When Geena first mentioned “Geek Week,” I didn’t think much of it.  For one thing, I don’t think of Geena as a “geek.”  I mean, she loves reading and history and a lot of “nerd” stuff, but she’s also incredibly outgoing, socially savvy, and drop-dead gorgeous.  Not the kind of person you picture when you think of a “geek!”

But when she brought it up again one evening while we were cuddling, I realized she was actually pretty invested in “Geek Week.”

“It’s like a school spirit thing, right?” I asked.  My back was to her soft, heavy chest, her breasts pillowing me as I leaned back in her lap.  We were on the couch, watching TV without really watching it, her arms around my waist and her hands in my lap.

“State takes Geek Week pretty seriously.  Most of the Greek houses throw a party, each one with a different theme, and at the end of the week, students can vote for whose theme was the best, and the winner gets a plaque,” explained Geena, stroking my inner thighs idly.

“A plaque?  …that’s it?”

“That’s not it, Mike!  It’s not about the plaque… it’s about bragging rights,” said Geena, sounding a bit exasperated.

“Oh.  Right.  Those,” I agreed.  Her hands were distracting me.

“The Delta Theta Kappas are doing a Star Wars costume party.  …want to do a couples’ costume?”

I thought back to Halloween.  “Sure,” I said.  I was feeling pretty agreeable; the warm embrace of Geena’s body, the way I was sinking back into her breasts, made me feel sleepy and supple and open to suggestion.

Geena squeezed me, setting her chin on my shoulder.  “That’s great, because I had an amazing idea.”

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Two words: Slave Leia.”

I pictured Geena wearing a bronze bikini top, her boobs struggling to remain contained, the swell of each breast in its cup begging to be freed.  I imagined a long, red loincloth… perhaps one with a tent from her strap-on, lifting the thin material and begging for it to be pushed aside and used.  I imagined the long, pale line of Geena’s legs and the curves of her body.

I was immediately on board.  “That sounds hot.”

“It is!”

“You already got it?” I asked excitedly.

“I did.  Rosie has the outfits for us.  They’re very sexy.”

“For sure.  You’re going to look so hot.”

“It just barely covers everything.  It shows off a lot.  I bet everyone will be staring,” continued Geena.

“Absolutely,” I agreed enthusiastically, imagining heads turning as Geena stepped into the party, chest bouncing, loincloth fluttering along.  “And I’ll be Han, right?”

“It’s so iconic.  And suggestive.  You see it and you think, wow, there’s someone who really wants to submit,” continued Geena.

Wait a second.  That didn’t sound very Geena-like.

I tried to sit up, but Geena’s body was like a magnet to mine and I fell back against her chest.  “Geena?  Geena, I’m going to be Han, right?”

“I’ve got a Han costume, too.”

“For me, right?”

“I had Oz model the Leia costume for me already, and it’s seriously gorgeous.  Very provocative.  Leaves nothing to the imagination.”

“Wait, you had Oz model the Leia costume?  …Geena, please tell me you’re going to be Leia and I’m going to be Han?” I asked helplessly.  I could tell she was avoiding answering.  I think, by then, I already knew the answer.

“…well, the Leia costume is really meant to evoke the spirit of submissiveness,” said Geena.

I could feel my heart sinking.  “Don’t tell me that you’re going to be Han?”

“Look, Your Worshipfulness, let’s get one thing straight. I take orders from just one person: me,” quipped Geena.  A Han Solo quote.  From the one who was going as Han.

I put a hand over my face and groaned.  “Geena!  No!  No way!  I can’t wear a– a bikini and a skimpy little loincloth!  Everyone will look at me!”

“That’s kind of the idea, Mike.  …come on, you already agreed, and I already have the outfits, and they’re awesome.  Pleeeeeease?” begged Geena, reaching down to cup my crotch in her hand.  “Trust me, everyone goes all-out for Geek Week; it would be weirder if we didn’t go in costume.  And you do want to go… don’t you?”  She squeezed me and I felt myself stir in her grip. 

