" That was the wrong thing to say. Sean could practically feel the hate now focused at him. Those in old Federation uniforms had daggers in their eyes... Those in Rebel garb looked away, ashamed. Kine's hand was now on his side arm. Sean started again."I left the Guard because I was tired of the killing. Tired of following orders I didn't believe in. I do not want to start my new life drenched in blood." He looked around. "We can't accept this!" HA!" The smirking girl stood. "WE," she pointed. It was almost guaranteed that it would end up badly for one or both parties involved. During one slightly long Friday afternoon happy hour, and after the third margarita, an idea sort of formed in her brain. At first, she shook it off as a ridiculous product of too much alcohol. However, it just wouldn’t go away. The tequila based concoctions, coupled with watching 20-something men walking around in the bar inevitably guide the conversation towards sex. Suddenly, without thinking about it, the. If you raise your eyes, this meeting will be over. Clear?" A voice, clearly used to command, barked at him in response."Perfectly ma'am." Paul's nervousness increased as he imagined all sorts of horrors once that door had opened. He heard the catch click and the handle began to turn. Hurriedly, Paul stared at his shoes noting, distractedly, that he really needed new ones."Very good start. What is your name?" a female voice enquired."Paul ma'am." Come in. Once the door is closed, you are to. Once again encasing his helmet in a storage facility on the bike, he followed me to the hotel. En route he introduced himself as Dirk, to which I replied that my name was Andy. Entering the lobby I asked what I could buy him to drink, to which he answered, “Nothing thanks… lets go to you room, I need to fuck.” Shrugging with a shit-faced grin, I led the way to my room. After I closed the door behind us, I tried to strike up a conversation with Dirk. He was having none of that, however, and.