The lumina-bar in the dance room had burnt out for the third time in a month.
Llu Jr., assistant manager of Llu's VictualTainmenTeria, needed the bar replaced. For the third time this month he called in Bootsi to do the deed.
"C'mon Llu-2!!" Bootsi exclaimed in that buzzy little whine of hers, "how many of these stupid bars do we have to go through before you and your patrifactor get the watt-wires in this place FIXED?!!"
Llu Jr. said nothing. His left head just grinned that stupid, one-eyed grin while his right head ran it's own hungry, lustful eye over Bootsi's curvaceous frame.
"Don't worry Bootsi", Left-head sneered. "Papa has assured me that it's not the watt-wiring, but the lumina-bars. Seems we got a substandard shipment, but we paid for them already, so we're just gonna have to keep using them until they run out."
Still, Bootsi found it strange that these lumina-bars seemed to always burn out once a week, and always on the Day of Two Suns.
"Y'know, I WAS busy. I have customers at my tables and Llu-One has assigned me to be the schlep-girl for to-go orders for the remainder of the week! I'm not the only employee who can antigrav, y'know."
"This is true", retorted Llu Jr.,"but, Arnak and Zenji are both on break, and Darvena's out sick."
Darvena's ALWAYS out sick, thought Bootsi bitterly, though she didn't articulate it. She did, however refer to Llu jr and his father as "cheaplings" who needed to uncoil the deathgrip on their currency sheaths and spring for a new gravladder.
She took the lumina-bar from Llu jr's sweaty hands and began to vibrate her wings. A low hum filled the room as she lifted off and flew the seventeen feet to the dance room's ceiling.
She still couldn't figure out why she was always picked to fly up and change these insipid things, or why they always burnt out on the Day of the Two Suns.
Llu Jr stared after her as she took flight. He had a "thing" for mammaliens in general, and Apinoids in particular. He found Bootsi especially sexy. She may have been warm-blooded, but he was sure if given the chance he'd "rock her galaxy", as the Earthcreatures used to say.
The truth of the matter was that the lumina-bars weren't substandard. In fact, according to interplanetary marketing research, that brand, Qerll-Dazikk Lumina-bars were some of the best on the market.
Llu jr just loved watching Bootsi's bottom as she flew up high. It was only overhearing a conversation between Bootsi and her best friend, Annex that he found out that she had a superstition... wearing undergarments on the Day of the Two Suns was something she considered bad luck. Biding his time, Llu Jr. plotted and schemed. His father put him in charge of the employee dress code, and thus, every Day of the Two Suns, the wait staff had to wear their uniform skirts.
He splice-wired an overload circuit into the Dance Room that could be activated from his office. Now, once a week, he was in his own personal perverted heaven as Bootsi changed the lumina-bar and he stood, staring up her skirt at her bare ass and vagina as she busily hovered around the light fixture. He was so preoccupied, he didn't even realize that at that moment, Bootsi had just worked his whole plot out in her head and was now very angry.
He didn't hear her curse him and call him an awful name. (Not that he would have understood it anyway, as her fumbling with the lumina-bar caused a slight feedback in the overload circuit, which momentarily glitched the translator circuit for the restaurant. While she spat her half-whispered curse in her native Apinoid lingo, some poor Sleth tourist out on the restaurant floor, as the translator rebooted, unwittingly ordered Martian boot-lace stew with a side of asbestos-covered EarthGoat nipples.)
Llu jr. didn't even see the old, blown lumina-bar coming as it "accidentally" slipped from Bootsi's fingers and plummeted toward his heads.

Lights OUT.