I did want to go.  Just… not in a bikini.  But I couldn’t stand the idea of showing up in jeans and a t-shirt, and how disappointed Geena would be wearing one-half of a couples’ costume.

“Okay,” I said reluctantly.  “But–”

“YAY!” squealed Geena, wrapping her legs around my waist and giving me a full-body hug from behind.  “This is a great idea, Mike!  You won’t regret it!”

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“I hope you know what you’re doing,” I said as I stared at myself in the mirror of Geena’s bedroom.  The bronze metal plates on my bare chest were as cold as the chain attached to the heavy collar around my neck.  I tried to arrange my loincloth so it covered more of my groin, but only managed to show even more leg.  The tiny strings holding it up on my hips felt like a gentle breeze could pull them away, exposing me to the world.

“Sometimes I amaze even myself,” said Geena, raking her fingers through the hair on my chest.  “We look great!  You’re very handsome, you know.”

“I look like a Wookie in drag.”

“Well, Han’s best friend is a Wookie, so that’s perfect!” said Geena brightly.  Geena, as usual, looked amazing.  The white shirt she was wearing perfectly hugged itself to her chest, which pushed open her little black vest, framing her breasts like a fine work of art.  Her pants were fitted, the belt angled to connect to a holster on one leg that jauntily carried a prop blaster.  Geena looked cool.

And I looked… well, naked.

Geena laced her fingers through mine.  “Come on, Mike.  Let’s go.  You’ll feel better once you see everyone else in costume.”

“Maybe,” I said doubtfully, wanting to believe her. 

She led me out of her apartment, and the moment I stepped out onto the walkway outside of her building, I felt more exposed than ever.  The loincloth was almost worse than being completely naked; it fluttered between my legs, teasing my cock and outlining it.  I shuffled awkwardly, trying to make the material hang normally so that it didn’t keep wrapping itself around me.

“Mike, stop fiddling,” scolded Geena as we set off toward Greek Row.

“The material is so– so silky.  Couldn’t you get anything heavier?” I asked helplessly, hitching up the tiny strings at my waist.

“That costume is screen accurate!  Gosh, I hope there’s a contest.  We’d totally win.”

I sighed, keeping myself close to Geena as we walked, feeling utterly revealed.  I definitely understood Leia’s humiliation better!  As for Geena, she had all of Han’s swagger as she strode across the campus, shooting little finger-guns at other students as they turned to stare at us.

When we got to the Delta Theta Kappa house, I felt at least a little bit better; I could see a couple of other Leias.

“Here’s where the fun begins,” said Geena, clapping her hands and rubbing them together.

“Promise not to disappear on me,” I said, clinging to her arm like a damsel in distress. 

“I think you just can’t bear to have a gorgeous guy like me out of your sight,” quipped Geena.

“Did you, like, memorize the entire movie?”

“Not on purpose,” said Geena.  “But, I mean… kinda.”  She laughed, and I felt a little bubble of anxiety inside of me loosen.  Geena’s laugh always did that.  If Geena was having fun then I could bear to wear the silly slave get-up for a little while.  And it wasn’t like I was the only one!

It was only once we’d climbed the front steps and entered the party that I realized I was the only guy dressed as slave Leia; there were other slave Leias, but they were all women, and they were definitely filling out the bikinis better than I was!

Geena had been right about the frat taking Geek Week seriously.  The entire first floor had been transformed to look like the Cantina, with a makeshift circular bar in the middle.  There was a live band dressed up as aliens, playing a familiar jazzy tune, and everyone there was in a costume.  From cloaked Jedis to people with elaborate face paint and alien prosthetics, I felt like I was stepping right into the Star Wars universe.  There was even a guy wearing a C-3P0 costume, his face painted gold, dancing the robot!

More of my anxiety loosened.  I was practically naked in a room full of people, but all the people there had a shared vision and I was part of it.

“This is cool,” I whispered.

“What was that?” asked Geena loudly.

“That is cool!” I said louder, to be heard over the music.  “Do you want me to get us drinks?”

