DUCKYs || Midway|| Olan, Maddox & a TAC(throwaway char)
Aug 17, 2013 11:17:34 GMT -5
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Post by Olan Sinclair on Aug 17, 2013 11:17:34 GMT -5
FormlessElloquiy - guest player - TAC played = Jack Knox
Prodigal Aviator - Rem - played Thawnolan
Bound but Free - Tu - played Maddox
Getting our RP feet wet...
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Random crossing of paths at the infamous DUCKYs ... to be continued ...
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(Prodigal Aviator)
-=|DUCKYs was one of Olans favorite bars because it eas close to the ship-docks themselves and she'd had to run out of here a time or two; not that it was because of something she started but... well she tended to add to an already riled crowd whether she meant to or not. Speaking tongues to most because she wasn't from here-- literally, though she'd stopped telling people that after the fourth wave. People these days had a hard time wrapping their minds around the idea she was actually a pilot during the Exodus. As usual, the bar was pretty full, but not so much so you couldn't move without brushing elbows but there was only a table or two empty, if you could call old mugs and someone's jacket empty. The five-three Jack-pilot was on her second mug hustling a few regulars with old bar-tricks from beyond their time. The two who actually laid coin down thinking they could drink their shots faster than she could drink four mugs, were staring at her with unsure blinks while she swallowed what she sipped. |=- "Common, mopes like you should know better than to make a bet that sounds that easy... we know I win so pay up.. unless you want to watch me drink these mugs to prove the point." -=|The betting and opposing shot glass out of his reach under her mug which-- per the rules, he couldn't touch any more than she could touch his shot. He grumbled at his buddy and while they fished for the coin they owed her the 40 something (going on 300+) trapped in a teens body, turned her pale green eyes to see if there was another target somewhere she could buff her coffer on. From her vantage at the bar sitting furthest from the door she could see people walking in and the patrons already in their little groups of drunken debauchery. Card games, darts, drugs though most were decent enough not to do it in plain sight unless you counted the smoking. An herb similar to pot found on Earth though what you got from Javos was a lot more potent and she stayed away-- most of the time. The dim lighting challenged her ability to make out the details of those further back but she tried anyway out of curiosity and maybe hopes sake. When the two blokes had their coin held she turned to put them from the corner of her eye to the full focus of her vision and held her hand out like an expectant land-lord. Her free hand by-passed the brown leather vest she wore over the dirty white shirt and reached for a pouch clipped to the belt that held darker and dirtier leather pants like a second skin against her hips. It jingled a little from the nights wins but not as much as she wanted, as she followed their departure with her eyes and put the coin in the pouch she debated if she pulled those vibrant red locks out of that high pony-tail of hers it might help her distract the more intelligent and expand her mark window. Lifting a boot off the rungs of the stool she crossed one leg over the other and put the pouch back where it went scanning the room again. Was that an arm wrestling contest? She laughed to no one in particular and followed her earlier thought in letting her hair down, still sitting beside the three unfinished mugs and shot trapped. Whether or not she was going to drink all of them was yet to be determined, getting drunk was a terrible way to get peoples coin or goods and a great way to lose it! |=-[d]
(Bound but free)
::Maddox was born in the black, on the very ship she strolled off of alongside her Firstmate while her other crew filed out about them to do their dock digging. Except Eastwud, he said he wanted some alone time with the SWIFT to run some diagnostics while it was quiet and not being bumbarded by everyone else doing what they did. She loved it in the stars and always felt weird about stepping foot on ground, but this was a space station that was doing pretty well for itself. The goggle-eyed Captain took a deep breath of the docks before she nudged Jack with a smirk and turned her slightly glowing-behind-the-goggles-gaze toward him:: Drinking at Ducky's with me? ::Yeah, Maddox made it a question cause this was their freetime and far be it for her to monopolize! Even if she did enjoy their company (most of the time). Her five-six frame rocked wide hips under a tool belt of weird gagets and dohicky's that seemed a little heavier on the left side. The belt did nothing for her pants since they were apart of a faded and patched up green flightsuit she wore with "MADDOX" stitched over the left breast, a button taking the place of the "o" on sheer inginuity (laziness) and giving her name before anyone could ask. Or, more to the point, who assumed and who asked and who even noticed. With a lingering