RP: Cirrus Station [Episode 6] Sunny Side Up

A smirk crept across his face, a knowing grin, one that experienced barflies know well. Imminent victory. He took another swing as he stepped inside Claire's room, over the threshold and into uncharted territory. He glanced around the room, eyes settling on a pair of short tumbler glasses, resting upside down on a tray next to a bucket of ice. Closing the door, he walked across the room.

"Oh, I'm sure we can work out a price we'll both find... agreeable," he said, setting the glasses upright and dropping a few ice cubes into each one before topping them up with a generous amount of liquor.

"Though for such a ravishingly beautiful woman such as yourself, the first is on the house."

Claire seemed instantly pleased with the prospect of a drink already. She smiled and took the glass offered and drank almost half of it instantly. She really missed her liquor, apparently. After she swallowed it, she let out a satisfied 'ah'. "Hm... thank you, dear. I needed that. And thank you for the compliment." She chuckled slightly.

That having been said, she strode over to the ID-SOL, stopping mere inches away from him. "I think you'll find I'm rather agreeable to many things. I'm sure you've got plenty in mind, so I'll let you call the shots on that... Don't worry about me though, I'm very grateful." If Claire got any less subtle, she'd be closing those few inches already.

Stovaa downed his drink in one, reaching for a refill while Claire spoke to him.
"You're welcome. The barman said he didn't serve whiskey by the jugful, but then I stood up. It's amazing what you get when you're over seven feet tall..."

He gave the Geshrin a top-up and ran his eyes up and down her body, noting how wet her clothes were.

"I didn't have anything in mind, but a few things are cropping up." Sip, he took a gentle sip of whiskey, pacing himself. Having to go for a refill would kill the mood here a bit, he mused to himself. "Rain came down bloody heavy, eh? Wasn't expecting that on a 'paradise' vacation."

Another sip, a step closer to her, lowering his voice. "You might want to change out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold, Claire. Don't worry, I won't peek too much..."

"Aye." Cyril said simply, watching Kaz swim off down the beach. For a split second, he felt like decking Noboru. If he had pushed her into doing something stupid... But all that betrayed that thought was a momentary clench of his fist, a slight twitch of his tail. "Aye, that's prolly for the best."

"You go on ahead, I'll catch up in a sec." Cyril said, clapping the taller Yamataian in the back. Maybe just a little bit harder then was strictly necessary. Cyril kicked himself mentally right afterward. He was more pissed at himself then Noboru, he didn't have to take it out on him. The man had only been here for two weeks. "Need to clear me head." Cyril added, taking a deep breath.

Once Noboru had left, Cyril sat down heavily on the beach chair the Yamataian had abandoned. Barely noticing the rain anymore, he simply stared out over the water. After a moment, he spat off to the side. "What a fucking brilliant start to the weekend."

"I bet you say that to every woman you meet." Claire chuckled in response to Stovaa's comment about using his size to get what he wanted out of the barkeep. She drank down the other half of her glass and handed it to him for him to refill it.

"True. It would suck to be sick on what looks like a very rare vacation." Claire waltzed on over to the one bit of luggage she did pick up and go with. (The concierge would take care of the rest, supposedly) Her spare set of clothes was similar to what she had, with the exception of a few color differences. She set those off to the side though. "Oh? You can peek all you like dear. If our stainball game didn't make it apparent enough, I don't mind when people look..." One could go as far as to say she enjoyed it. This notion was reinforced by how quickly she slipped her shirt off, searching for somewhere in the room to put it up and let it dry without dripping too much on the carpet. (And yes, she was wearing a bra, sheesh.)

Stovaa pulled out a clothes airer from a wardrobe and set it up near the window.

"Usually, women don't believe me when I say how big I am, they need to check for themselves. Sadly, I've not got a tape measure with me..." (ahaha, that sentence might be enough to get me sent straight to hell) he finished with a smirk, topping up the glasses again. He sat down next to the table in a chair and got comfy, wolf whistling when Claire's shirt came off.

"I didn't really get a good look when we were playing stainball," he lied, reasonably convincingly except for the knowing grin he had on his face. Another swig of whiskey slid down his neck, quenching a thirst he'd had for far too long. "I'm liking what I'm seeing now though. You must be the envy of every chick on the station"

Claire smirked a little, "Well I'm not passing judgement yet. It'd be silly of me to do so without firsthand experience." She seemed to decide on the towel bar inside the bathroom across the room, draping her shirt over the bar and let it set, the water dripping onto the tiled floor. She didn't seem to mind.

"Oh whatever, you did too. You were practically the only one who made a comment." Her pants she left on for the moment, for some reason as she returned to Stovaa. She picked up her newly filled glass and took another drink. At his second comment, she pretended to pout, crossing her arms underneath her chest. "Now, don't say that. I'm sure there's plenty of very pretty young ladies on the station." She shook her head, then chuckled as she slowly turned around for him to get a better look. "Thank you, I'm told that a lot, but I figure that means I'm doing something right."