“I thought you’d never ask!  Go get ‘em, Princess!” said Geena, giving my ass a slap.  I jumped; the thin material covering my ass absorbed none of the impact, and it was like being spanked bare-assed. 

I turned red as a few people looked over, grinning.  One of them flashed Geena a thumbs-up.

I hunched my shoulders and sidled over to the bar as the steel drums played over the chatter of the party.  Walking through the room was like going through a gauntlet; mysterious hands kept reaching out to tug on my chain, my collar, even my hips, clearly trying to steal a peek at what was underneath.  I slapped them away, mortified, hurrying to make it to the relative safety of the bar.

A couple moved aside; one of them was dressed as a more traditional Leia, with her hair done up in two brown swirls and a full white cloak.  Beside her, a Storm Trooper held his helmet under one arm, a drink in his opposite hand.  He had bright red hair.

“Corey?” I asked.

Corey turned.  “Oh, hey, Mike.  Wow, I had no idea you took costuming so seriously.  You look like a total babe.”  He elbowed me, winking.

“Aren’t you a little short for a Storm Trooper?” I shot back.

Corey laughed.  “You’re funny.  Have you met April?  April’s my date.  You two match!”

I looked down at my bare chest.  One of my legs had poked up from my loincloth, it had tugged to the side, showing off my entire thigh.  I envied April’s cloak.  I wish Geena had stuck cinnamon buns to my head and called it a day.

“Let me get you a drink,” said Corey, waving to the bartender.  “My treat.”

“Thanks, but I’m supposed to get one for Geena, too,” I said, turning.  Geena was standing in a gaggle of others, showing off her blaster and posing with it.  She was glowing with confidence; I took a moment to admire her.  I have to admit, she made a great Han Solo.

“I’ll get her one, too,” said Corey, waving his helmet above his head to get the bartender’s attention.  “Did you just get here?  Wait ‘til you see what Wendy’s wearing!”

“How did everyone get such crazy costumes?” I asked.

“Probably Rosie.  She works in the theater department, you know.  She’s the one who hooked me up with this armor, and she did Jackson’s Lando costume, too.”

I laughed.  “Jackson is wearing a cape?”

“A cape is just a full-body loincloth, if you think about it.  Are you wearing anything under that?” asked April curiously.

I felt my face warming.  I wasn’t, at Geena’s insistence.  “Umm– oh, look, there’s Rosie!  I better go say thanks for the costume!” I blurted, hurrying away without the drinks.

Across the room, Rosie was easy to spot.  She was the sexiest Boba Fett I’d ever seen, an olive-green chestplate showing off her midriff and cleavage, her utility belt hugging her hips and emphasizing her hourglass shape.  Her helmet was off and tucked under her arm just like Corey’s so that she could sip her cocktail; whatever it was was smoking and looked appropriately alien.

“Hi, Rosie,” I said.

Rosie’s face broke into a smile.  “Mike!  Well, don’t you look like a treat.  I bet Geena’s happy with the results.”

“Very happy,” I confirmed, looking over my shoulder.  The gold C-3P0 guy was taking her picture with a Polaroid camera; Geena was posing back-to-back with a Luke Skywalker, her blaster held up, a huge smile on her face.

“Good.  They say the clothes make the woman,” said Rosie, nodding smartly, her eyes scanning over her handiwork with pride.  Her sweeping gaze fell on someone and paused; she frowned. 

I followed her line of sight to see Harry, leaning against a wall, wearing jeans and t-shirt.  He stuck out like a sore thumb.

He looked up suddenly and saw me; he burst into laughter and ran over, slapping me on my bare shoulder.  “Princess!  What a great costume, man.  I’m pretty impressed that that loincloth is hiding your gigantic balls.”

I blushed bright red.  “It’s a costume party, Harry.  Where’s your costume?”

“I’m in costume.  I’m a Jedi in disguise,” said Harry.

Rosie reached out and pinched his ear; Harry yelped.  “Nope, nope, nope.  You’re coming with me right now; mister.  I think I have something for you in the back,” said Rosie strictly, dragging him away.

