Day 14 [1300 hrs.] The Fox and The Fool

Re: Day 14 [1300 hrs.] The Fox and The Fool

Reply #25 – May 19, 2020, 07:51:59 PM

[ Avi ] Attn: @Fife

Had t'laugh at the lass' offended glare at bein' called a wolf. Hey, he weren't t'know! Not 'xactly up on his damn xenozoology or nothin'. 'Foxy lady, then,' said with a grin. She asked for it.

Snowy was a good laugh, either which way; took his 'control freak' comment as intended, teasin' an' smilin' all the way, fakin' offence.

Offered up an easy smile, shrugged. Real hit with the ladies, huh? 'Ain't no accountin' for taste, miss.' Though was less 'taste' an' more 'insanity', 'f you asked him. Plus a dose'a dishonesty spicin' things up, a'course.

Christmas. What a damn mess.

Ended up near snortin' into his ale when Snowy went on one complainin' mirrors were put up too high. Thought of her havin' t'carry around an antigrav unit just so's she could see herself was bloody hilarious.

Talk moved on, Avi leanin' back an' sippin' while Snowy over there gave her opinion on Klingons. Not big into 'em, 'pparently, ain't never been t'Qo'noS or nothin'.

Leant back, shruggin'. 'Fair enough. Ain't everyone's cuppa. An' definitely ain't good for delicacy, Christmas. Laugh otherwise, though.' Knew where you was with Klingons, most of 'em leastways. Mo'Kai an' company not withstandin', a'course. Mostly straightforward otherwise. Good folks.

Was kinda a cop out question, askin' her where she'd wanna be. Classic ice breaker, smalltalk, that kinda bullshit. Not really his speed most days. 'Cept he was startin' t'get squiffed, ale gettin' t'him finally, an' needed t'give her a reason t'talk at him for a while.

B'sides, weren't like he didn't care what she'd say. Weren't a terrible question, far as 'em went.

She went serious with it, which he ain't expected. Kinda thought she'd bounce off with a laugh an' talk about some fun place she'd been once, givin' him a chance t'be all 'oh sounds good tell me more an' don't make me talk at you none for a sec'. Weren't t'be.

Never really been my own person, arright doc, we gettin' deep into it tonight. Mate. Both too drunk an' not drunk enough for this.

Least he didn't gotta say nothin'. Didn't press her on details when she started driftin' off. This one had skeletons taller'n her.

Earth was a good answer. Knew Earth. Still, no specifics? Was expectin' a story outta this, mate!

'Aw come on now, nowhere comes t'mind?' Rolled his eyes some. 'Arright, fine, just assume you're a fan'a fuckin', dunno, where's the shittest place on Earth? There. Gonna say we're goin' there. Mighty fine taste you got there, miss.' Chuckled into his drink.

Turned into a grin as she went off on Risian rituals an' whatever. 'Jamaharon? You wish. Don't gotta go gettin' folks drunk for that, them idiots'll fly halways across the quadrant just t'try it.'

She turned the question back on him, an' it took him a second t'even remember what it'd been in the first place. Where'd he wanna be? Christmas. Ain't that a one.

'Your quarters, a'course,' said slurrily, givin' it all the creep he got. Then, laughin': ''M jokin'! Was a joke, don't punch me, fucksake.'

First thing what came t'mind was fuckin' Paris. 'Course it was. 'Cept unless old Snowy Foxgirl over here was hidin' a time machine down her trousers, that ain't an option. Or least, wouldn't be all that much point to it.

So, sure. Qo'noS. Good as anywhere, right?

'Dunno,' he said instead. 'Bit of a shit question, if'm honest.' Lookin' her over. 'Wanna just get drunk instead?'

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