look he couldn't see, the Captain started walking anyway and let her grav boots trudge heavier than she was across the docks toward the bar in question with an apparent slight favor of her right leg. The flight suit did what it could to make her seem shapeless and her broad shoulders less apparent. Monkeying around ships before she could walk, she was likely to want in one (and win) at least one of those Arm Wrestling competitions if it was still going by the time she got there. As it was, the dark haired Saborian mused about a couple talking about a pair of guys loosing creds to a hot redhead. Sounded like the night was already shaping up to be a good one and she hadn't even had a drink yet! At least she got to work rolling her sleeves up and carelessly exposing the scars on her forearms. Joshua might be the most level-headed man on her ship, but she was remembering he could throw a few back when the occassion was convincing enough!::-d
(FormlessElliquiy)
It was supposed to be a ' break ' for the ebony skinned handy man. So much errands in the confined space of a spaceship could have its toll. Not that he complained about it , it was a refreshing change of scenery to mingle with the living , even when the threat of war was looming in the distance. Standing several inches higher than his captain , who seemed as eager to spend some time frolicking in mindless fun. He nodded to her suggestion. " Sure. I guess I should be ready to carry you back to the SWIFT when you're through. " Accenting his joke with a chuckle while he followed the goggled suited beauty. The way he followed would present the hint he was the body guard following his employer , in a sense he was around to protect her. Willingly though. Jack discarded his flight suit the moment he was informed he could roam free. A pair of slacks from back home , a red fitting shirt concealed under a jacket that was lazily left open. His eyes would hover over the captains voluptuous frame , yet quickly veering to capture the fleeting grumble of a duo who just left , cheated for money by a wicked redhead. It seems this night might hold more surprises than anticipated. The swarming whispers of the bar's tenants rendered the sound of his boots silent. People speaking to one another , each to an acknowledged peer. A disharmonic harmony of words exchanged between them yet colliding into meaningless murmurs when they pour into the jack's ears. Arm wrestling , and he can already see the excitement in the captain's protected gaze. He rolled his eyes , pondering her intentions. " You want to Arm Wrestle? Who's the unlucky bastard? " he mused playfully as he started towards the bar to bring them their first round of drinks. " And what do you like to savor while you break some wrists? "
(Prodigal Aviator)
-=|OLAN had seen more than most people in the At-verse could dream but she couldn't remember all of it and tried not to think about it as much anymore, new life and all... or not, she was still a Pilot; it was the only thing she knew how to do really or perhaps thought she could do. For her, wearing her hair down wasn't just a ploy for looks it gave her the grace to remove the choker she wore to hide the pilot-port on the nape of her neck that wierded most people out. Who could blame them?! It felt good to let her neck breathe and she pocketed the choker in her vest as she watched a duo walk in. The darker skinned man with the stunning eyes and pretty mouth got her attention first and his posture made her look back at the woman he was with. Thawnolan wasn't an expert at anything other than flying really but, she had thoughts and without being conscious of it she voiced them in a relaxed absent minded mumble. |=- .. she don't really look like she's need'n security.. is she? Maybe that's the point, double reason not to tip'n glass... wonder why she's wear'n them gog's, barely not much light as is... she blind? She don't look blind to me... Hey Kurt! -=| She shouted looking over her shoulder back to the Barkeep who was perhaps the only constant for DUCKYs other than the name. He knew to ignore her babble and assumed-- like most, she'd spent too much time in the black by herself, which wasn't entirely untrue. |=- They regulars? I don't remember seeing them. -=| To which he reminded her she wasn't in here as often as she thought she was and it didn't surprise him if she didn't recall ever seeing them, though she wasn't entirely dumb to the fact he hadn't entirely answered her question either. His answer to that, before she could ask, was to point at the drinks on the bar like she was wasting them, or his bar-space, maybe his mugs she wasn't sure and by the time she finished thinking about it looking at the mugs he'd pointed to, his point was made and he was no longer standing there for her to ask questions. |=- Fucking slag-ass skag of a port scrubber... -=| She huffed and picked up her ale with a twist of her lips and a turning gaze of green back to find the two she'd lost track of getting distracted by Kurk. Red brows shot high when she instantly saw the protector headed toward the bar with an amused look which was like a cotangent in making her smile-- even if his amusement