“See you, Harry,” I said, waving to him as he was hauled off.  I chuckled; Rosie would take care of him, I was sure.

Speaking of taking care of people, I still had to go get those drinks!  I shouldered my way back to the bar, hands covering my crotch; I didn’t trust my skimpy outfit to actually conceal me, especially not while I was moving through a crowd.  Several Lukes whistled and patted my back; I shrugged them off awkwardly. 

“Come on, sis!” called one.  “Let me buy you a drink!”

“No thanks, Luke,” I mumbled, fighting my way back to Corey.  I was relieved to see April had wandered off, and my friend Seth had taken her place.

Seth’s eyes raked over my body, chest to crotch.  “Ooh la la,” he said.  “You’re the best Leia I’ve seen all night, Mike.”

“Thanks.  I think,” I said, putting my elbows on the bar to secure my place there. 

“Shouldn’t Han and Chewie be with you?  Y’know, to protect you from the Hutt.”

“My Han’s over there,” I said, gesturing behind me.

Seth and Corey looked over at Geena; she’d found two other friends dressed as Leia, and had her arms around them.

“Uh-oh.  Looks like you’ve got some competition!” said Corey, sliding two drinks over to me.

“Don’t worry, you’re filling out that loincloth way better than they are,” said Seth dismissively, eyes flickering down to the not-so-subtle bulge between my legs.

“Er– thanks,” I mumbled, grabbing up the drinks.  “I better go serve these before the ice melts.”

I turned; someone at the bar whistled, I think in my direction.  I scampered off, loincloth flapping, ears warm with embarrassment.

“Geena!  I got the– oh!” I exclaimed, bumping suddenly into a wall of fur.

I staggered back, trying not to spill on myself, looking up in awe at the thick, brown, fur-covered Wookie in front of me.

It held up its paws in apology and gave a loud, guttural roar, then reached up and pulled off its head.  Inside the suit… was Wendy!

She shook her ginger hair out, panting.  Her face was flushed and shining with sweat.  “Oh my God, I did not think it was going to be so hot.  I wish I’d thought of wearing nothing, like you.”

“It was Geena’s idea,” I said, squirming a little in my outfit.  “Yours is– pretty crazy.”

“Thanks!” said Wendy, putting her arms around me and pulling me into a big, furry hug.  “Is she going as Han?  Oh my God, that is so iconic.  She’s always got the greatest ideas, and you’re always so supportive.  Where is she?”

“Over there.  I’ve been trying to get back, but, uh–” I said, glancing down at myself awkwardly.

“You need an escort?  C’mon, Princess.  I’ve got you,” said Wendy.  She pulled her Wookie hood back over her head and looped one of her huge, hairy arms in mine, shouldering through the crowd to get me back to Geena.

The crowd parted for Wendy, who stomped steadily forward, her bandolier clanking, and delivered me to Geena’s side without a single Luke reaching out to grope me.  It was such a relief; I wish I’d had a third drink to give to her!

“There you are!  I was just about to come check on you; you took a while,” said Geena, turning as Wendy growled to announce us.

“I’m getting a lot of weird attention from all the guys here dressed as Luke Skywalker,” I admitted as I passed her a drink.

Geena tsked and sipped from the rim of her glass.  “Well, that’s silly.  Everyone knows that Han and Leia end up together.”

“And Chewbecca,” said Wendy’s muffled voice from inside her Wookie head.

“What?!” I exclaimed, nearly spitting out my drink.

“We’re a package deal!” said Wendy, throwing an arm around Geena’s shoulders. 

Geena put her arm around Wendy, beaming.  “Yeah, Chewie is my ride-or-die guy!  Get with the program, Leia, sweetheart.”

“Are we even talking about the same movie?” I asked.

“Yeah, the extended release one,” said Wendy.

“Extended release?” repeated Geena, cocking an eyebrow and sliding her hand slowly up my thigh, threatening to part the loincloth.

