The bed was soft, and warm. Like a gentle embrace of safety. Param kept her eyes closed, tucking her face into the covers. Everything was peaceful and calm and what the hell is that pain in her head? Her silver eyes shot open as she bolted upright. Where was she? How was she? Along with the throbbing in her head, came memories of the previous night. The cruise liner, the strange plants that the massive orc was holding. There were pieces missing, like what happened after she ate some of those plants, but before she woke up in the...
She gagged almost on reflex remembering the gross substance that she'd woken up in. Param had saved Kodi, or tried to at least. Her cheeks flushed entire at remembering flinging her vomit covered dress at the Mandalorian's flamethrower. The trip out was a bit of a blur, but she remembered going to Kodi's ship with him, and taking a shower almost immediately. Which would explain why there was a towel at the foot of the bed and the underwear she had been wearing, now stained and ruined, were draped over a trash bin.
Param groaned as she moved to the edge of the bed. He EZPhone was on the nightstand. A bunch of unread messages from Vee, but nothing important. She rubbed her eyes with her palms, giving another groan as she promised herself she was never going to eat strange plants again. First order of business was clothes. Thankfully, there were some in a pile, though she knew they were probably dirty. It didn't matter. She grabbed the first shirt and pair of gym shorts she could find. Synching the waistband of the shorts all the way didn't even keep them tight on her hips, but they would do. The shirt was well over her size and draped down like a dress, it would have to carry the day.
Slowly, Param made her way out of the room toward the joint space. Yeah, definitely Kodi's ship; it was still a mess.
She gagged almost on reflex remembering the gross substance that she'd woken up in. Param had saved Kodi, or tried to at least. Her cheeks flushed entire at remembering flinging her vomit covered dress at the Mandalorian's flamethrower. The trip out was a bit of a blur, but she remembered going to Kodi's ship with him, and taking a shower almost immediately. Which would explain why there was a towel at the foot of the bed and the underwear she had been wearing, now stained and ruined, were draped over a trash bin.
Param groaned as she moved to the edge of the bed. He EZPhone was on the nightstand. A bunch of unread messages from Vee, but nothing important. She rubbed her eyes with her palms, giving another groan as she promised herself she was never going to eat strange plants again. First order of business was clothes. Thankfully, there were some in a pile, though she knew they were probably dirty. It didn't matter. She grabbed the first shirt and pair of gym shorts she could find. Synching the waistband of the shorts all the way didn't even keep them tight on her hips, but they would do. The shirt was well over her size and draped down like a dress, it would have to carry the day.
Slowly, Param made her way out of the room toward the joint space. Yeah, definitely Kodi's ship; it was still a mess.
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