Chapter 4
Parker was so involved with the movie that he didn’t glance at his companion until the credits were rolling. But when he did, he noticed that Chad was slumped in his seat, and that the other young man looked defeated and weary. He frowned slightly. What was the matter? Star Wars had an upbeat ending, so it couldn’t be that. What had made Chad look like this? He leaned over and spoke, making the other man jump a little. “Hey, Chad? Something wrong?” he asked in concern.
“No-No!” Chad replied hurriedly, looking almost guilty for some reason. “There’s nothing wrong!”
Parker gave him a skeptical look, but the other geek seemed stubbornly set on maintaining that there was nothing wrong. Parker vowed silently to keep an eye on him after this and see if he could determine for himself what had caused Chad to act that way. He didn’t like the expression he’d seen on his new friend’s face. Not at all.
“So do you want to go get something to eat?” he asked as the lights came up and they rose out of their seats.
“Sure,” Chad replied, sounding half-hearted.
The bartender frowned again as they left the room. What had gotten Chad down? His costume was amazing, and it was sure to win the big Costume Contest tomorrow. And since they were both Star Wars geeks, getting to see the movie wouldn’t have put him into such a funk either. Chad hadn’t seemed gloomy when they’d entered the screening room – it seemed to have come over him during the movie. Why? He glanced at his companion as they headed for the restaurant together, seeing how glum Chad looked.
Parker hated it when his friends (no matter how long he’d known them) were unhappy. It disturbed him to see Chad so swathed in gloom, especially here at the Con where they should both be having a great time. But though he pondered the matter all the way to the restaurant, he couldn’t come up with any good answers. He sighed as they entered the restaurant and waited to be seated by the harassed-looking hostess. She had her hands full with all of the costumed weirdos already eating in the place. When she finally approached them, Parker brightened up man pointed across the restaurant. “Hey, Chad! There’s our friends! You wanna go over there?”
Chad followed his finger and brightened up to see Derek sitting with the Princess Leia girl, who Parker had called Cassie earlier. “Sure!” he replied.
Parker was pleased that Chad seemed happier when he realized that their friends were in the restaurant. He turned to the hostess. “Those are our friends, could we sit with them?” he asked, nodding toward Cassie and the Storm Trooper guy.
“Of course,” she replied, pleased that she didn’t have to find other seating arrangements for them. She led them over to the table that Cassie and Chad’s friend were sitting at.
“Hey, Cass! You mind if we join you?” Parker said to his friend.
She looked up, surprised. “Park! Hey, why not? Siddown with me and Stormy here,” she nodded at the Storm Trooper guy, who looked rather disgruntled about their presence at the table.
Chad found himself coming out of his funk enough to laugh at the expression on Derek’s face. He sat down next to his friend. “Geez, Derek, don’t be so welcoming. I can’t stand it,” he said dryly.
“Hey, if you were making time with someone you’d be mad if your friend butted in too!” Derek hissed half under his breath to Chad.
Chad’s mouth dropped open. “You mean?” he asked incredulously.
Derek nodded. “Yeah! Cassie said she might even date me and everything!” he said, the astonishment at his own words clear in his voice. This feeling was echoed in the expression on Chad’s face at his words.
“No way,” he said dumbly. Derek had NEVER succeeded with a girl in all the time that he’d known his best friend!
Derek shrugged. “I don’t believe it either,” he replied. “Especially since she’s totally cool. What about you, man? You tried to ‘arrest’ Han there yet?” he nodded at Parker, who was talking to Cassie.
Chad felt his cheeks heat with a faint blush. “Shut up, man!” he hissed.
“Oh, come on, Chad. I can tell that you like him,” Derek replied impatiently.
“So what? It’s not like he likes ME. Why would he?” Chad said mournfully.
Derek blinked. “Well, why would someone like HER,” he nodded across the table at Princess Leia/Cassie, “Like ME? If I can have a miracle, Chad, you could too.”
“Ha ha,” Chad replied, feeling forlorn. “Very funny.”
Before Derek could say anything else, Cassie spoke to him across the table. “Hey, Derek? I want you to meet my friend Parker. Parker, this is Derek Yanger. A.k.a. Stormy.”
“Hey, nice to meet you, man,” Derek replied. Knowing that Han Solo was gay helped him to actually mean what he said.