I clamped a hand between my legs.  “Geena!” I hissed.

Geena slipped her arm around my waist, bumping our hips together.  “Come on, Mike, let’s go somewhere more private.  I want to show you my blaster.”

“…you’re not talking about the one in the holster, are you?” I asked.

Geena giggled and shook her head, pulling me across the floor.  Wendy followed with heavy, thudding steps.  I shuffled forward, embarrassed at everyone looking at me; I’d popped a semi and with the loincloth, my arousal was pretty obvious.  I kept my hands over my crotch, leaving Geena to lead me across the floor and toward the stairs.  Embarrassment aside, Geena’s sporty, cool little rogue outfit had me turned on, and her sensual touches knew exactly how to activate me.  If I didn’t rub one out, I knew I’d be doomed to lifting the loincloth all night.

The music from the Cantina faded as we tromped up the stairs to find a private room.  Wendy was still with us, like a huge, beastial bodyguard, and in a way I was grateful to have the two women escort me.  No one reached out to touch me; we found a quiet, abandoned lounge upstairs without any trouble, and Geena closed the door behind us, turning to stick out her holstered hip, placing her hands on her waist in a posture of command.

“So, Princess… do you want to thank us for saving you?” asked Geena, grinning.

I nodded numbly, glancing over at Wendy.  “Um, I have a question.”

“Is it about my Wookie nookie?” asked Wendy, voice still muffled by the huge, furry Wookie head.

I turned red; I had no idea how to answer.  That had been my question but the words had left my brain.

“Wookie– nookie,” I repeated blankly.

Geena laughed and reached down to unzip her pants.  “I packed a little surprise for you.  I didn’t think you’d be able to get through the whole evening without getting hard… but don’t worry, Leia.  I’m your humble servant, and I’m going to make sure you’re taken care of so that we can get back to the party.”

She wiggled her hips, shimmying her pants down, and a dildo sprang out.  She was packing, all right!  The strap-on harness sat on her hips, concealed by the belt and holster; once she pulled down her pants, the dildo popped out, thick and firm.  It was only four, maybe five inches, but I knew what Geena could do with it, and my cock hardened more at the sight of it, pushing out against the red cloth draped over my groin.

“Chewie?” asked Geena.

Wendy reached down with a furry mitten and pulled aside the material hanging between my legs, revealing my cock.  I was the same color as the cloth itself, embarrassed at the weird turn this night had taken, but also thrilled at its strange sensuality.  Geena strutted over and reached out to cuff my cock, pumping it; I felt my knees go weak and I grabbed Wendy’s arm for support, standing there while she jerked me off, sandwiched between the two women.

“Would a quickie help?” purred Geena.

“I think so,” I whispered, rocking my hips into her expert grip as she massaged my shaft.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

I sank to my knees, careful not to kneel on the long cloth of my costume, flipping the two long curtains aside to expose myself obediently.  Geena walked around behind me and knelt, putting one hand on my hip.  I heard a soft pop as she put a couple of fingers in her mouth and then pulled them out.  She reached between my legs to begin working her wet fingers around my hole, prepping it for its imminent penetration, gently opening up the ring of muscle there and making sure I was ready for her.

I sighed and relaxed at her familiar touch.  I made the mistake of glancing up; Wendy had gotten in front of me.

“…does Chewbacca have to watch?” I asked.

“Chewbacca is my canonical best friend.  Chewbacca stays,” said Geena firmly.  “…actually, considering Chewie and I are a package deal–”  She reached down briefly to cup my balls when she said package.  “–I think he ought to join.  What do you say, Chewie?”

Wendy roared affirmatively.

I turned red.  “How would that even work?”

“How do you think I pee in the costume?” asked Wendy, reaching down with one of her big paws.  I heard a zipper, and suddenly… a second dildo sprang out, nearly hitting me in the face!

I could only gasp in surprise. 

“Well, well, well.  Looks like the two of us had the same idea!” said Geena enthusiastically, reaching over my back and grabbing Wendy’s length to tug her forward.