wasn't to or from her. Olan wouldn't allow the man to place his order just yet, heading him off by hopping off her stool and sliding the two remaining mugs toward his trajected intersection with the bar. They sloshed a little, the ale but not enough to splash much over the edges and with her own mug in hand she held it up toward the unknown man-- glancing past him to the woman as she spoke. Her youthful voice carried with it the weight of her age most never heard through the chipper conviction. |=- Drinks for names, I bet you're a Marcus or something huh? -=| Wrong, but like it mattered, she never knew what to say to people so she said what ever came to mind, good or bad and hoped for the best. They were fresh meat which meant potential target but they were a bit hard to read in that department-- well, that and she wasn't as good at hustling as she thought she was either. |=-[d]
( Bound but free )
::He wasn't the only one who got a chuckle out of that thought. Carrying her to her ship...waiting until her laughter mused to an incredulous smile that had an amused lilt to it, the Captain quipped back at him, over her shoulder.:: I better be injured or unconscious before you start with the carry'n. ::Yeah, she was joking, but she meant it to, a Captain has to have SOME pride. Still, she was glad he was joining her because two sets of senses were better than one, even if her's are pretty nifty; being a mixed-blood (quietly shunned by the majority) still had it's advantages. As they stepped inside the bar and the conversations had to be tuned out into a white-noise she could bare, there was a set of eyes and interest on them that made the hairs on the nap of her neck stand on end. Being hyper-aware did that sometimes but the attention was gone before she could pin it down. Oh well- Oh! Arm Wrestling! Yes, she got excited about it because it was fun when a man makes a scene about not hurting a girl only to get beat by her. Never ceased to make the Capt'n laugh. Although, she immediately furrowed her brows into the tops of the goggles covering her unusual eyes from sight and opened her mouth to defend her bone-breaking honor. Only she couldn't... cause there was that one time. Biting the inside of her cheek instead, Maddox bowed her chin in acknowledgement and shrugged her shoulders, deciding she wanted a drink first and following him toward the bar. The attention was back and the Saborian with the long braid down her back turned her goggles to the woman with slightly sloshing mugs of ale approaching them. Joshua seemed to be infront of her from the woman's angle and Maddox made no attempt to move around him, peering from around his body rather curiously as that was a new one for her. Drinks for names, eh? The Warlord and Clan Leader in her immediately thought poisoned but she let her eyes glow under the goggles unseen as she invoked her second sight to check the womans aura and conscious motives. Cheating , maybe, but she had to be careful. Some folks liked to use Verdona to snag unsuspecting folks for the slave trade and this Tit seemed perfect bait for the hook.:: Any names or specific names? ::She asked like a smart-ass, grinning and not making a reach for the mugs.:: ((cat distraction! my b-done))
(FormlessElliquiy)
It was all turning to a normal scene. All flowing smoothly until interrupted by a redheaded woman who seemed too hospitable ,and yet so eccentric with her entry to his personal space. Within enemy territory , and a beautiful dame out of the blue offering free beverages. Nope , that was very assuring. And Joshua slowly recalled that the trickster was a redhead. His gaze descending to dive into the green orbs of the lady. His smile curved wickedly. His captain's inquiry toned down his alarmed stance , and his shoulders eased before the curious woman. " The dolphin and the scuba diver. What would it cost us to get to a stool? " Joshua did not want to make a scene. And somehow intrigued by the woman. A striking beauty taking interest in them both when she can see they are together , without the blatant implication to their affinity , it was still interesting. Tricksters usually fished for poor saps who were single. Apparently this lady played by different rules. His chocolate brown irises flickered as he continued towards the bar. The last thing the jack would do is pick up a drink from a stranger. Even if served under her flat naval or curvy hips , he's far too aware of their ' political situation ' to indulge in these perverted thoughts. He slipped his large figure unto a stool and put his arm up for the bartender. " Scotch , on the rocks. " Did they even serve that here? Hell if he know. He could settle for water if worse come to worse. Both stools on each side were vacant. Waiting for his captain to conquer one with her curvy form. His rigid digits tapping over the wooden surface of the bar. Looking over his shoulders to observe the redhead. (done)
(Prodigal Aviator)
