nexus_crossings | (no dupes) Too many sweets. Just. Too many.

After the weapons' test on Jedha was a great success, that night (or what passes as "night" on the Death Star) Krennic is en route to his personal quarters to do a little private celebration. Technically, he throws a party in the officers' lounge, the one for high-ranking officers (although of course the petty officers and tech people are welcome to celebrate in their own lounges), but he avoided coming there right now since he heard that the Grand Moff is there, stealing his spotlight. Krennic knows that he can't possibly avoid him forever, but a drink or two from his own personal collection, and he would be gold dealing with his archrival and the bane of his existence. However, when he exited the turbolift to his level, he came out in a...strange place instead of the usual corridor with stormtroopers patrolling through it.

He ended up in the Plaza of the Nexus. He was first confused, then irritated, and started asking around (demanding more like) about where in the stars he is, and got the same explanation. Krennic couldn't really accept it, thinking that this was some sort of a weird dream or a holographic prank someone played on him (most likely Tarkin, to keep him out from his own party celebrating his own greatness), but while he is still in the phase of denial, a random someone foisted him with a bag of sweets, telling him "Happy Halloween" and left before Krennic could accost him, and then another, and then another. In the end, he ended up with too much sweets--foreign sweets that he had never even seen before--his hands full of it, and what's worse, one of those idiots who forcefully gave him that told him that he had a nice costume. They think he was dressing up for this weird "Halloween" event, whatever the kriff it is.

He should probably sit down, or drop all the sweets, or better yet, throw them to somebody's face since that's how infuriated Krennic is right now, but as it stands, he's currently standing in the middle of the plaza with hands full of sweets. Someone please help him.

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"Dessert pizzas?" Krennic asked, feeling smug after his recent victory over her. "You have to tell me all about it."

In the meanwhile, he's going to snag a couple more chips. Please don't mind him.

"Yep. Instead of bread dough, you use a cookie dough, or cookie crust, and then layer on your toppings."

"We could order one for dessert!" Because he seems hungry.

"That sounds...interesting," he told her, a little busy eating his pizza now. He IS hungry, and real food is always a treat when you're in the Imperial Military. At what she said next, he stopped eating for a moment to look at her and smile, a genuine one. "Yes. If you want to. It's your treat, after all, Harley."

She doesn't seem to mind that he is hogging all the food. It is nice to see him happy. And that is the most important thing.

"Then one dessert pizza coming right up." She waves the waitress over to get the order in.

He isn't by nature a considerate person, but he still knows his manner and decorum--given the fact that he is High Command and a social climber who loves to schmooze with all the important people--so he stopped hogging the food for a while. In fact, he offered her a slice of pizza. A gentleman move, Krennic. "You should enjoy this too," he said to her. "It's your treat, so you should eat more than me, Harley."

He couldn't help but smile when she ordered the dessert pizza. This brings out the young man in him--impish and rebellious, and he smiled at her rakishly. "Sure you can eat them all? Can we still do our tour of the Nexus if we're gorging ourselves senseless here?" he was only pulling her leg, of course.

"I actually don't need to eat a lot, to get by." But she will take the offered slice of pizza.

"And I can take the left-overs home with me. It would be good to stock up the ol' fridge for a while."

Harley grins. "There is a lot of the Nexus to be toured. Can't do it all in one day."

"Really? Is it because of your...special abilities?" he asked, the scientist and weapons engineer in him rearing its curious head again. He smiled, though, when she took the offered slice of pizza. It was pretty much the last one. Between both of them, they had managed to decimate the pizza, and evidently the nachos too, because there's only a couple of chips left.

He frowned a little at what she said next. "I don't think there's going to be any left-overs left after we are done," he looked at her, flirting again. "Maybe just a little. I can treat you to dinner later."

He took one of the last pieces of the nachos and ate it. Nachos and pizza and whiskey is a bad combination, but Krennic doesn't seem to particularly care or affected by it. Yet. "Then that means you're going to be my tour guide for a while," he said. "I'd like that."

"Nah. You get to used to not eat a lot, when you are in a cell, being watched by guards all the time." Harley shrugs.

"Ya' better treat me for dinner sometime." She laughs.

"Maybe I should start charging by the hour. Make some money off this."

He almost forgot that she was a criminal, but from the looks of it--from the bits and pieces of information that Krennic managed to piece from what she told him--it looks as if she was...somehow in jail because of her abilities, in another word a test subject, rather than something she did. Or perhaps it was something she did. Krennic is trying really hard to place her.

"I bet you can seduce them, though," he said, cocking his head, laughing. "To bring you more food."

She looked so...uncaring about it. Perhaps that's why they were called the Suicide Squad, he thought, as he ate the last remnants of the food. Death is merely an everyday risk to them. "I should," he said, looking at her critically, but definitely checking her out at the same time. "Make you put on something nice. Something pretty."

Something like what the upper class women on Coruscant would wear, he thought. Is there such a thing on the Nexus? Considering that it's a meeting of worlds and universes, there's probably a lot to choose from.

"Hey, that's unfair," he protested, giving her a mock-scowl. "You offered me a free tour. Or," he added, thoughtfully. "I could pay you in another way."

Harley laughs. Softly. "No honey. They know better to fall for my tricks by now."

When he tells her that he would make her put on something nice, Harley raised an eyebrow. "Nobody tells me what to wear. Darling. You might be deemed special enough to dress up for. But watch your language, please."

"A free tour to a couple of spots that would help you... not the entire Nexus. That would take a lot more of my time!" Harley points out.

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