“Same here,” Parker said pleasantly. “So you and Chad know each other?”
“Of course! We’ve been best friends since high school,” Derek replied. “Right, Chad?”
“Yep. We just got to talking about Star Wars one day, and that was that,” he added.
Cassie giggled. “Would you believe that it was the same for me and Parker? I wouldn’t have thought that a cool guy like him,” she poked her friend in the side as she said this, causing him to grunt a little, “Would turn out to be a geek at heart. So I was pleasantly surprised.”
“Hey, looks can be deceiving,” Parker replied. “Besides, I didn’t know that you were a geek either when I first met you. You were wearing a business suit, as I recall. Not the usual geek attire.”
“True,” she conceded, “But I have to dress that way for work. I toil in a bank,” she went on for Chad and Derek’s edifications, “So I have to dress nice. Parker came in to open an account one day, and that’s when I first met him. We didn’t talk much at first, until one day he saw the little Princess Leia action figure I had on my desk. Then he mentioned he was a huge fan of the films, too, and we talked for a long time. I almost got in trouble with my manager, in fact, because we spent so much time chatting. I was neglecting the other customers.” She grinned merrily.
“Hey, what’s more important? Work or Star Wars?” Parker said teasingly.
“That’s a no-brainer,” Cassie replied. “Right, guys?” she looked across the table at Derek and Chad.
“Definitely,” Derek said. “Work sucks anyway. I’d much rather watch Star Wars or play Doom than have to work for a living.”
Chad snorted. “That’s a good one, you claiming that you actually work. Most of the time you just sit around eating chips and using the internet for personal reasons.”
“As if you’re any better!” Derek replied, stung. “Or was that SOMEONE ELSE that I caught playing that RPG game on-line just last week?”
Chad had the good grace to turn rather red at this accusation. Flustered, he glanced at the two people sitting across from them. Both looked amused, which made his blush deepened even more. So much for looking cool – not that he really had any chance of that. “Let’s just admit that we both slack off at work and leave it at that,” he muttered to Derek.
His friend nodded, looking happy to drop the subject altogether. Parker discreetly turned it anyway by picking up the menu that the hostess had given him. “Is the food any good here?” he asked Cassie.
She nodded. “It’s not bad. They have a club sandwich here that you might like, Park.”
“Sounds good,” he replied. “Chad? What about you? See anything you want?”
Chad snatched up his menu and hid his burning face behind it. “Just let me look,” he muttered, not lowering it.
Cassie looked from her friend to Derek’s, her brows lifting slightly. She glanced at the man in the bad storm trooper costume questioningly. He made a face at her and nodded at Chad as though trying to communicate something. But Cassie wasn’t a mind reader, and he was terrible at conveying things silently. She cleared her throat. “Derek and I are going to head on out, Park. We want to go see what’s happening at some of the panels. They might get Carrie Fisher to come this year,” she added eagerly, for the very thought of getting to meet the woman who’d played her favorite Star Wars character worked her up into an eager froth.
“Okay, Cass,” he replied indulgently. “Well see you later.”
“Sure. It was nice to meet you, Chad,’” she added as she rose lithely to her feet. “Come on, Stormy, let’s hit the road.”
Derek jumped to his feet eagerly. “See ya, Chad!” he called as he walked off with her, deserting his friend once more for the attractions of the fairer sex.
As soon as they were out of the restaurant, Cassie turned to Derek. “What was that all about? Unless you’ve got epilepsy, I figured you were trying to tell me something.”
“I was!” he replied impatiently. “My friend Chad has the hots for your friend Han Solo.”
“Hah!” she clapped her hands excitedly. “That’s what I thought! That’s wonderful!”
“It ain’t gonna be so wonderful if your friend Parker isn’t into Chad at all,” Derek pointed out acerbically. “And from the looks of him, he can have any guy he wants at all. Why would he care about some skinny geek?”
“Hey!” she smacked him on the arm. “Don’t go classifying Parker as some shallow guy just because he’s good looking! We don’t know that he won’t go for Chad. And we won’t know until I can ask Parker outright if he likes Chad,” she commented thoughtfully.
“Is that smart?” Derek asked cautiously. “What if he doesn’t? Won’t that make everything sorta awkward between them?”