-=| WHITE was the aura of the little pilot in a slow pulsing manner likely attributed to her making and the tech inside her. Most of the time no one knew but when it was cold her titanium spine tended to groan more, she wasn't a fan of the cold much anymore-- brought a whole new perspective on chill up her spine. Olan was relieved the woman came too because she wasn't sure the handsome man by himself wouldn't give her a panic attack saying something too smooth for her not to get tongue tide over or act like the youth she appeared to be. Cryo-stunting wasn't the only stunting the jack-pilot suffered from. Thawnolan didn't always make direct eye contact but not being able to watch the other woman's gaze wasn't something she liked she noticed; brows furrowing a twitch with the thought before Maddox's question interrupted it. It gave her the excuse to look away when he gazed down to meet her curiously wandering eyes. She saw him relax some from the corner of her vision before his answer turned her eyes back up to him in a dart that came with a hesitation side-glance elsewhere. She answered them both at the same time with an amused but almost coy smile. |=- Honestly doesn't matter, I'm terrible with names... but it seemed a better thing t'ask then where youz were docked. I don't own the stools, ask Ken. -=| She said thumbing over her shoulder at the Bartender who was already looking at them curious if she was being a bother or they wanted something. He was a white haired man who some how managed to look apologetic without actually looking sorry when he approached-- they made the choice to engage the redhead afterall. He would of course get the Scotch, yes they had it, looking to the goggled woman for her order if she had one before doing so. Olan bounced her green eyes between them so fast it was like to make some dizzy but never the same area, like she was comparing them to each other in some way for some reason. The.. she didn't know which one he was supposed to be.. the dolphin? Dolphins she knew didn't wear goggles, Olan watched him sit on a stool before slinging her eyes back to the woman with lifted brows and and shrug. |=- I probably wouldn't accept a drink from me either... soz, this a two person club I have no chance of get'n membership for? -=|She didn't need to be hyper-aware to tell they had a bond of sorts, a partnership she'd forgotten what felt like personally but was elated she could still recognize it. Her pink lips were stuck in the grin even as she lifted her mug and leaned against the bar, still standing, and took a few long swallows. Once more her eyes returned to that bounce betwixt them but this time more slowly like the tick of a second hand on a watch-- yes they still had those, specialty item she was still hunting for. She wasn't sure which one would answer and might have said she wanted them both to if she hadn't been drinking then. Perhaps it was a good thing they left her the other two mugs. |=-[d]
Prodigal Aviator - Rem - played Thawnolan
Bound but Free - Tu - played Maddox
Getting our RP feet wet...
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Random crossing of paths at the infamous DUCKYs ... to be continued ...
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(Prodigal Aviator)
-=|DUCKYs was one of Olans favorite bars because it eas close to the ship-docks themselves and she'd had to run out of here a time or two; not that it was because of something she started but... well she tended to add to an already riled crowd whether she meant to or not. Speaking tongues to most because she wasn't from here-- literally, though she'd stopped telling people that after the fourth wave. People these days had a hard time wrapping their minds around the idea she was actually a pilot during the Exodus. As usual, the bar was pretty full, but not so much so you couldn't move without brushing elbows but there was only a table or two empty, if you could call old mugs and someone's jacket empty. The five-three Jack-pilot was on her second mug hustling a few regulars with old bar-tricks from beyond their time. The two who actually laid coin down thinking they could drink their shots faster than she could drink four mugs, were staring at her with unsure blinks while she swallowed what she sipped. |=- "Common, mopes like you should know better than to make a bet that sounds that easy... we know I win so pay up.. unless you want to watch me drink these mugs to prove the point." -=|The betting and opposing shot glass out of his reach under her mug which-- per the rules, he couldn't touch any more than she could touch his shot. He grumbled at his buddy and while they fished for the coin they owed her the 40 something (going on 300+) trapped in a teens body, turned her pale green eyes to see if there was another target somewhere she could buff her coffer on. From her vantage at the bar sitting furthest from the door she could see people walking in and the patrons already in their little groups of drunken debauchery. Card games, darts, drugs though most were decent enough not to do it in plain sight unless you counted the smoking. An herb similar to pot found on Earth though what you got from Javos was a lot more potent and she stayed away-- most of the time. The dim lighting challenged her ability to make out the details of those further back but she tried anyway out of curiosity and maybe hopes sake. When the two blokes had their coin held