(( I should be working...
))
"I fly responsibly." Dragumand retorted under his breath. "It sure will be nice to be home for a bit." He agreed once they had made the jump to hyperspace. "Ooorrr we can report to the Jedi Temple like we are supposed to for a debrief..." Dragumand trailed off as it was clear Lielieja was completely ignoring him, already imagining shopping in the Old Galactic Market. She's probably thinking about some new sexy outfit she can add to her collection. Dragumand thought to himself.
It would be nice to go out though. It had been a while since he had been able to wear anything besides his Jedi robes. "I guess a bit of clubbing wouldn't hurt" He said, "We can always find a dealer that we can persuade to stop selling death sticks..." With that, Dragumand made sure to punch in his appartment landing pad as their destination and kicked back in his chair. It would be a much shorter flight with ship they had commandeered and he couldn't wait to get home.