem the princess knew her duty. It had to hurt though and Lillian knew that feeling sorry for the princess. She was sitting next to Ashira and lightly resting hand on her shoulder. The princess turned and looked at her bodyguard nodding a little and looking back out the window.

    The rest of the train ride was quiet with Sadie keeping her mouth shut. They headed back up to the loft finding Michael and Korban sitting on the sofa the Arthurian looking a little more sober. Korban slapped him on the shoulder and stood up walking across the room noticing both Lillian and Sadie. "So which of you will be keeping me company for a while?" He said, moving closer to Lillian and wrapping his arm around her, "Oh please say it is you."


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    "So tell me about yourself my friend." Korban switched gears for the conversation, making it seem like they weren't planning a date between Ashira and Michael.

    "Well as you know I'm a pornstar hence the whole issue with the girls earlier." Michael smirked, not looking over at the arrival of the others. "In my free time I like flying. I'm a good pilot."

    "What a coincidence. Harlow's a pretty mean pilot herself." Korban's eyes twinkled in mischief. "Maybe we can set the two of you up in a sim and have a go if you think you've got what it takes."

    Michael smirked. "That does sound fun." Last time they competed Michael pulled a pretty ballsy move to win, he doubted the same trick would work twice. But it'd all depend on what ship he got. For their practice match he had been given an older model ship so he had to use some creative techniques to catch her off guard. If they were on equal footing it would be a proper match, all coming down to skill.

    "So which of you will be keeping me company for a while?" Michael watched as Korban stood and cozied up to Lillian. "Oh please say it is you." For her part the bodyguard looked unimpressed. When he caught Lillian's eye she gave him a look, one he didn't want to see. That 'I know' look. So Michael broke eye contact and stood up, a little shaky but he was fine. Maybe not entirely sober but he was in control of his faculties now.

    "This is who you need to babysit." Harlow pushed Sadie forward. "We need to keep her from being seen for a few days. Three at most."

    While everyone was eyeing Sadie to see if she would do anything Michael tapped Ashira's shoulder. Giving Korban a nod he watched the man pull Lillian's gaze away from the two of them. Harlow was an unexpected aid to their scheme. “Getting kind close with her there Korban. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to warm her up for a threesome.” Lillian rounded on her, this distracted her and kept her attention of the princess and Michael.

    Michael leaned in and spoke lowly so no one heard them. "Lets go." Taking her hand he pulled her along and out of the VIP room. Once they were on the street Michael headed in the direction of the bazaar, thanks to directions provided by his unofficial wingman. "Been awhile since you've been out without supervision huh?" They had to stop just outside of the bazaar to let a caravan of hover trucks carrying something, they were covered on the back, pass. "I need to apologize. I shouldn't have let them distract me from you...um...you guys earlier." His face flushed red at his slip of the tongue. "So let me treat you to some down time. To let you be yourself. If you don't want to we can head back right now. There's a bar down the bazaar strip if you want."

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