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Babs paused for a moment as Gran’s answer threaded its way into the conversation, only to burst into a fit of laughter a second later. “D’aaaawww, ain’t that so damn chivalrous an’ shit!” She guffawed, slapping Gran a few more times on the back as she covered her mouth with the other hand, doing her best to stifle her giggle-fit. “Get a load’a this guy! Jeez a’ damn Rico, where do ya find these boys?!”
Rico, however, seemed more interested in something happening over by the bar. His grin slowly drooped, and he seemed to fall into a moment of thought. He didn’t respond to the humorous events happening on the table.
Autumn swirled the contents of her glass carefully with a careful rotation of her glass in her organic hand. She was still trying to get used to her hand's strength and avoided using it too much. "It's a rare dying breed, but it's nice to see that some of our marines are like that," she said softly with a smile at Gran. She noticed that Rico's voice was oddly silent next to her and she looked at him curiously, tilting her head to one side to follow his gaze towards the bar. "What's up, Sarge?"
The only thing apparently interesting happening at the bar was the familiar face of Adrian Decane, waiting for a drink or two at the bar no doubt. Rico narrowed his eyes slightly before giving his answer. “…nothing,” he turned to Autumn, flashing a smile, then turned to the rest of the table. He immediately grabbed his drink and swigged the rest of it in a few large, hearty gulps. “I’ll be back in a sec, fellas.”
Autumn watched Rico go with a confused expression on her face as she watched Rico stalk over to the bar. She shrugged and smiled as she looked at Gran and Babs. "How long have you known Rico, Babs? He rarely talks about his old life back here."
Gran let out a small merf and blushes slightly. It was always a little frustrating for people to be making fun of him for how he was. After all, weren't women supposed to like people being nice to them? Oh well. Gran looked at Babs. "Hey now, would you prefer me to try to be sneaking up your shirt?" He tried to keep his voice and face in a grin though he was a little embarrassed to say what he did.
Wrong thing to say. Babs scooted herself a bit closer to him and puffed out her chest, just a tad. “You offerin’, baby?”
“Since we were lil’ shits,” Babs said, lightly sipping her Tanker. “Grew up in Los Apagos with the rest a’ the gang. We’re thick as thieves, yeah,” Babs smirked and leaned in a little closer. “So how long you known ol’ Sanroma? I’m guessin’ ya just met him today, right? I know Rico’s known Gran here for a while.”
That line made Gran's face flush quite a bit. He glanced down at her puffed out chest then back up. "Uhh.... Well... I wouldn't push you for it."
Babs punched Gran in the shoulder again. "There he goes with the Carebear shit again! Gawd, I haven't seen shit like this in a long-ass time,” She snerked, taking another enormous gulp of her mystery drink.
"Nah. I've known Rico for a little while longer than that- at least a couple of months. I was in his squad on the Alliance, I had the pleasure of losing an arm with him during the Offensive and he was nice enough to help me find a new one," Autumn smiled as she sipped her drink. "I'll look forward to serving under him again on the Nerkat if they assign me to his squad again."
“Oooo…service girl, eh. Guess the scars come with the package, yeah?” Babs said nonchalantly between her smirk and drink. “I’m sure Rico likes ‘em well enough…he always did have broad tastes.”
Autumn grinned and let out a soft chuckle as she replied to Babs, "Some of them." She considered her drink again and lifted the glass, downing the very tall shot with a satisfied smile.
Gran frowned slightly from her punch, it wasn’t that it hurt... Was it that people didn't like people being nice? Well, maybe he could still be 'nice' while being 'loose' or whatever. Gran took a swig of his beer too. "What, you don't like it?"
Babs turned and shot Gran a sly little smile. “You wanna find out or somethin’, baby?”
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Babs paused for a moment as Gran’s answer threaded its way into the conversation, only to burst into a fit of laughter a second later. “D’aaaawww, ain’t that so damn chivalrous an’ shit!” She guffawed, slapping Gran a few more times on the back as she covered her mouth with the other hand, doing her best to stifle her giggle-fit. “Get a load’a this guy! Jeez a’ damn Rico, where do ya find these boys?!”
Rico, however, seemed more interested in something happening over by the bar. His grin slowly drooped, and he seemed to fall into a moment of thought. He didn’t respond to the humorous events happening on the table.
Autumn swirled the contents of her glass carefully with a careful rotation of her glass in her organic hand. She was still trying to get used to her hand's strength and avoided using it too much. "It's a rare dying breed, but it's nice to see that some of our marines are like that," she said softly with a smile at Gran. She noticed that Rico's voice was oddly silent next to her and she looked at him curiously, tilting her head to one side to follow his gaze towards the bar. "What's up, Sarge?"
The only thing apparently interesting happening at the bar was the familiar face of Adrian Decane, waiting for a drink or two at the bar no doubt. Rico narrowed his eyes slightly before giving his answer. “…nothing,” he turned to Autumn, flashing a smile, then turned to the rest of the table. He immediately grabbed his drink and swigged the rest of it in a few large, hearty gulps. “I’ll be back in a sec, fellas.”
Autumn watched Rico go with a confused expression on her face as she watched Rico stalk over to the bar. She shrugged and smiled as she looked at Gran and Babs. "How long have you known Rico, Babs? He rarely talks about his old life back here."
Gran let out a small merf and blushes slightly. It was always a little frustrating for people to be making fun of him for how he was. After all, weren't women supposed to like people being nice to them? Oh well. Gran looked at Babs. "Hey now, would you prefer me to try to be sneaking up your shirt?" He tried to keep his voice and face in a grin though he was a little embarrassed to say what he did.
Wrong thing to say. Babs scooted herself a bit closer to him and puffed out her chest, just a tad. “You offerin’, baby?”
“Since we were lil’ shits,” Babs said, lightly sipping her Tanker. “Grew up in Los Apagos with the rest a’ the gang. We’re thick as thieves, yeah,” Babs smirked and leaned in a little closer. “So how long you known ol’ Sanroma? I’m guessin’ ya just met him today, right? I know Rico’s known Gran here for a while.”
That line made Gran's face flush quite a bit. He glanced down at her puffed out chest then back up. "Uhh.... Well... I wouldn't push you for it."
Babs punched Gran in the shoulder again. "There he goes with the Carebear shit again! Gawd, I haven't seen shit like this in a long-ass time,” She snerked, taking another enormous gulp of her mystery drink.
"Nah. I've known Rico for a little while longer than that- at least a couple of months. I was in his squad on the Alliance, I had the pleasure of losing an arm with him during the Offensive and he was nice enough to help me find a new one," Autumn smiled as she sipped her drink. "I'll look forward to serving under him again on the Nerkat if they assign me to his squad again."
“Oooo…service girl, eh. Guess the scars come with the package, yeah?” Babs said nonchalantly between her smirk and drink. “I’m sure Rico likes ‘em well enough…he always did have broad tastes.”
Autumn grinned and let out a soft chuckle as she replied to Babs, "Some of them." She considered her drink again and lifted the glass, downing the very tall shot with a satisfied smile.
Gran frowned slightly from her punch, it wasn’t that it hurt... Was it that people didn't like people being nice? Well, maybe he could still be 'nice' while being 'loose' or whatever. Gran took a swig of his beer too. "What, you don't like it?"
Babs turned and shot Gran a sly little smile. “You wanna find out or somethin’, baby?”
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