“I suppose so, but even though he’s pretty cool Parker is STILL a guy. Guys are hopeless when it comes to knowing when someone has a crush on them. He might go through the entire weekend thinking that Chad just wants to hang out with him if I don’t say anything.”
“Well, maybe that’s all he wants. Someone to hang out with him,” Derek pointed out reasonably.
“Maybe. But Parker is ready to find someone, and he really seems to like Chad. Why shouldn’t they try to get together? It might not work out, but then again it could…you never know until you try,” she added with a shrug.
“Okay,” Derek said. “But if they don’t end up together, we’re still gonna go out, right?” he asked nervously.
She laughed. “We’ll see, Stormy. Remember, this weekend is a trial period. You just try to behave yourself and we’ll see how it goes. Don’t look so down,” she added when his shoulders slumped. “I know you can do it,” she patted his shoulder comfortingly, which cheered him up to no end. “Now come on; let’s actually go see what celebrity panels they have going on. I’ll have a talk with Parker about Chad later today.”
Derek was happy to follow after her once more, his eyes fastened on her ass under that skimpy slave girl skirt. He was trying to be a better man for her, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t look, right? Especially if he was only looking at her, and not at any of the other skimpily dressed women at the Con. And if she happened to glance over her shoulder at him, he’d pretend that he was completely interested in the pattern in the carpet underfoot. She might not be fooled, since she was pretty smart. He just hoped that she wouldn’t hold some not-quite-innocent voyeurism against him.
Chad moodily ate the sandwich he’d ordered, trying not to stare too conspicuously at the man sitting across from him. Parker was consuming one of the club sandwiches that his friend had recommended to him, and Chad found himself quite fascinated by the way that Parker chewed. Darn it! He glowered down at his own turkey and Swiss. This was so stupid! A hottie like Parker Jones would never be interested in him. He just had to keep reminding himself of that.
He vowed to put his helmet back on after lunch, retreating once more into his persona as Boba Fett, suave and dangerous galactic bounty hunter. Chad Walinski would disappear, along with his ridiculous crush on Parker Jones. From now on, he’d deal with the other man as Han Solo, smuggler and space captain, and his sworn enemy. It was the only way he’d get through this Con. And afterward, he could go home and put his costume away until next year. He’d also try to put memories of Parker away as well, although that wouldn’t be quite as easy.
Parker wondered what Chad was thinking. The other man looked rather morose still. He frowned to himself, taking the last bite of his club sandwich. Cassie had been right; it was quite good. Now that his stomach wasn’t rumbling, maybe he could concentrate on cheering up his newfound companion. He sighed, leaning back in his chair and patting his stomach contentedly.
“I’m full,” he remarked cheerfully. “How about you?”
“Yeah,” Chad said, moving a French fry around on his plate listlessly.
“Did you want to go so something else? Maybe watch another movie, or go see who’s on the panels like Cass and your friend are?”
“I guess,” Chad replied, sounding unenthusiastic.
Parker sighed. “You’re not helping here, Boba. Unless you don’t want to hang out with me anymore? In that case, I’ll get going,” he started to rise to his feet, making an alarmed expression spread across Chad’s face.
“No, no!!” Chad cried, jumping to his feet. “I want to stay with you!” then he seemed to realize what he’d just said, and his face turned crimson.
Parker grinned as Chad blushed furiously. “Okay. So where do you want to go?”
“Umm…I should check in and take our stuff up to the room…Derek’s and mine, that is. We’re sharing to save some money.”
“All right. I’ll help you carry your stuff up,” Parker replied amiably.
“Oh, thanks. Err, we need to pay…” Chad looked down at the table.
Parker pulled out his wallet and tossed five dollars on the table for a tip. “I’ll just pay the bill,” he said as he scooped it up.
“No!” Chad protested. “I mean, I’d like to pay for my half. I mean, it’s not like we’re on a date or something…” he began, then turned red once more.
Parker considered this, then checked the bill. “Okay then, your half comes to fifteen dollars and forty-two cents. Give it to me and I’ll pay fro the whole thing.”
Chad fumbled with his belt pouch, dragging out some money. He gave Parker sixteen dollars even rather than trying to find change and pick it out while wearing gloves. The other man took it and the bill up to the register. He paid, then joined Chad by the entrance to the restaurant. “Lead on, Sir. Let’s get you settled in your lodgings.”
