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It took the entirety of the ensuing fight for Jax to regain any sort of normal breathing, and stop his lungs from hacking at air. Though regaining his breath and feeling decidedly calmer, Jax surveyed the alien with the giant hole blasted through its middle.
He rubbed at his, probably bruising neck, and caught Buck’s eye. “I’d like to see you do something like that.” His voice was husky, but was, like usual, devoid of much enthusiasm.
He looked down at Wolf still attached to his waist staring back up at him with a blank face. He wondered how in the last ten minutes he had ended up with two girls wrapped around him as if he seemed the cuddle-y sort.
Isaac suggested it was time to head off. And Wolf repeated that sentiment, but with a lot more sensitivity to Jax’s sore neck, which he was still rubbing at. He seemed unable to stop prodding at his neck, like a child who pokes their bruises. Jax couldn’t think of a single thing that would make him want to come back to Lealt’s at a later date, let alone stay now. So he let Wolf prod him along.
“No more drinking for me." Summer announced re-joining the group on their way out.
Jax gave a lazy grin and motioned at Wolf still attached to his waist. “Good choice, with me already taken.” He then paused, and leaned on Wolf to nod at Buck. “And, I just don’t think he’s the snuggle-y type.”
He continued his way out of Lealt’s, and arrived the docking station, where an alien with five blue arms, and a green waist coat was waiting at a podium. He shrugged at Wolf, “Well, I don’t have the parking ticket.”
Seeing as Lealt’s was its own large ship in the middle of space, rather than a terrestrial planet, the group were forced to leave their ship to be parked by the valets. Lealt, like most spaced-based establishments, hired aliens who could sustain their life in space without atmosphere and whatnot. Thus they could park and, later, retrieve the ships from external parking yards without, you know, dying.
An identical alien appeared, and spoke in its natural language to the first alien. They went back and forth a couple times, Jax was sure Wolf could understand whatever they were saying but he felt no inclination to request a translation. Finally the first alien turned towards them. “The humans? With that orange thing.”
Jax nodded, not minding the clear attitude. The trouble they were currently legging it away from kind of made the humans part understandable. And as for orange thing, well, their ship had been an old model five years ago when they purchased it second-hand. Not a single one of them could understand what possessed the previous owner to decided on the visually assaulting paint job. Plus, even with Summer’s abilities, well, there were a few pieces here and there they weren’t fully attached.
Hey, it still got them from A to B. Jax didn’t see the issue, it had been a bargain.
The Valet spoke into an ear piece and after a few minutes the large circular door behind the valet opened. It revealed a chamber about the size of a double-storey house in which their ship was currently parked.
Wolf didn’t let up and she followed Jax around the ship and deposited him in the passenger seat. His usual spot, seeing as he was navigating. In the back there wasn’t a whole lot of space, but enough, at the back there was some bench space, and U-couch that surrounded a small table.
“So, who had the best night then?” Jax asked sarcastically as he rubbed at his neck and kicked his feet up on the dashboard.