Re: Rosette - \"Can We Fix It?\"

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A knock at the door behind her threw her from her reverie, and prompted her to open the door.
"Ahhh, perfect! Thankyou." she said, handing over a small wad of cash. "Seymour won't know what hit him." She said, walking through the madness to place the container on the table, next to a single wine glass.
"A 1942 bordeaux. Last of its kind. I hope he appreciates this..." She mumbled to herself as the finishing touches were made to the room.
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Who: Rosette and Justin
Where: Seymours quarters
When: After she redecorated
After all of the workmen had left, there was another knock at the door.
"Smeg, it's Seymour already!" Rosette said, quickly plushing up the cushions, and straightening some African art next to the artificial fireplace. She noticed a small speck of oil on the new carpet that must have been on the shoes of one of the workmen.
"Smeg!" She cried, and pulled the sofa over it to hide it.
She quickly glanced in the mirror and straightened her ruffled hair. This wasn't an attempt to look good for Seymour, but to give the impression that she'd been rushing around and making an effort.
She flung the door open. "Surprise! ...Oh it's you."
Standing there was Justin, with a bunch of flowers in his hand.
Justin noticed her lack of enthusiasm at seeing him, and stopped her from slamming the door in his face. "Hey, why are you so annoyed to see me?"
"Because...." Said Rosette. You're a moron, is what she wanted to say, but she tried being more diplomatic. "Well I just wasn't expecting you."
"Look it's about that thing in the medibay isn't it. It really wasn't as bad as it looked. I know, O know I was laying on top of you, and it looked like I was trying to glue myself to your cleavage with ointment... but I really wasn't!"
Rosette folded her arms. "I know exactly what you were doing. You were trying to become a Hymenoptera."
Justin grinned. "Is that so bad? Everyone else is telling me that Hymenoptera are the most evil thing in the galaxy... but here you are. Standing here, not trying to suck out my brains or anything."
"Yes, well I'm... different."
"You're a Hymenoptera though aren't you?"
"HALF-Hymenoptera. The good half."
"Ah!" Accused Justin. "So there is a good side to them!"
"Of course. But... they're very powerful." Rosette admitted.
"I know. And that's why I like them. They're going to rule the galaxy one day!" Justin said, his eyes glazing over as he thought of it.
"They're VERY powerful." Rosette repeated. "I struggle every day with a monster inside me. It tries to make me... do things."
"Like...?"
"Like kill people. Like do bad things!" She admitted.
Justin shrugged. "I still like them. They're going to rule the gal-"
"You said." Rosette snapped.
"Yes, and on that day..." Justin leaned closer to her. "You and me will be like King and Queen!"
Rosette shuddered. She tried to close the door on him, but he barged into the apartment.
"Hey, this is one swanky place!" Justin admitted.
"Hey, come away from there!" Rosette said as the annoying man started picking up the African tribal art on the mantelpiece. "Seymour doesn't like things being out of place."
"Ooh what's this?" Justin picked up a few more ornaments and put them down in the wrong places. Rosette followed him around putting them back.
"Wait. Your boots!" She shouted.
"Yeah whats... oh sorry I must have tread in something outside."
"You're putting muddly footprints all over the new carpet!"
"Chillax girl, its just antimatter oil. It'll come out if you get a positron-induction cleaner..."
"I don't have one of those. Stop moving about you're putting more footprints around the place!!" She shouted.
Justin took off his shoes and walked over to the wine cabinet. "1942 Bordeaux? Sounds rubbish. Fancy a drink?"
"Don't you dare open that!" She scolded.
"Oooh touchey eh? Why?"
"It's ...a present." Rosette admitted, going red.
"What. You have the hots for old fancy pants?" Justin laughed. No way, Seymour wouldn't go for you. He's so posh, and you're just a girl from the streets. I heard you're not even a proper crewmember. You're a stowaway!"
He left the expensive Bordeaux and opened a glass bottle of sherry, and swigged it from the bottle. "Err thats stuffs not very nice." He said and it dribbled out of his mouth and onto his hands, making them all sticky.
"Ooh whats this?" He bounded like a child over to the grant piano. It was large and looked expensive. "Hey can I have a go?"
Rosette chased after him. "Please, don't touch anything else!"
Justin opened the flap to reveal the ivory keys. His sticky fingers already making fingerprint smudges over the shiny polished camphor wood.
He mashed his hands down to make a horrendous noise. It wasn't anything like the calm gently tune that Rosette played alone earlier.
"Wow lets see how loud it goes!" He said and brought up his foot to stomp down on the keys.
"Stop!" Rosette pulled him away.
"So what's going on then? Do you have a crush on old fancypants? Is that it? Is that why you've tidied this place up so much? It was a right mess earlier... how did you manage to clean it up so well in that time... and replace all these expensive ornaments?"
"I had... help." Rosette admitted.
"Oh yeah? Hymenoptera help? Have you got a little colony around somewhere?" He joked.
"I think you should leave now." Rosette told him sternly.
"So you can be alone with Seymour? I'm sorry, I'm cramping your style... but you should get used to it. Seymour won't ever go for a girl like you, he's into posh birds, ones who aren't stowaways."
Rosette looked away and bit her lip.
"...You should stick to guys like me. Guys in your own league. Remember we can be King and Queen of the Hymenoptera!"
He grabbed her ass as he talked to her.
This was the last straw.
<OOC – Tag, what happens next? Does Rosette succumb to Justin's charms? Or does she deck him like the little twat deserves?>