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Parker was so involved with the movie that he didn’t glance at his companion until the credits were rolling. But when he did, he noticed that Chad was slumped in his seat, and that the other young man looked defeated and weary. He frowned slightly. What was the matter? Star Wars had an upbeat ending, so it couldn’t be that. What had made Chad look like this? He leaned over and spoke, making the other man jump a little. “Hey, Chad? Something wrong?” he asked in concern.
“No-No!” Chad replied hurriedly, looking almost guilty for some reason. “There’s nothing wrong!”
Parker gave him a skeptical look, but the other geek seemed stubbornly set on maintaining that there was nothing wrong. Parker vowed silently to keep an eye on him after this and see if he could determine for himself what had caused Chad to act that way. He didn’t like the expression he’d seen on his new friend’s face. Not at all.
“So do you want to go get something to eat?” he asked as the lights came up and they rose out of their seats.
“Sure,” Chad replied, sounding half-hearted.
The bartender frowned again as they left the room. What had gotten Chad down? His costume was amazing, and it was sure to win the big Costume Contest tomorrow. And since they were both Star Wars geeks, getting to see the movie wouldn’t have put him into such a funk either. Chad hadn’t seemed gloomy when they’d entered the screening room – it seemed to have come over him during the movie. Why? He glanced at his companion as they headed for the restaurant together, seeing how glum Chad looked.
Parker hated it when his friends (no matter how long he’d known them) were unhappy. It disturbed him to see Chad so swathed in gloom, especially here at the Con where they should both be having a great time. But though he pondered the matter all the way to the restaurant, he couldn’t come up with any good answers. He sighed as they entered the restaurant and waited to be seated by the harassed-looking hostess. She had her hands full with all of the costumed weirdos already eating in the place. When she finally approached them, Parker brightened up man pointed across the restaurant. “Hey, Chad! There’s our friends! You wanna go over there?”
Chad followed his finger and brightened up to see Derek sitting with the Princess Leia girl, who Parker had called Cassie earlier. “Sure!” he replied.
Parker was pleased that Chad seemed happier when he realized that their friends were in the restaurant. He turned to the hostess. “Those are our friends, could we sit with them?” he asked, nodding toward Cassie and the Storm Trooper guy.
“Of course,” she replied, pleased that she didn’t have to find other seating arrangements for them. She led them over to the table that Cassie and Chad’s friend were sitting at.
“Hey, Cass! You mind if we join you?” Parker said to his friend.
She looked up, surprised. “Park! Hey, why not? Siddown with me and Stormy here,” she nodded at the Storm Trooper guy, who looked rather disgruntled about their presence at the table.
Chad found himself coming out of his funk enough to laugh at the expression on Derek’s face. He sat down next to his friend. “Geez, Derek, don’t be so welcoming. I can’t stand it,” he said dryly.
“Hey, if you were making time with someone you’d be mad if your friend butted in too!” Derek hissed half under his breath to Chad.
Chad’s mouth dropped open. “You mean?” he asked incredulously.
Derek nodded. “Yeah! Cassie said she might even date me and everything!” he said, the astonishment at his own words clear in his voice. This feeling was echoed in the expression on Chad’s face at his words.
“No way,” he said dumbly. Derek had NEVER succeeded with a girl in all the time that he’d known his best friend!
Derek shrugged. “I don’t believe it either,” he replied. “Especially since she’s totally cool. What about you, man? You tried to ‘arrest’ Han there yet?” he nodded at Parker, who was talking to Cassie.
Chad felt his cheeks heat with a faint blush. “Shut up, man!” he hissed.
“Oh, come on, Chad. I can tell that you like him,” Derek replied impatiently.
“So what? It’s not like he likes ME. Why would he?” Chad said mournfully.
Derek blinked. “Well, why would someone like HER,” he nodded across the table at Princess Leia/Cassie, “Like ME? If I can have a miracle, Chad, you could too.”
“Ha ha,” Chad replied, feeling forlorn. “Very funny.”
Before Derek could say anything else, Cassie spoke to him across the table. “Hey, Derek? I want you to meet my friend Parker. Parker, this is Derek Yanger. A.k.a. Stormy.”
“Hey, nice to meet you, man,” Derek replied. Knowing that Han Solo was gay helped him to actually mean what he said.