she turned to put them from the corner of her eye to the full focus of her vision and held her hand out like an expectant land-lord. Her free hand by-passed the brown leather vest she wore over the dirty white shirt and reached for a pouch clipped to the belt that held darker and dirtier leather pants like a second skin against her hips. It jingled a little from the nights wins but not as much as she wanted, as she followed their departure with her eyes and put the coin in the pouch she debated if she pulled those vibrant red locks out of that high pony-tail of hers it might help her distract the more intelligent and expand her mark window. Lifting a boot off the rungs of the stool she crossed one leg over the other and put the pouch back where it went scanning the room again. Was that an arm wrestling contest? She laughed to no one in particular and followed her earlier thought in letting her hair down, still sitting beside the three unfinished mugs and shot trapped. Whether or not she was going to drink all of them was yet to be determined, getting drunk was a terrible way to get peoples coin or goods and a great way to lose it! |=-[d]
(Bound but free)
::Maddox was born in the black, on the very ship she strolled off of alongside her Firstmate while her other crew filed out about them to do their dock digging. Except Eastwud, he said he wanted some alone time with the SWIFT to run some diagnostics while it was quiet and not being bumbarded by everyone else doing what they did. She loved it in the stars and always felt weird about stepping foot on ground, but this was a space station that was doing pretty well for itself. The goggle-eyed Captain took a deep breath of the docks before she nudged Jack with a smirk and turned her slightly glowing-behind-the-goggles-gaze toward him:: Drinking at Ducky's with me? ::Yeah, Maddox made it a question cause this was their freetime and far be it for her to monopolize! Even if she did enjoy their company (most of the time). Her five-six frame rocked wide hips under a tool belt of weird gagets and dohicky's that seemed a little heavier on the left side. The belt did nothing for her pants since they were apart of a faded and patched up green flightsuit she wore with "MADDOX" stitched over the left breast, a button taking the place of the "o" on sheer inginuity (laziness) and giving her name before anyone could ask. Or, more to the point, who assumed and who asked and who even noticed. With a lingering look he couldn't see, the Captain started walking anyway and let her grav boots trudge heavier than she was across the docks toward the bar in question with an apparent slight favor of her right leg. The flight suit did what it could to make her seem shapeless and her broad shoulders less apparent. Monkeying around ships before she could walk, she was likely to want in one (and win) at least one of those Arm Wrestling competitions if it was still going by the time she got there. As it was, the dark haired Saborian mused about a couple talking about a pair of guys loosing creds to a hot redhead. Sounded like the night was already shaping up to be a good one and she hadn't even had a drink yet! At least she got to work rolling her sleeves up and carelessly exposing the scars on her forearms. Joshua might be the most level-headed man on her ship, but she was remembering he could throw a few back when the occassion was convincing enough!::-d
(FormlessElliquiy)
It was supposed to be a ' break ' for the ebony skinned handy man. So much errands in the confined space of a spaceship could have its toll. Not that he complained about it , it was a refreshing change of scenery to mingle with the living , even when the threat of war was looming in the distance. Standing several inches higher than his captain , who seemed as eager to spend some time frolicking in mindless fun. He nodded to her suggestion. " Sure. I guess I should be ready to carry you back to the SWIFT when you're through. " Accenting his joke with a chuckle while he followed the goggled suited beauty. The way he followed would present the hint he was the body guard following his employer , in a sense he was around to protect her. Willingly though. Jack discarded his flight suit the moment he was informed he could roam free. A pair of slacks from back home , a red fitting shirt concealed under a jacket that was lazily left open. His eyes would hover over the captains voluptuous frame , yet quickly veering to capture the fleeting grumble of a duo who just left , cheated for money by a wicked redhead. It seems this night might hold more surprises than anticipated. The swarming whispers of the bar's tenants rendered the sound of his boots silent. People speaking to one another , each to an acknowledged peer. A disharmonic harmony of words exchanged between them yet colliding into meaningless murmurs when they pour into the jack's ears. Arm wrestling , and he can already see the excitement in the captain's protected gaze. He rolled his eyes , pondering her intentions. " You want to Arm Wrestle? Who's the unlucky bastard? " he mused playfully as he started towards the bar to bring them their first round of drinks. " And what do you like to savor while you break some wrists? "
