Rico had been one of the first to take out his data pad to check it for promotions or updates on positions after the red-headed brass bigwig finished his speech. Unfortunately, the Sergeant was still a Sergeant…and he had been assigned to the Melissa Kenni.
Rico didn’t know what to think about that, and was just about to push himself away from his perch when Autumn came bounding back to him. Rico looked up from his datapad and gave her a small smile as his face displayed obvious confusion. “…darlin’, your gonna have to slow down with the talkin’ here. I can’t get a freakin’ word you’re sayin’.”
Autumn seemed perplexed by the notion that Rico couldn't make out what she was saying, she wondered if Ian was just more accustomed to people that talked fast. The Geshrin woman rocked on her heels and took a couple deep breaths in an attempt to slow herself down enough so the Sergeant could in fact, understand her.
"You...meeting..up..with Alpha's...group...for..drinks? Orare yougonna..." she paused for a moment when she noticed her words were running together again. "Or... are..ya...gonna..shower..and...catch...a...nap...first?"
"Ah. Uh..." Rico shifted his weight to the other foot and tapped a hand to his chin idly. "I don't know any of the Alpha's. Guess I could show 'em how a real man puts a drink down, though," he chuckled to his own little slice of wit. "What are you gonna do? I'd look pretty stupid if I just invited myself, might just tag along with you 'till we get to the bar."
"You..didn't..get...Ran's..message? Ithought heinvited allof thesquads?" Autumn contemplated this. "Never..crashed..a..party..before? Imma gonna catch a long shower and then hit the bar. I'm not sure who esle fromthe squadis going aside fromIan but he's notas bad as he lets on. I'm surprised that youdun havea date yet."
“Ran’s message? What messa-…oh. This one,” Rico mumbled as he took a closer look at his data pad. The little message icon in the corner was blinking…Rico was never one to catch the little details. He shrugged it off and pocketed his data pad, casting his gaze back on Autumn, choosing to ignore the topic of Ian for the moment. “What, I need a date to get hammered? You offerin’, gorgeous?”
"Wellyou saidyou didn'twanna goalone. Inever thoughtof youas thetype thatneeded toask," Autumn offered with a smile, apparently her enthusiasm overwhelmed her ability to completely talk at a reasonable speed once more. "Ifyou needa wingman, I'mwilling tohelp but I don't..think you're one of those that needs help gettingagal areya?" She grinned at Rico with a light chuckle. "Imma gonna needa hand gettin' a new... hand/arm thingy. Youknow thearea we're dockingat?"
“New ‘netics, eh?” Rico grinned widely as he flexed his own cybernetic arms. “I dunno what the tech boys or medics are tellin’ ya, but buyin’ company ‘netics is the way to go. Custom crap is easy to bust, hard to fix unless you’re the guy who made it…my arms are good ol’ Awesome Corp 10-A’s, haven’t given me any trouble since I got ‘em.” Rico finished by stroking a hand through his scalp before re-crossing his arms in front of him. “I think we’re stoppin’ at Ayenee for shore leave. That’s usually where we head to, shuttles break off an’ go to the other systems from there. Pretty popular place. If you’re lookin’ for a new arm, that’d be your best bet. Plenty of places to drink there, too, so I bet Ran and the boys are havin’ it out there.”
"Ya. Sergeant Chiaki had to amputate myleft armso I gottaget a better replacement thanthis one," Autumn in her... excitable state decided that the best method to show off her temporary arm was of course, to pull her uniform shirt off. Unfortunately, she was in fact wearing the standard issue white undershirt benath it but-she was obviously not wearing a bra. "See? It'snot reallythe rightsize forme. Ineed toget anewone."
The Sergeant’s eyes flitted between objects of interest for a moment or two. Her arm did look rather odd. “…yeah, you should look into some ‘netics when you hit Hayes…” Rico looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully and pulled up his datapad up again, glancing at the time. “…and, yeah, I’m getting’ a quick rinse before we dock with Hayes. I still smell like my fuckin’ Warhawk.”
Autumn rocked on her heels again as she held her shirt in her hands. She smiled brightly like taking off your uniform shirt in public was the most normal thing in the world. "TheWarhawk's don'tsmell thatbad. Gunoil and alight sweat are nice, it's spendingalmost 24hours init thatsmellsfunky." She chuckled, "Ihave toask, doyou happen touse thatsexy commercialed soap/cologne stuff ?"
Rico laughed lightly at Autumn’s question. “Heh, sugar, if there’s one thing I do better than kick ass, is groom. I mean, I come this good lookin’ fresh outta the box…” the suave Nepleslia swiftly ran a hand across the hairline above his right ear. “…but it don’t hurt to have the right tools to pull off lookin’ better, ya know? Got a whole box a’ the stuff under my bunk.”
Autumn nodded with a grin. "Ofcourse! I'm gonnahave toremember toget somemore soap. TheonlythingI have a caseof arecontraceptives," She said in a rather pleasant, nonchalant voice. "It's like agun, better to haveit and notneed itthan to needitand nothave it."
“Hell yeah, sweetheart.” Rico stood back up and adjusted his jacket and rank bars, replacing his beret to his noggin. “Awright, I’m off to get myself wet. Where are ya runnin’ off to?”
"Toget naked?" Autumn replied with a grin and a wink. "Imight haveto checkmy laundry tosee if I haveanything clean or else, I might just have to stay that way."
“Oh. Well then. Maybe I’ll spot ya in there, yeah? ‘suppose after that we can ring Alpha up an’ see where they’re headin’.” Rico replied simply, seemingly momentarily unaffected by the prospect of Autumn’s flirting.
"Kayseeyouinabit!" Autumn smiled and then turned away and headed out in a burst of energy, stopping momentarily to pounce-hug Kagura on the way before continuing out.