“Same here,” Parker said pleasantly. “So you and Chad know each other?”
“Of course! We’ve been best friends since high school,” Derek replied. “Right, Chad?”
“Yep. We just got to talking about Star Wars one day, and that was that,” he added.
Cassie giggled. “Would you believe that it was the same for me and Parker? I wouldn’t have thought that a cool guy like him,” she poked her friend in the side as she said this, causing him to grunt a little, “Would turn out to be a geek at heart. So I was pleasantly surprised.”
“Hey, looks can be deceiving,” Parker replied. “Besides, I didn’t know that you were a geek either when I first met you. You were wearing a business suit, as I recall. Not the usual geek attire.”
“True,” she conceded, “But I have to dress that way for work. I toil in a bank,” she went on for Chad and Derek’s edifications, “So I have to dress nice. Parker came in to open an account one day, and that’s when I first met him. We didn’t talk much at first, until one day he saw the little Princess Leia action figure I had on my desk. Then he mentioned he was a huge fan of the films, too, and we talked for a long time. I almost got in trouble with my manager, in fact, because we spent so much time chatting. I was neglecting the other customers.” She grinned merrily.
“Hey, what’s more important? Work or Star Wars?” Parker said teasingly.
“That’s a no-brainer,” Cassie replied. “Right, guys?” she looked across the table at Derek and Chad.
“Definitely,” Derek said. “Work sucks anyway. I’d much rather watch Star Wars or play Doom than have to work for a living.”
Chad snorted. “That’s a good one, you claiming that you actually work. Most of the time you just sit around eating chips and using the internet for personal reasons.”
“As if you’re any better!” Derek replied, stung. “Or was that SOMEONE ELSE that I caught playing that RPG game on-line just last week?”
Chad had the good grace to turn rather red at this accusation. Flustered, he glanced at the two people sitting across from them. Both looked amused, which made his blush deepened even more. So much for looking cool – not that he really had any chance of that. “Let’s just admit that we both slack off at work and leave it at that,” he muttered to Derek.
His friend nodded, looking happy to drop the subject altogether. Parker discreetly turned it anyway by picking up the menu that the hostess had given him. “Is the food any good here?” he asked Cassie.
She nodded. “It’s not bad. They have a club sandwich here that you might like, Park.”
“Sounds good,” he replied. “Chad? What about you? See anything you want?”
Chad snatched up his menu and hid his burning face behind it. “Just let me look,” he muttered, not lowering it.
Cassie looked from her friend to Derek’s, her brows lifting slightly. She glanced at the man in the bad storm trooper costume questioningly. He made a face at her and nodded at Chad as though trying to communicate something. But Cassie wasn’t a mind reader, and he was terrible at conveying things silently. She cleared her throat. “Derek and I are going to head on out, Park. We want to go see what’s happening at some of the panels. They might get Carrie Fisher to come this year,” she added eagerly, for the very thought of getting to meet the woman who’d played her favorite Star Wars character worked her up into an eager froth.
“Okay, Cass,” he replied indulgently. “Well see you later.”
“Sure. It was nice to meet you, Chad,’” she added as she rose lithely to her feet. “Come on, Stormy, let’s hit the road.”
Derek jumped to his feet eagerly. “See ya, Chad!” he called as he walked off with her, deserting his friend once more for the attractions of the fairer sex.
As soon as they were out of the restaurant, Cassie turned to Derek. “What was that all about? Unless you’ve got epilepsy, I figured you were trying to tell me something.”
“I was!” he replied impatiently. “My friend Chad has the hots for your friend Han Solo.”
“Hah!” she clapped her hands excitedly. “That’s what I thought! That’s wonderful!”
“It ain’t gonna be so wonderful if your friend Parker isn’t into Chad at all,” Derek pointed out acerbically. “And from the looks of him, he can have any guy he wants at all. Why would he care about some skinny geek?”
“Hey!” she smacked him on the arm. “Don’t go classifying Parker as some shallow guy just because he’s good looking! We don’t know that he won’t go for Chad. And we won’t know until I can ask Parker outright if he likes Chad,” she commented thoughtfully.
“Is that smart?” Derek asked cautiously. “What if he doesn’t? Won’t that make everything sorta awkward between them?”