"Oh yes, plenty of pretty young ladies on the station, and you're probably top of the pile." Stovaa said, sipping his whiskey and trying not to spray it everywhere as Claire turned around.

"Ok, fine I DID pay you a few compliments, compliments you well deserved, when we played stainball. Remember how jealous Cassefin got?" he leant back in the chair and patted his legs, inviting Claire to come and sit down, moving the ice and whiskey a bit nearer himself. "The security guys got me a copy of that on disc, never gets old to watch."

Stovaa took another slug of whiskey, well and truly back on the wagon. As his eyes traced Claire's body, he growled seductively. "Suddenly, all that time in the training camp and lurking around in space seems worth it somehow. I wonder why," he said with a wink.

Claire chuckled again at the mention of her being 'on top of the pile'. "Tch, that's just one man's opinion." Despite her words, she seemed to appreciate the compliment.

A bit of a perplexed expression displayed on her face, "Jealous? I certainly hadn't meant to if I had. But if you say so." Seeing his invitation, she laughed softly and moved towards him, rolling her hips a little. She seemed to tease him a little, almost like doing a miniture lap-dance before settling herself down on his legs. She promptly took another drink after that.

"I wouldn't know, sweetie. I doubt they trained you for it." She scooted up onto his lap a little, each leg on either side of him. She reached up and undid her ponytail, letting her red hair hang loose and tossing the tie off to the side.

"Pretty sure if we balloted the crew of the Cirrus, you'd be in the top 5 at least." the Id-Sol said, before adding: "Not really sure if that's the kind of thing that'd be wise to encourage, though."

Stovaa settled his drink down and shifted slightly in his seat, hands resting on Claire's thighs. He blew her a playful kiss and ran his his left hand up and down her leg slowly, teasing her, letting his fingertips play across the wet surface of her pants.

"Try not to get drunk before I manage to get you out of those, that'd put a damper on this otherwise wonderful afternoon" he said, leaning close to kiss her neck softly, his right hand starting to wander around the back slowly.

"I actually agree with you on that. I'd hate to win and then suddenly all the ladies in my squad despise me for it." Claire was being truthful about that. It wasn't a very good idea.

"Drunk or no, I don't see how that'd change how I enjoy my evening." To illustrate her lack of inhibition in that regard, she downed the rest of her glass before setting it back down off to the side. "Well if it worries you so much, then you best hurry up before it's too late, hm..?" Claire rested her hands on his shoulders, leaning her head off to the side to welcome the kiss. "Heh.. that tickles."

"Mmmhm, that's my kind of woman" Stovaa said as Claire downed the whisky (must remember, whiskey is American, whisky Scottish).

"Well, I'd prefer to think I got you doing the horizontal tango without you being hammered, if just for personal bravado reasons," he said, whispering into her ears before nibbling on her earlobes for a few minutes as his right hand strayed around the back, fingertip running up and down the small of Claire's back, teasing her, pushing the waistband of her pants a fraction of an inch lower each time.

"When we're done here, we could go for an evening swim. If you don't have your swimsuit with you, I've got a birthday suit you can borrow..."

(Grah, shows how much I know about alcohol. )

"Well, sorry dear.. but I miss it too much to resist, I'm afraid." Claire didn't attempt a refill on her glass or anything, despite that. She fidgeted at the ear nibbling, "Come on, I'm not a Neko, they're the ones that are really into that." Her mind didn't seem to stay on one thing for very long. At his teasing, however, she pushed herself up a bit on the last part, making him push her pants down a little further than he likely meant to. This appeared to amuse her.

"That depends on whether or not I'm too tired to swim. If the deal is as sweet as it sounds, I shouldn't be able to." Claire shifted and unbuttoned the front of her jeans, allowing easier manipulation by Stovaa. "And I fully expect you to do your best to ensure that."

Keziah kept up a good speed, bobbing down into the water as a wave crashed overhead, popping back up for air. She didn't even use her arms, just kicked and undulated her body like a snake, swerving across the current as it tried to push her into the beach. If she noticed Deacon, keeping an alert watch on her, she made no notice of it.

Until she stopped in the water, and kicked herself high above the surface, jumping up into the air. On her third jump, the highest one, she waved at Deacon then dropped below the water as a wave swept over her head.

When she came back up, she shouted to him. "Wanna race?"

"Hey, I'm pretty sure I'll be up for a swim, not my fault if you're too tired for it" he said teasingly, raising his left arm to move a stray hair from Claire's face, pausing to caress her cheek as their eyes made contact for what felt like an eternity but must have been only a matter of seconds.

