The smell hit her as soon as she opened the door. It was the stench of smoke and the sweat of hundreds of kinds of aliens. Without pausing she marched down the stairs and up to the bar. Only then did Rim turn around to see if anyone she knew was there. Further along the bar she could see Isshinryu and Princess Night having another one of their now infamous fights. Since they hadn't noticed her come in she decided to leave them alone til they'd finished screaming at one another. Ignoring the repeated insult of "pesky fly" she continued to glance round the 'tina but no one else she recognised was there. Rim turned back to the bar and ordered a whiskey. Just as the barman placed her drink down on the wooden top, Rim felt a hand on shoulder, spinning on her stool, her hand on the butt of her blaster, she looked behind her. Captain Jon Pike stood there, a big grin on his face and his arms open wide for a hug, Rim jumped up and with a grin like his obliged.

"Hey Jon. How's things?"

"Good Rim" he said and sat down on the stool next to hers. "How you been?"

"Pretty good, just wasting some time before I pick up some repulsor coils from Tosche Station."

The sound of a glass smashing against the back wall came from the end of the bar, Rim and Jon looked round in time to see Isshinryu storming out of the back door. Princess Night was standing, watching the water run down the wall, with a grin on her face. As she started up the bar towards them, the barman went to clear the glass from the floor. Rim stood up and gave her a hug, then they sat on ajoining stools.

"I take it you and Issh were having fun" Rim said with a smile.

"You know how me and him get when we're together." She grinned broadly. "How are you and Dash doing?"

Even in the gloom of the bar it was obvious Rim was blushing. "We're doing fine."

Jon finally took a took a seat and joined in the conversation. "I take it married life's fun then."

"We don't spend as much time together as I would like, our jobs keep us busy but other than that it's great."

A laugh came from the top of the stairs, shocking Jon, Rim and PN a little. "I still can't believe anyone actually wanted to marry her." At the top of the stairs stood Han Solo, his arms crossed, leaning against the wall.

Rim flashed him a broad sarcastic grin. "Well some men obviously have taste."

Han gave a small chuckle and walked down the stairs towards the bar. "No, some men just don't have a brain."

"Whatever."

Ignoring the company of the trio at the bar, Han sat down a few stools away from them. "Dash is a very unlucky man."

"No Han, some guys in here actually think of Rim as quite a catch" PN snapped.

Han just smirked again. "And some just see her as a major pain in the ass."

"Jealous Han?"

The trio laughed loudly as Hans face slowly turned red and his jaw set. "A guy like me has been with dozens of women better than her. A woman like Rim would drive me nuts within an hour." Without saying another word, he picked up the glass of ale that the barman had placed in front of him and stalked over to his booth. They'd managed to go too far as usual.

The noise level in the bar began to drop a little, Han was obviously pissed off and it was better to let him cool down for a while. In the next hour or so quite a number of people came in through the doors, Han watched with disgust as Rim leapt up and embraced many of them. Gradually Han paid more and more attention to his ale than to the door and so when he heard yet another set of footsteps come down the stairs he didn't even bother to lift his head. He heard Rim shouting to someone in a cheery voice at the bar but ignored it, Rim was always talking to her acquaintances that was. Only when a shadow fell onto his booth did he bother glancing up. The figure of a tall, well built man loomed over Han with a broad grin on his handsome face. A large canister of silly string was nestled in the palm of his hand. Stiletto had arrived. In two seconds flat Hans face turned from sulky into a broad lop sided grin. Well it did until it suddenly got a covering of lime green silly string.

Han bellowed in rage. "Stil!!!"

The shout echoed round the cantina and of course all the patrons at the bar turned and looked in the direction it came from. They all caught a clear view of Stil almost creased over in laughter at his creation and Hans face clad in the green goop. Swiping the silly string from his eyes, Han shot a crafty look in Stils direction. By this time most of the others had turned their attention back to their own conversations but Rim, still enjoying the vision of a silly string covered Han, caught a glimpse of Hans glance at Stil. The challenge had been made and it was food fight time!

From underneath the table Han extracted a bottle of maple syrup, standing quickly he poured the whole lot over Stils head. The syrup coated Stils hair and ran in little rivers over his face. His laughter slowly faded as Hans laughter began. The two men stood staring at each other until Han put his hands to his face to remove the silly string, then all hell broke loose. A number of items of dead seafood flew at Han hitting him in his chest and Rim, never one to miss the opportunity of a food fight, climbed onto the bar and started squeezing jets of cheese whizz in their direction. From past experience the others at the bar knew that it wasn't good to stand in open territory during a food fight. After all you could get splattered by a whole host of things. The patrons flew for whatever form of refuge they could find, behind the bar, under tables and in the rafters, leaving Rim standing on the bar and Han and Stil glaring at her from the booth.

As she saw the guys hands reaching for bulging pockets in their clothing, Rim let out a battle cry and leapt off the bar into a crouching position on the floor. The jets of cheese whizz spewing forth the whole time. Han and Stil gave Rim a pair of broad evil grins and splitting up they began to approach her from different directions. Rim gulped, them ganging up on her was bad news. Her glance flitted nervously between the slowly approaching men, she was in serious trouble.

Suddenly from the direction of the shadowy back door a war cry to rival Rims earlier one sounded. All three stopped still and looked at the door just in time to see Dreamer leave the doorway in a shoulder roll across the floor. She came up on her feet and immediately began firing splats of raw cookie dough at them. The element of surprise caused Stil, Han and Rim to freeze for precious seconds as the first globs of cooke dough slapped onto their bodies. However, they soon recovered and began dodging the shots. Then the unspeakable happened, the water pistol type gun that Dreamer had been using to shoot the dough was out of ammunition. A dry, clicking sound echoed round the room, even though obviously shocked Dreamer flashed them a grin before diving for cover. Han and Stil grinned and then began chasing after Dreamer, throwing oatmeal filled balloons in her direction. Rim took the opportunity and began squirting cheese whizz at the guys backs once more. On the other side of the men Dreamer was fighting back once more throwing custard pies at Han and Stil.

The guys decided to split up and make the match one on one, Stil continued chasing after Dreamer and Han angled back towards Rim. Then a small com link in Rims pocket started beeping. It was time for her to pick up the repulsor coils. As Han got within two meters of her, Rim made a break through the tables. She hit the stairs at full run with Han in hot pursuit. On her way out into the street, Rim almost crashed headlong into Leia. With a loud, breathless laugh Rim gave Leia a warning.

"Watch out for the old guy brandishing maple syrup." Then unceremonially dumped the almost empty can of cheese whizz into Leias hands just as Han burst out into the sunshine. Still laughing Rim jumped onto her speeder bike and blasted off towards Tosche Station. They'd have to finish the rest of the food fight without her.