(Prodigal Aviator)
-=|OLAN had seen more than most people in the At-verse could dream but she couldn't remember all of it and tried not to think about it as much anymore, new life and all... or not, she was still a Pilot; it was the only thing she knew how to do really or perhaps thought she could do. For her, wearing her hair down wasn't just a ploy for looks it gave her the grace to remove the choker she wore to hide the pilot-port on the nape of her neck that wierded most people out. Who could blame them?! It felt good to let her neck breathe and she pocketed the choker in her vest as she watched a duo walk in. The darker skinned man with the stunning eyes and pretty mouth got her attention first and his posture made her look back at the woman he was with. Thawnolan wasn't an expert at anything other than flying really but, she had thoughts and without being conscious of it she voiced them in a relaxed absent minded mumble. |=- .. she don't really look like she's need'n security.. is she? Maybe that's the point, double reason not to tip'n glass... wonder why she's wear'n them gog's, barely not much light as is... she blind? She don't look blind to me... Hey Kurt! -=| She shouted looking over her shoulder back to the Barkeep who was perhaps the only constant for DUCKYs other than the name. He knew to ignore her babble and assumed-- like most, she'd spent too much time in the black by herself, which wasn't entirely untrue. |=- They regulars? I don't remember seeing them. -=| To which he reminded her she wasn't in here as often as she thought she was and it didn't surprise him if she didn't recall ever seeing them, though she wasn't entirely dumb to the fact he hadn't entirely answered her question either. His answer to that, before she could ask, was to point at the drinks on the bar like she was wasting them, or his bar-space, maybe his mugs she wasn't sure and by the time she finished thinking about it looking at the mugs he'd pointed to, his point was made and he was no longer standing there for her to ask questions. |=- Fucking slag-ass skag of a port scrubber... -=| She huffed and picked up her ale with a twist of her lips and a turning gaze of green back to find the two she'd lost track of getting distracted by Kurk. Red brows shot high when she instantly saw the protector headed toward the bar with an amused look which was like a cotangent in making her smile-- even if his amusement wasn't to or from her. Olan wouldn't allow the man to place his order just yet, heading him off by hopping off her stool and sliding the two remaining mugs toward his trajected intersection with the bar. They sloshed a little, the ale but not enough to splash much over the edges and with her own mug in hand she held it up toward the unknown man-- glancing past him to the woman as she spoke. Her youthful voice carried with it the weight of her age most never heard through the chipper conviction. |=- Drinks for names, I bet you're a Marcus or something huh? -=| Wrong, but like it mattered, she never knew what to say to people so she said what ever came to mind, good or bad and hoped for the best. They were fresh meat which meant potential target but they were a bit hard to read in that department-- well, that and she wasn't as good at hustling as she thought she was either. |=-[d]
( Bound but free )
::He wasn't the only one who got a chuckle out of that thought. Carrying her to her ship...waiting until her laughter mused to an incredulous smile that had an amused lilt to it, the Captain quipped back at him, over her shoulder.:: I better be injured or unconscious before you start with the carry'n. ::Yeah, she was joking, but she meant it to, a Captain has to have SOME pride. Still, she was glad he was joining her because two sets of senses were better than one, even if her's are pretty nifty; being a mixed-blood (quietly shunned by the majority) still had it's advantages. As they stepped inside the bar and the conversations had to be tuned out into a white-noise she could bare, there was a set of eyes and interest on them that made the hairs on the nap of her neck stand on end. Being hyper-aware did that sometimes but the attention was gone before she could pin it down. Oh well- Oh! Arm Wrestling! Yes, she got excited about it because it was fun when a man makes a scene about not hurting a girl only to get beat by her. Never ceased to make the Capt'n laugh. Although, she immediately furrowed her brows into the tops of the goggles covering her unusual eyes from sight and opened her mouth to defend her bone-breaking honor. Only she couldn't... cause there was that one time. Biting the inside of her cheek instead, Maddox bowed her chin in acknowledgement and shrugged her shoulders, deciding she wanted a drink first and following him toward the bar. The attention was back and the Saborian with the long braid down her back turned her goggles to the woman with slightly sloshing mugs of ale approaching them. Joshua seemed to be infront of her from the woman's angle and Maddox made no attempt to move around him, peering from around his body rather curiously as that was a new one for her. Drinks for names, eh? The Warlord and Clan Leader in her immediately thought poisoned but she let her eyes glow under the goggles unseen as she invoked her second sight to check the womans aura and conscious motives. Cheating , maybe, but she had to be careful. Some folks liked to use Verdona to snag unsuspecting folks for the slave trade and this Tit seemed perfect bait for the hook.:: Any names or specific names? ::She asked like a smart-ass, grinning and not making a reach for the mugs.:: ((cat distraction! my b-done))