"I imagined you'd be a lot more in control than you are" he said, sliding his fingertips under the waistband of Claire's now-loosened jeans, slowly easing them further and further down, fraction by fraction. "Not complaining one bit, and don't think I am. Rare I get a woman this beautiful straddling me who isn't after money."

He smirked and leant forward, lips meeting for a fleeting instant, the wind and rain seeming to fall soundlessly against the window for a moment.

(Wonder how much longer this'll go for...)

George gave Tweak a look of dismay near-unfathomable by simple human eyes. The Nepleslian stood agape for a moment or two, obviously shattered over the green-haired Freespacer's unintentionally devastating reply. After he was done mourning, George gave Tweak a weak smile, his head still slumped nearly between his own shoulders. "Heh...that's pretty funny. It's, uh, George," the Nepleslian said, raising his eyebrows hopefully as he stated his name. "And Lenny. Y'know. We...uh...talk a lot?"

Truthfully, George didn't have much to go on in the first place. As much as he would've preferred having a more detailed history between himself and Tweak...that was really all he could come up with. Still, he had dove in this far, and it was not as though Lenny, who was standing quietly behind him in absolute awe of the enormous aquariums lining the walls, was going to become impatient.

Noboru shrugged, completely lost in his thoughts for a moment. He was just standing there, blowing wind in his face and rain doing its damndest to stagger him, the thousand yard stare having taken him completely. Cy clapped him on the shoulder, and he came back to reality. "... Yeah. I'll see you then."

The Yamataian stumbled his way across the beach, beginning to sincerely regret having left his jacket with Cassifin. Eventually, he re-entered the lobby and took an immediate left into the bar, not bothering to make eye contact with anyone else in the room. He merely steered himself towards the bar and commandeered one of the stools. "Bartender," Noboru requested quietly, "Shot of vodka and keep 'em coming."

Deacon had been doing his best to remain unnoticed as he kept an eye on Keziah. But then she stopped, and started truely showing off her prowess in the water. The hyena again tread water, bobbing like a buoy as the waves washed over him, but never truely kept him under.

"Are you sure that you should be straining yourself in your present condition, Mistress Keziah? You did not make it through the last mission uninjured...I would hate to be the one to aggravate such a situation."

He looked around at the pounding waves, the beating rain from near black clouds, and then back to his companion.

"But if a race is what you want, and it would brighten your spirits, I will give you that race." His ears flicked to show that even though the storm raged, he had been listening earlier.

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George gave Tweak a look of dismay near-unfathomable by simple human eyes. The Nepleslian stood agape for a moment or two, obviously shattered over the green-haired Freespacer's unintentionally devastating reply. After he was done mourning, George gave Tweak a weak smile, his head still slumped nearly between his own shoulders. "Heh...that's pretty funny. It's, uh, George," the Nepleslian said, raising his eyebrows hopefully as he stated his name. "And Lenny. Y'know. We...uh...talk a lot?"

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Taken off-guard by the look of pure pain the poor man had at the simple question, Tweak's face fell. She managed to keep a relatively straight face and glanced down at where her book, in its knapsack, was still held against her chest under the soaked windbreaker jacket. She'd only gotten to read yesterday's notes, which were bare-bones at best since apparently nothing had happened, and hadn't read any further back. She could check to see if she had met these two as often as the George person said...

Or it could be lies.

Her gaze dropped to the floor as her thoughts caught themselves in a loop that would easily be solved by just flipping through the diary. Then her head snapped up and she gave him a half-smile -- "One moment?" -- and went over to a wall where she took the knapsack out from under the dripping jacket and then dug the book out of the knapsack. Discarding her jacket, Tweak flipped through the pages, from the last entry to the front page, skimming everything. To anyone else, each page was a blur of precise, five-point-size printed words, all looking like gibberish thanks to Tweak's encryption. In fact, that's the only way she knew it was her writing, the encryption was something she had a feeling that she would make. That, and everyone else had horrible handwriting...

George's look of dismay turned to one of confusion as Tweak dodged the conversation, appearing to scamper off to a corner and...begin reading. George and Lenny looked at each other for a moment before shrugging in unison. The shorter Nepleslian found the whole ordeal a bit strange; he figured she would at least remember his face, despite having not had much more than passing conversations while on duty. George took notice that Lenny, what with his original position in the back, was much closer to Tweak and he was...

After a moment of indecision, George stepped over to Lenny and rapped his knuckles on the ID-SOLs back while simultaneously grabbing hold of one of Lenny's large biceps. Lenny, almost instantly, began lifting his massive arm up with George in tow, stopping just shy of his chest as the smaller Nepleslian pulled himself atop of Lenny's large shoulders. The entire series of motions was so fluid that it was obvious the two had done this several times before. Utilizing his newfound height as a makeshift perch, George attempted to peer above Tweak...perhaps attempting to see just what was so interesting about this book she was carrying with her. Lenny also began leaning in himself, just as curious.