“What–” I began.  I never finished; Geena pulled the dildo forward and pressed the tip to my lips, and without thinking, I opened my mouth, letting Wendy thrust it into my mouth.  A moment later I felt Geena put her hands on my hips and spread my cheeks, and then a second dildo entered me from behind.

I was pinned!  Both of my ends were filled, Geena holding me firmly as she worked her length deep inside me, and Wendy placing her heavy mitts on my head to ensure my mouth was full of her.  I sucked enthusiastically as Geena began rolling her hips, moaning loudly; Wendy waited a beat and then matched her rhythm, so that with every thrust into my ass, I was pushed forward onto her cock, back and forth, both dildos working in and out of me in sync.

I closed my eyes and gave myself up to being used, like a good slave; the collar and chain on my neck had never felt more appropriate.  The butterfly-soft caress of the loincloth, pulled aside, tickled my leg, but it was an afterthought now, my ass fully bared for Geena, my erection fully out and leaking with affection at the way Geena pegged me.

“Now this is what I call the royal treatment!” said Geena breathlessly, giving my ass a slap.  “Are you going to show me your gratitude, Princess?  Are you going to cum for me?”

“Mm-hm!” I agreed as I mouthed at Wendy’s strap-on, feeling it slide back and forth over my tongue.

Geena’s tempo increased a little with excitement; I knew she was enjoying this as much as I was, and could feel the sexual tension in her hands on my hips as she held them.

“That’s it… that’s my little rebel… are you ready?” asked Geena, nails digging into my skin.

“Mm-hm!”  I had never been more ready; my cock was going to explode.  All of the weirdness was only making everything hotter; the fullness of the two dildos working me over had gotten me right to the brink of release, and my cock was dribbling everywhere, flexing up in desperation every time Geena pressed herself into me and tapped my prostate.

“Alright… here it comes… the force!” exclaimed Geena, with a breathless laugh as she sank the full length of the dildo into me.  My body swallowed it greedily, and Geena shivered just as I did.  Both of us came, Geena bucking against me from behind, my cock spurting ropes of cum all over the floor (and, thankfully, missing the cloth of the loincloth!)

Wendy tossed her head back and roared, pushing her cock into my mouth and pressing herself into my face.  I sucked on it like I’d never sucked before, shaking with pleasure as I came, the two women on either side of me holding me up on their cocks.

Both of them sighed in simultaneously relief and eased back; one cock dropped from my mouth, and then the other slipped from my ass, leaving me feeling oddly empty and wrung out.  I was panting softly, limbs shaking.

Geena patted my ass and then flipped the loincloth back over my behind.

“That was great, Mike.”

“I definitely don’t think that happened in the movies.”

“…we’ll have to rewatch them to be sure.  You ready to go back down to the party?”

I rose unsteadily, watching as Wendy and Geena tucked themselves back into their costumes, concealing their secrets.  I smoothed down my garment, looking down.  My erection was fading and everything was a little less revealing now, but I felt weak.

“Maybe I’ll just… sit at the bar for a bit,” I said.

“Good idea.  You earned a break,” agreed Geena, slinging an arm around me.  “Come on, let’s go.”

Feeling satisfied, I let her lead me and Wendy out of the room and back down the stairs.  The party was in full swing and no one had noticed our brief interlude; I let Geena deposit me in a stool at the bar and order me a beer.  The cold drink hit the spot; despite wearing almost no clothing, I had worked up a real sweat!

“Oh my God, are you Han Solo?  That’s an amazing costume!  Let me get a picture!” exclaimed someone behind us, waving a camera. 

“Sure!” said Geena.  “Be right back, Mike.”  She turned away, pressing a kiss to my temple as I smiled dizzily at her, thinking about the cock tucked into her pants.  She really was in character.

Beside me, someone slid into an empty stool.  I did a double-take.  It was Harry, but he was wearing a teddy-bear hood with a little cloak over it.

I burst into laughter.  “Harry?  Oh my God… are you…?”

“An Ewok,” sighed Harry, slouching over the bar.  He glanced sideways at me.  “Wanna trade?”

