The Abduction of Psyche

The Abduction of Psyche
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Sweet Nothings
Luke didn't like the idea of kicking Threepio and Artoo out, but he didn't knowhow else to deal with the problem. The bartender didn't appear to be the sort whowould readily respond to reason, and when he looked around for old Ben, Luke sawthat he was locked in deep conversation with one of the Corellians. Meanwhile, the discussion had attracted the attention of several especiallygruesome-looking types who happened to be clustered within hearing range. Alwere regarding Luke and the two 'droids in a decidedly unfriendly fashion. "Yes, of course," Luke said, realizing this wasn't the time or place to force theissue of 'droid rights. "I'm sorry." He looked over at Threepio. "You'd betterstay outside with the speeder. We don't want any trouble in here." "I heartily agree with you, sir," Threepio said, his gaze traveling past Luke andthe bartender to take in the unfriendly stares at the bar. "I don't feel the need forlubrication at the moment anyway." With Artoo waddling in his wake, the tall robothastily headed for the exit. That finished things as far as the bartender was concerned, but Luke now foundhimself the subject of some unwanted attention. He abruptly became aware of hisisolation and felt as if at one time or another every eye in the place rested a momenton him, that things human and otherwise were smirking and making comments abouthim behind his back.