fandomtownies | Fly By Night, Friday afternoon (after school)

Ivanova descended on the snoozing Jack like an irate Pak'Mara looking for some sushi. Or a Valkyrie, if you're into overused cliches. "Look at the state of this place!" she began when she had most of his sleepy attention. "Have you done any business since you moved in here? At all?"

"I have . . . just not in Fandom," Jack replied defensively. "It takes a while to build up a customer base, y'know?"

"And have you called Anakin back yet?" Ivanova demanded. "I know he called about the flight club - which I hope you remember agreeing to, seeing as how I asked you about it at least a dozen times."

"I'll go and call him! I was getting around to it! The answering machine wasn't working!" Jack's left eye began to twitch as he attempted to defend himself.

"And while we're on the subject, if you're out of town or just too lazy to get out of bed, call me." She brandished her hand at him and tapped the link stuck to the back of it. "Go and call him," Ivanova commanded, pointing imperiously into the Back. "And maybe you should try imposing some order on your little warehouse while you're at it." As Jack turned, Ivanova settled herself into his very comfy chair to mind the store.

Jack disappeared into the Back, grumbling under his breath. "I thought I was getting an employee, not a wife . . ."

"I heard that!"