I hid my mouth behind my hand, trying not to laugh.  “No.  No, I’m good.  This get-up is kinda growing on me.”  I thought about how easily Geena had pulled aside the thin strip of cloth covering my ass, how accessible it was, and my smile broadened.

“Yeah, it’s sexy!”  From behind me, a boisterous guy I didn’t know threw himself over my shoulders, knocking my drink and spilling it.  He was dressed in a tunic, but he wasn’t Luke Skywalker; I wasn’t sure who he was supposed to be.  His outfit was definitely a costume but nothing I recognized.  I didn’t really care enough to ask.  Not when he’d just pounced on me and knocked over my drink.

“Hey!” I exclaimed in annoyance, scrambling to right the glass.  But it was too late; beer was spreading everywhere.  The bartender tossed down a cloth over it, grumbling at the mess.

“Loosen up, slave, I’m just kidding,” said the guy, reaching around to touch my chest. 

I swatted his hands down.  “Get off me, man.”

“Stop being such a square, I’m just kidding around,” he insisted.  “Hey, bartender, can I get another shot?  Two shots, one for me, and one for the Princess here!  Look, I replaced your drink, no big deal, right?  Relax.”

“I don’t want a drink from you,” I snapped, but the bartender was already sliding a shot toward me, to replace my beer.  It was nice of him; I noticed he wasn’t serving the other guy, though. 

“Look, he already poured it.  Just take it,” insisted the guy, putting a hand on my shoulders and rubbing them.  “Hey, where’s my drink?”

“We don’t serve your type here,” said the bartender grouchily as he mopped up the spilled beer.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means quit messing with people; he already told you to stop,” snapped the bartender.

“Yeah, I said, get off.”  I tried to shrug the stranger away but he kept snaking his hands around my body to pluck and pull on the chain attached to my collar.

And then, from behind us, a booming voice explained: “You heard him.  Back.  Off.”

Me, Harry, and the guy I didn’t know turned; Geena was standing there, legs spread, hands on her hips, in a posture of pure dominance.  The chatter around us faded as people looked over.  Even the bartender froze.

The guy looked Geena up and down.  “What’re you gonna do about it?” he asked after a moment.  The room got even quieter.

Geena walked over slowly, looming over him; he shrank back a little, but didn’t budge from his spot beside me.  He was clearly drunk.

Geena reached out and picked up the shot he’d been pushing toward me.  “…you wanna know something about Star Wars?” asked Geena in a quiet voice.

“…what?” he whispered back.

“…Han… shot… first.”  And with that, she dumped the drink right down his chest!

Everyone gasped, then laughed; a few people at the bar began to applaud. 

The guy yanked away from me with a yelp of horror. 

“Hey!” shouted a voice behind us.

We turned; Eric, the frat house president, was pointing.  “You three.  Get out of here.”

“He was harassing my boyfriend,” said Geena.

“It’s true.  Mike told him to go away, like, three times,” chimed in Harry.

Eric looked conflicted, but a few other people at the bar were murmuring agreement.  Even the bartender chipped in: “He’s lucky she didn’t dump it on his head.”

“…alright.  Behave yourself, Solo,” said Eric, finally.  “Cole, go home.  I’ve told you before not to be a dick to people.”

Cole was already shoving through the crowd to leave, grumbling; no one seemed sad to see him go.

Geena slid into his vacated spot beside me, putting her arm around my shoulders, her face full of concern.  “Mike, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I said quickly.  “…I can’t believe you did that!”

“I saw him bothering some of the other Leias before.”

“I’m glad you said something,” said the bartender.  “Here’s a couple of drinks on the house.  …that was actually hilarious.  Han shot first… with an actual shot!”  He chuckled and slid us a couple of new drinks.  He leaned in to me.  “You hang on to her, man.  She’s a keeper,” he said to me.

I smiled and looked over at Geena.  “I love you,” I said, leaning my head onto her shoulder.

She put her arm around me and drew me close.  “I know.”

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