So the Mr and Miss Nar Shaddaa beauty contest was last night. It was a time, that’s for sure. I didn’t win. Jerax didn’t win. What a crock. He was clearly the best looking man in the entire show.
At least the people who did win weren’t horrible. It wasn’t that twit who was writhing around like some desperate bantha in heat, giving all Mirialan women a bad name, or that horrible opera singer twi’lek with the sneery smile. Please, who the fuck did they think they’re fooling?
I had the fan vote, at least. I know that much. So did my soldier. How can you not love a man in uniform? Although if one of them had acted on what she was screeching at Jerax from somewhere in the crowd, she and I may’ve had to have Some Words.
And I have a really rather pretty formal gown, now, too. Maker knows where I’d ever wear it, but it’s there.
The best part about the entire evening came after the event was over. Jerax and I found this tiny little stall selling Corellian finger foods tucked back in this little odd corner of the festival, so he got a little taste of home while on Nar Shaddaa. The smile on his face was just… it was perfect. A few little nibbles, a few bottles of ale, and then back to my ship for the night. Woke up this morning wrapped in his arms and the whole day started out just perfect.
Apparently the planetary color associated with Corellia is green. There are so many jokes I’ll be teasing him with for that little nugget of information.
I should go wake him up.