”Autumn” said:
Autumn smiled as she settled in next to Rico with a hand gently resting on the sergeant's knee. She grinned as she made her request, "I think I want... a long hard screw up against the wall." She waited a moment to gauge the reaction, "I can tell you how I want it if you don't know."
Rico rolled his head across his shoulders in Autumns’ direction, tossing her a sly little smirk at her (or what he guessed was) drink order. “’fraid I’m not familiar with that one, sweetheart.
Might have tah show me, yeah? He replied to her in a low tone, flicking a finger over to the bar, then rolling his head back to face Gran and Babs.
Babs leaned back and threw her arm over Gran, not exactly leaping to be outdone by her counterpart. She gave the sergeant a coy little grin. “Get me a’ Tanker,” Babs began saying, bringing her other hand up above the table and laying her hand flat in the air above the table. “…big glass.”
“Right, right,” Rico replied with a chuckle, motioning for Autumn to lead the way out of the comfortable folds of the grimy cushions. “Don’t fuckin’ eat Gran while I’m gone, awright? If I’m buyin’ the damn drinks, I want him to get to
drink the shit, yannow baby?”
Autumn grinned again as she scooted off the seat and paused for a moment to look at the Sergeant over her to shoulder to confirm he was in fact, following her to the bar before she started walking in that direction. "It's good, I promise."
Rico shot another glance between Autumn, Gran and Babs before standing up, taking off his leather jacket and laying it across the back of his seat. The sergeant stroked a hand through his hair smoothly, giving Babs one of 'those' looks, and stepped out to join Autumn's journey to the bar. "Lead the way, sugar."
Tanker? Gran thought for a second as Bab's arm slid over his shoulder. This was probably going to turn into quite an interesting night. He was almost sure that Bab's could hold her liquor better than he could. Gran quirked an eyebrow at the mention of his consumption by the beautiful woman with whom he shared breathing space. He thought it might be good to try to throw in a little humor to look like he was loosened up some. "Eat me? What does she have a history with that?" He grinned at Rico then to Babs.
"Heh, ask
her, baby, not me," Rico replied to Gran as he and Autumn made their way over to the bar. Johnny, in all his grizzled old drunkard / pirate beard and metal hand glory, was waiting for them with a wide grin.
Autumn walked over to the bar and leaned her forearms up against it. She rocked on her heels a little as she watched Rico over her shoulder. "
Were you up for trying it? It's always good to be a little adventurous." She smiled brightly up at Johnny. "Why hello there."
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Johnny gave Autumn a wizened old smile. “Even’ thar, missy. Rico, ah’ swear, it’s a new one ever’ day-um time, yeh?” The aged bartender chuckled while Rico merely shrugged, leaning his own forearms over to match Autumn. “Well, missy here wants a drink Johnny. Think ya can rustle me up a’ straight beer and a Tanker for Babs over there?” Rico said, then turned a little to Autumn, waiting to watch her place her own order before getting his own bottle of grog.
"I wanted a Long Hard Screw up against a wall. Rico here had never heard of it," Autumn stated with a grin before actually giving the recipe. "4 equal parts orange juice, gin, So Co, vodka and a splash of apricot-almond liqueur and a splash of spiced rum."
Rico simply exchanged a smug little grin between Autumn and Johnny, his shoulders still hunched upward as he leaned onto the bar. “…sounds good to me. Make that two…big glass for me,” Rico said, making a very familiar motion with one of his free hands.
Johnny chuckled shortly and nodded, turning around to the multitude of colorful bottles and jars on the shelf behind the counter.
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Gran shook his head slightly. He knew something here was planned, but he couldn't pinpoint it. Oh he knew Rico was probably setting him up with Bab's for something, but he knew next to nothing about the girl. He smiled at Babs, trying to keep his butterflies down for the moment. "I hope you're not hungry."
Babs stared blankly at him for a moment before letting out a loud guffaw. “Shit, baby, can’t say I was expectin’ that,” she managed to blurt out in between chuckles. “Naw…I ain’t that hungry. Not for
foooood anyway, yannow?”
Gran was slightly surprised with Bab's reaction. He didn't think what he said was that funny. He was honestly expecting an eye-roll or a courtesy laugh. But at the mention of being hungry for something other than food?
What is she... oh... Wait... I just met her... She couldn't be another hooker Rico knows... right? "Oh, heh, yeah." He still wasn't entirely sure what she wanted, after all his brain was not going to let him rationalize anything along the lines of what would possibly make him blush. He cleared his throat slightly. "Heh, so what do you do?"
“Abso-lutely nothin’,” Babs replied proudly, putting both hands behind her head as she leaned back further into the well-used cushions of the table booth. “Had a few jobs, didn’t like ‘em, lost ‘em, now I’m just livin’ it out ‘round town, yannow? Do a lil’ night-work if I need some quick DA. Like the boob job…” Babs finished her sentence in a lower tone as she gave mention of her chest, eyes widening for a moment as he sudden realization just dawned on the young woman.