(FormlessElliquiy)
It was all turning to a normal scene. All flowing smoothly until interrupted by a redheaded woman who seemed too hospitable ,and yet so eccentric with her entry to his personal space. Within enemy territory , and a beautiful dame out of the blue offering free beverages. Nope , that was very assuring. And Joshua slowly recalled that the trickster was a redhead. His gaze descending to dive into the green orbs of the lady. His smile curved wickedly. His captain's inquiry toned down his alarmed stance , and his shoulders eased before the curious woman. " The dolphin and the scuba diver. What would it cost us to get to a stool? " Joshua did not want to make a scene. And somehow intrigued by the woman. A striking beauty taking interest in them both when she can see they are together , without the blatant implication to their affinity , it was still interesting. Tricksters usually fished for poor saps who were single. Apparently this lady played by different rules. His chocolate brown irises flickered as he continued towards the bar. The last thing the jack would do is pick up a drink from a stranger. Even if served under her flat naval or curvy hips , he's far too aware of their ' political situation ' to indulge in these perverted thoughts. He slipped his large figure unto a stool and put his arm up for the bartender. " Scotch , on the rocks. " Did they even serve that here? Hell if he know. He could settle for water if worse come to worse. Both stools on each side were vacant. Waiting for his captain to conquer one with her curvy form. His rigid digits tapping over the wooden surface of the bar. Looking over his shoulders to observe the redhead. (done)
(Prodigal Aviator)
-=| WHITE was the aura of the little pilot in a slow pulsing manner likely attributed to her making and the tech inside her. Most of the time no one knew but when it was cold her titanium spine tended to groan more, she wasn't a fan of the cold much anymore-- brought a whole new perspective on chill up her spine. Olan was relieved the woman came too because she wasn't sure the handsome man by himself wouldn't give her a panic attack saying something too smooth for her not to get tongue tide over or act like the youth she appeared to be. Cryo-stunting wasn't the only stunting the jack-pilot suffered from. Thawnolan didn't always make direct eye contact but not being able to watch the other woman's gaze wasn't something she liked she noticed; brows furrowing a twitch with the thought before Maddox's question interrupted it. It gave her the excuse to look away when he gazed down to meet her curiously wandering eyes. She saw him relax some from the corner of her vision before his answer turned her eyes back up to him in a dart that came with a hesitation side-glance elsewhere. She answered them both at the same time with an amused but almost coy smile. |=- Honestly doesn't matter, I'm terrible with names... but it seemed a better thing t'ask then where youz were docked. I don't own the stools, ask Ken. -=| She said thumbing over her shoulder at the Bartender who was already looking at them curious if she was being a bother or they wanted something. He was a white haired man who some how managed to look apologetic without actually looking sorry when he approached-- they made the choice to engage the redhead afterall. He would of course get the Scotch, yes they had it, looking to the goggled woman for her order if she had one before doing so. Olan bounced her green eyes between them so fast it was like to make some dizzy but never the same area, like she was comparing them to each other in some way for some reason. The.. she didn't know which one he was supposed to be.. the dolphin? Dolphins she knew didn't wear goggles, Olan watched him sit on a stool before slinging her eyes back to the woman with lifted brows and and shrug. |=- I probably wouldn't accept a drink from me either... soz, this a two person club I have no chance of get'n membership for? -=|She didn't need to be hyper-aware to tell they had a bond of sorts, a partnership she'd forgotten what felt like personally but was elated she could still recognize it. Her pink lips were stuck in the grin even as she lifted her mug and leaned against the bar, still standing, and took a few long swallows. Once more her eyes returned to that bounce betwixt them but this time more slowly like the tick of a second hand on a watch-- yes they still had those, specialty item she was still hunting for. She wasn't sure which one would answer and might have said she wanted them both to if she hadn't been drinking then. Perhaps it was a good thing they left her the other two mugs. |=-[d]