“I suppose so, but even though he’s pretty cool Parker is STILL a guy. Guys are hopeless when it comes to knowing when someone has a crush on them. He might go through the entire weekend thinking that Chad just wants to hang out with him if I don’t say anything.”
“Well, maybe that’s all he wants. Someone to hang out with him,” Derek pointed out reasonably.
“Maybe. But Parker is ready to find someone, and he really seems to like Chad. Why shouldn’t they try to get together? It might not work out, but then again it could…you never know until you try,” she added with a shrug.
“Okay,” Derek said. “But if they don’t end up together, we’re still gonna go out, right?” he asked nervously.
She laughed. “We’ll see, Stormy. Remember, this weekend is a trial period. You just try to behave yourself and we’ll see how it goes. Don’t look so down,” she added when his shoulders slumped. “I know you can do it,” she patted his shoulder comfortingly, which cheered him up to no end. “Now come on; let’s actually go see what celebrity panels they have going on. I’ll have a talk with Parker about Chad later today.”
Derek was happy to follow after her once more, his eyes fastened on her ass under that skimpy slave girl skirt. He was trying to be a better man for her, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t look, right? Especially if he was only looking at her, and not at any of the other skimpily dressed women at the Con. And if she happened to glance over her shoulder at him, he’d pretend that he was completely interested in the pattern in the carpet underfoot. She might not be fooled, since she was pretty smart. He just hoped that she wouldn’t hold some not-quite-innocent voyeurism against him.
Chad moodily ate the sandwich he’d ordered, trying not to stare too conspicuously at the man sitting across from him. Parker was consuming one of the club sandwiches that his friend had recommended to him, and Chad found himself quite fascinated by the way that Parker chewed. Darn it! He glowered down at his own turkey and Swiss. This was so stupid! A hottie like Parker Jones would never be interested in him. He just had to keep reminding himself of that.
He vowed to put his helmet back on after lunch, retreating once more into his persona as Boba Fett, suave and dangerous galactic bounty hunter. Chad Walinski would disappear, along with his ridiculous crush on Parker Jones. From now on, he’d deal with the other man as Han Solo, smuggler and space captain, and his sworn enemy. It was the only way he’d get through this Con. And afterward, he could go home and put his costume away until next year. He’d also try to put memories of Parker away as well, although that wouldn’t be quite as easy.
Parker wondered what Chad was thinking. The other man looked rather morose still. He frowned to himself, taking the last bite of his club sandwich. Cassie had been right; it was quite good. Now that his stomach wasn’t rumbling, maybe he could concentrate on cheering up his newfound companion. He sighed, leaning back in his chair and patting his stomach contentedly.
“I’m full,” he remarked cheerfully. “How about you?”
“Yeah,” Chad said, moving a French fry around on his plate listlessly.
“Did you want to go so something else? Maybe watch another movie, or go see who’s on the panels like Cass and your friend are?”
“I guess,” Chad replied, sounding unenthusiastic.
Parker sighed. “You’re not helping here, Boba. Unless you don’t want to hang out with me anymore? In that case, I’ll get going,” he started to rise to his feet, making an alarmed expression spread across Chad’s face.
“No, no!!” Chad cried, jumping to his feet. “I want to stay with you!” then he seemed to realize what he’d just said, and his face turned crimson.
Parker grinned as Chad blushed furiously. “Okay. So where do you want to go?”
“Umm…I should check in and take our stuff up to the room…Derek’s and mine, that is. We’re sharing to save some money.”
“All right. I’ll help you carry your stuff up,” Parker replied amiably.
“Oh, thanks. Err, we need to pay…” Chad looked down at the table.
Parker pulled out his wallet and tossed five dollars on the table for a tip. “I’ll just pay the bill,” he said as he scooped it up.
“No!” Chad protested. “I mean, I’d like to pay for my half. I mean, it’s not like we’re on a date or something…” he began, then turned red once more.
Parker considered this, then checked the bill. “Okay then, your half comes to fifteen dollars and forty-two cents. Give it to me and I’ll pay fro the whole thing.”
Chad fumbled with his belt pouch, dragging out some money. He gave Parker sixteen dollars even rather than trying to find change and pick it out while wearing gloves. The other man took it and the bill up to the register. He paid, then joined Chad by the entrance to the restaurant. “Lead on, Sir. Let’s get you settled in your lodgings.”
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