The glass abruptly shattered in his hand.
That’s odd, Din thought absently. I wasn’t squeezing that hard.
His eyes were riveted on the stage before him, mouth hanging open. He was sure there must be a time in his life he was more grateful for his helmet but in this moment, he couldn’t remember it.
The music gained a thumping quality that reverberated through his helmet and for a moment, Din thought he saw stars.
“I didn’t think he could bend that way.”
Din barely registered the words his friend spoke. He grunted in response, not daring to take his eyes off.. that… for more than a second.
“Good place to raise a kid.”
“You’re an idiot and you’re going to leave me your spear.”
“Uh huh-what?” Din snapped his eyes to Boba’s, startled into looking away. “No, I’m not.”
Boba chuckled. “Good to see you can still string two words together.” Like magnets, both their eyes flicked back to the stage.
Eventually, Din hedged, “Isn’t this.. against their rules?”
Boba’s grin turned shark-like. “Oh I don’t think so…” He eyed the stage, shifting his helmet under his arm. “Where do you think he got the clothes?”
Din didn’t trust himself to respond. A moment later, Boba slapped his back and sealed his helmet with a swift movement. “Enjoy the show. I’m going to grab our target.” Din would normally be much more concerned about his friend doing… What was he doing? Why was he here? He was…
Barely a minute later, the Jedi was bouncing off the stage, heading straight for him. Had it only been a minute? Din would have sworn it was much… longer…
“Din!” Luke’s smiling face was suddenly much closer, eyes twinkling. “Did the distraction work?”
There was stretch of silence as Din’s brain tried to restart.
“Don’t mind him, Skywalker. He’s still processing.”
Luke huffed, rolling his eyes. “Well, I did try to warn you guys.” With one hand propped on his hip, Din couldn’t help but taking in his outfit again.
Boba’s words bubbled up out of the darkness and he spoke before he could think better of it. “Where did you even get… that?”
Luke did a twirl. “This thing? Wouldn’t you like to know.” And then he winked.
Din did not whine. He did not.
“Not to break up this party, but I’d like to get this taken care of,” Boba said, shaking his new capture.
“Yes, back to work.” Luke sighed. “It was fun while it lasted. Din, do you have my drink?”
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