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If anyone knows him, the one thing they can say about AJ is…he’s predictably unpredictable. Something he lives up too when he swoops in out of no where on a slow friday afternoon. Jay given no choice in the matter at all when she’s lifted up and over his shoulder. Jenna called to follow them as Jay’s threats completely unheard. AJ asking one of the senior baristas to handle things for the next few days. Something they’re only so amused and happy to do as they laugh and wave good bye to their boss, right along with the rest of the employees.

Once outside it is perhaps a little bit of a hassle to get her into the car, making sure to give her absolutely no way of escape. The first part of her gift set firmly in her lap once she’s seated in the borrowed car before he shuts the door. The rest of what he has planned perhaps hinted at by the communal go bag tucked behind his seat. His phone already set up to guide them through the fast way out of New York. AJ plopping down into the drivers seat, after getting Jenna settled in the back seat with Mookie.

        “Happy Valentine’s Day, Beautiful. Now stop yer excuses, n'find sum’m for us t'listen too.”

She knew that there was shenanigans afoot. More so when Adrian decided that he was going to be cleaver and keep his laptop locked. That usually occurred around Christmas. Which she was okay with as she would do the same. And never brought anything up on her phone. Mostly to shave the screen from the wet paint that was near ever present. 

So when he came waltzing into the shop, ignoring the fact that she was in the middle of serving a customer, she only sighed. Being tossed over his shoulder was not what she had counted on, and so proceeded to try and reach back behind her to pull the skirt she was wearing down. Thankful that most of it was trapped under his thick arm. That meant that most of her was decent. 

“You know, you would have just flashed everyone if I wasn’t wearing really cute underwear.” She wasn’t even mad about being deposited into the car. Her eyes widening and a high pitched squee left her when the bear was set in her lap. She couldn’t help it. The flowed creature was adorable. She took note of the dogs falling into their habit of curling up with each other, Jenna wrapping herself around Mookie and falling asleep within moments. 

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- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: Mea Pena || AJ Barton Picasso || AJ Barton Da Oddah Braddah || AJ Barton Jay’s Significant Effort || AJ Barton

-what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone:  The Painter Song || Norah Jones And I'm dreaming of a place Where I could see your face And I think my brush would take me there But only If I were a painter And could paint a memory I'd climb inside the swirling skies to be with you I'd climb inside the skies to be with you

They’ll Write Songs About Us || - Beg, Steal, Borrow || Ray Lamontagne and the Pariah Dogs

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 She can’t help the childish giggle when she watches him walk in, Balancing the meal, coffee, and cake that she is pretty sure he painted with something edible. Breakfast in bed, and wrapped around her mug the pendant on a ribbon softer than silk. And the broad expanse of eye-candy that she gets a front row seat to. She’s pretty sure he’s not wearing anything but those shorts. 

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“Flirting will get you, and only you, everywhere.” She couldn’t keep looking into those serious eyes. If she had, then she would have burst into flames. Or at least that is what it felt like. Just how was she supposed to ignore him when he made her feel like the center of the world? 

She refilled his cup and waved off the looks she was getting from the gaggle of her college aged employees. Sliding the cup back over to him she leaned over the counter to cup his jaw in her hand, which appeared much smaller than normal. 

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He never failed to make her blush. And she knew he would never lie to her, not with the metaphor that was so close to his passion and career. So when his voice reached her she felt her cheeks light up. He made her feel so special and there was no better feeling in the world.

This was not ideal, but at the same time it was the best place to find a ship and perhaps escape further. Natasha had her mind set on the Unknown Regions, because there, Palpatine couldn’t find her. Couldn’t touch her. She’d make it well enough, if she was smart, which luckily she was. She just had to bide her time and keep low. Problem was, Tatoonie was both a good and bad place for that. When she had arrived, there the place was crawling with Storm Troopers. Not ideal. So she kept low, knowing there was a damn bounty on her head. The Emperor didn’t like losing his toys after all. But she was done with that, it wasn’t like he treated her all that well and she was starting now, away from him to remember things… things that kept her awake at night. The further away she got from the reaches of the Galactic Empire, the better.

Mos Eisley was the best place to find a ship as well and keep watered in such a dismal place. She loathed this planet, she wasn’t fond of the Hutts, any of it. But it was a necessary evil and as soon as she found the ship she needed, with the supplies necessary she was gone. Lost in the space dust.  

Hanging around Chalmun’s Cantina was easy enough, if you kept to yourself, didn’t look at anyone then no one bothered you. She watched day in and out, and when night fell she moved into the docks to examine the kind of ships which had come in, taking care to examine them thoroughly, acting as though she was keeping track of things, for the particular dock they had settled in. Occasionally one or two caught her eye, but they ended up being too big, or lacking in supplies. After all, beyond a certain point she had no idea what lay out there, but she was going to find out, she had no choice. Because sooner or later, well, she could only run and hide for so long.

She had watched that evening as some new faces trailed into the Cantina from the corner she had taken up, sipping some water for now, even if she wanted a real drink. But that wasn’t wise in this climate even if she could handle it. Still, the water had that dusty under flavor to it that made her only drink at it sparingly.

Soon the place became full enough that it was easy for her to slip out unnoticed and night had fallen, which offered reprieve from the brutal heat of the twin suns. And it would get cooler still. Funny how that worked, but really she noticed cold less than heat. One of the perks of being what she was, Natasha supposed.

She moved to the various docks, checking over the ships, even getting a glance at a few manifests as she went about her business when finally one caught her eye. Not too small, not too big and it looked well kept at that. Hardly any carbon scoring as though whomever it belonged to cleaned it off regularly. Perfect.

But as she approached, a noise caught her attention. A strange low hum. Familiar. And she knew what it was.

“Kriff.”

Slipping back into the shadows, she watched as a Seeker Droid made it’s way and green eyes narrowed, waiting to see and sure enough one of the Inquisitor's followed.

What are they doing this far out?

Natasha thought to herself, green eyes narrowing as she waited to see what was going on. A second soon followed and she listened to their exchange.

“There’s no sign of them. The manifest says this ship has been here three rotations.” The larger, male Inquisitor commented, glancing around as though suspicious.

Natasha shifted back more into the shadows, even though she clearly wasn’t their target, that didn’t mean they wouldn’t hesitate.

“We will find them if they are here.” The female Inquisitor commented, stroking the droid like a pet before sending it off again with a wordless command.

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