After a moment, a smirk played across her mouth as she turned to Gran. “How do they look, anywho? The surgeon downtown was havin’ a sale on ‘em…two for one. You know us ladies, can’t pass up a good sale, yeah? They look worth it? I asked my boys, but they just kinda stammer an’ shit. Like they ain’t seen tits before,” She snerked, shooting a wink at the brown-haired tech sentry.
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Autumn watched Rico curiously, pursing her lips together before asking thoughtfully, "Should we hang around here for a little while so Babs can put him through the paces or is that in the plan after he gets some booze in him, babe?"
“Plan,” Rico said, putting on an innocent face, easily defeated by the sly little grin spreading across his face. “What plan, gorgeous? We ain’t got no plan. Nope.”
Autumn let out a soft laugh, "If you say so. It's a hell of a set-up. At some point, you'll have to let me know if my panties look as good on me as they did on the rack when we bought them yesterday." She smiled brightly as she turned to lean her back against the bar as she waited for Johnny to bring them their drinks. "It does feel a little liberating to finally be in a skirt again, it's been a while."
“Looks good on ya, sweetheart,” Rico replied, giving the young lady a gander before bringing his eyes back up. “Skirt, I mean. Ain’t seen the
other yet,” he said, grinning widely as he let his eyes wander across to watch Johnny mix and prepare the drinks.
Autumn smiled as she tilted her head to one side to watch Rico's expression appraisingly. She was curious about how many of the rumors were true. Some of her hair fell into her face and she carefully pushed it out of the way and back behind her ears. She considered for a moment the notion of being more shy and coy than she was but she instead grinned, it wasn't her style. "Thanks. It's nice to see
you out of uniform too. It's a little disappointed that the others bailed but a little glad as well, it gives me more time to
get to know you better."
Rico stepped back and raised his arms casually behind his head, showing off his own set of clothes. Some thin jeans, brown boots and a simple gray Aethersperm T-shirt…but never the less, Rico did look quite different without his humdrum military garb. He chucked a bit as he leaned back against the bar once Autumn had her eyeful. “Yeeah…shame the boys had to run off somewhere,” Rico agreed. “…but, yannow, there are
better ways to get to know me. Drinkin’ with me ain’t that bad a start though, sweetheart!”
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Gran nodded as he listened to her. Quite interesting that she could live off of odd jobs...
Two for one? What sort of idiot or idiot doctor would take or offer just one? And why is she asking me? Well, maybe this was what Rico was pl... His mind couldn't focus on Rico's possible involvement anymore with the mention of breasts. Gran's mind scrambled like a well trained squad of PA's as he looked for something to say that would leave him 'stammering' as Bab's called it or like a total perv. A reflex caused him to look at what Bab's had been talking about: her bosom. He had an epiphany; just pretend that she asked how her hair looked. "U-uh..." He cleared his throat slightly. "They look great." He said as a little blush crept into his cheeks.
“Really now,” Babs said, sounding not entirely convinced. “What’s so great about ‘em then? Nobody gives me a fuckin’ straight answer, and the boys won’t even touch ‘em. Little assholes.”
Gran glanced down at the twins again, then back up to Bab's face. "Umm..."
Damn... No way out. He cleared his throat again. "Well... They look great..." He knew she probably wanted something concrete and he would probably keel over if he had to go too deep into it. He was also guessing that she wouldn't let him out with that and he couldn't run out of the place or anything. His cheeks continued to tint red, but it wasn't very noticeable yet. "Very... Shapely." He managed after a half-second or so.
“Shapely, eh…” Babs looked down at her chest for a moment. Her expression turned firmly satisfied, and she looked up again, grinned at Gran, and lightly slugged him on the arm. “D’aaaww shucks, baby! Maybe you’ll get to see just how shapely later. If
Rico will bring me mah damn drink already!” Babs exclaimed loudly, standing up a bit to grab Rico and Autumn’s attention as they chatted casually at the bar.
”Hey, Rico, if yer gonna bone her, do it after I get mah drink, yeah?!”
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Autumn laughed again as she heard Babs shout at Rico. "I think she wants her drink, babe." She pushed off from the bar counter and smiled brightly at Johnny and Rico. "Can we oblige the young lady over there, good sirs?"
Rico turned his head towards their booth as Babs shouted out at him. He turned back to Autumn, shrugging through his smirk as Johnny placed the four drinks on the counter. Rico grabbed the brackish brown bottle of beer, as well as what appeared to be a miniature heavy-duty liquid canister, a dainty little straw poking out of a whole at the top. Rico nodded towards the last two drinks on the table. “Grab our stuff, I’ll get theirs.”
Gran was honestly feeling a little light headed at this point. His breathing was slightly quicker than normal and his heart seemed to think that it was a super-charged race car. Why? Probably cause he never talked about women's breasts. Oh he definitely thought about them, who didn't? But talk? That was almost too much to ask of Gran. It was impolite, wasn't it? But she had asked for his opinion after all...
Later? What d- oh god. His cheeks flared red slightly and he cleared his throat again. Luckily Bab's diverted her attention slightly, he could too. "Yeah, come on. We ain't getting any younger."
"Right, babe." Autumn carefully picked up two tall glasses of an orangish red layered fluid and smiled brightly again at Johnny, "Thanks, you're a doll." She carefully carried the glasses back to the booth following Rico.
“Soooooooooo,” Rico said with a smug little smirk as the set the two drinks in front of Gran and Babs and waiting for Autumn to have the seat first before sliding in. “What’d ya’ll talk ‘bout while me an’ Autumn were off doin’ all the damn work?”
“Gran here thinks my tits look great,” Babs said, putting her arm around Grans shoulder again and giving him a hearty, good-natured shake. “Ain’t that right, baby?”
Autumn set the glasses gently on the table and climbed into the booth with a soft smile. "These will be great. I hope these are hard enough." She settled against the well...seasoned cushions of the seat with a nod to Babs. "They look great. How do they feel, Babs? I've never gotten a good chance to see what the improved ones are like."
"Work?" Gran smirked at Rico. He was about to continue when Bab's made him talk about her breasts again. He cleared his throat
again. "Y-yeah." He said quietly. as he focused his attention on the drinks on the table as Bab's grappled his shoulder again.
“Doc Brauwn did a bangup job,” Babs said casually towards Autumn. “He uses some new-fangled synthetic shit for the fill-up. Dunno what he did, but they feel pretty damn real. Just bigger. And on sale, too! I couldn’t pass it up. Me and the girls ‘round here always take Brauwn up if we’re feelin’ a bit saggy. Girl’s gotta keep up appearances, yeah?”
"Quite true. I inherited my mom's bustline so I'm lucky I even have to wear a bra sometime. Would you mind too much if I had a feel?" Autumn asked rather calmly as she gestured to her much smaller bosom in her halter top before looking back at Babs's. "I was thinking about it but a medic advised me to stay the way I am."
“Naw, naw,” Babs said, taking a sip of her own drink through the bendy straw before getting up a bit and leaning over the table. “Go ahead. Doc said they’re good to go, and I can’t get Goggs or Jeeves even five feet near ‘em. Be honest.”
Gran blushed slightly as he continued to stare at the table, trying to keep himself from thinking about it. The thoughts were like live rounds and he wanted to keep his head down so he didn’t embarrass himself... And Autumn was definitely NOT helping. Gran quickly grabbed his beer and took a somewhat long draught of it. Maybe he could just try to block it out.... But it was a very interesting conversation. However, due to his lack of personal knowledge on breasts he thought it best to listen.
Rico leaned back and took a few swigs of his own drink, quietly observing with a wide attention, and an even wider grin. He shot Gran one of ‘THOSE’ looks, nodding towards his friends’ impressive bosom.
Autumn reached over and lightly groped one of Babs's breasts with her right hand, testing their softness and their feel in her hand. "They have a nice even weight to them and they feel nice and soft! How do they stand up to
rough handling?"
Gran did catch Rico's glance and he returned somewhat of a 'who do you think I am' look. After all, Gran was worried about being slapped, pummeled and/or jailed. He sighed to himself as he looked over Bab's and Autum. He was thinking he had to 'take it like a man.' And be a man for his own sake. After all, this was a strange night that probably would never happen again. He swallowed out of reflex. "Don't... break 'em... She just bought 'em" Gran said, almost stammering. His stomach was doing flip-flops and he quickly took another sip of beer.
“Dunno yet,” Babs said flatly. “Ain’t gotten to try ‘em out since I got ‘em.”
"Ooh, that should be fun," Autumn said wistfully as she withdrew her hand. "I'm afraid of them popping on me, I'm a
little rough. But being in the Marine Corps doesn't help."
“Hey!” Rico chimed in with a devilish smile sliding across his face. “Maybe Gran here can help ya with testin’ them puppies out! He thinks they’re great, right?”
Gran nearly spit out his beer as Rico mentioned 'testing' out Bab's breasts. It was definitely a 3v1 at this point. Gran swallowed what he had in his mouth and looked around at all the people on the table. What were they trying to do? Make his head explode? But after all, was he content with just living his life as the 'non-suave' guy? Well, he might as well give the Rico way a try. He looked over at Babs, setting the beer down.
I have no idea what to say... I mean there has to be some sort of magical phrase you say at this point, right? Well, if so he couldn't think of anything so he just responded in somewhat of a quantitative fashion. After all, chances come once, right? "It's not up to me."
