Whats a guy to do?!

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Now, ships was something keats knew alot about, but somehow, he was
preoccupied by something else.
'Fancy a drink Amber?'
'Only if your buying'
Keats gulped and led the way.
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Keats was walking clumsily along the corridor, he was about 2 steps
infront of Amber, and was trying a non-chalant approach, an attemt to
make it look like he was with her, but not **WITH** her. It was
failing and he could feel the gaze of her on his back.
Amber broke the silence.
'You know, i like your ship, what was it called again? oh yes, The
Endymion'
Keats took a small amount of dutch courage, and immediatly felt a bit
more relaxed, having less alcohol resistance than your average earth
worm.
'Shes a beaut all right. Did you know its the last ship of its type?
They used to be very common a 100 or so years ago'
'I didnt think human kind had masterd space fairing at that time'
'Oh no, its modified from a low altitude fighter plane. I managed
to... acquire it just over 4 years bac, and since ive been on the
Dwarf, Severns been helping me along... Sorry, im boring you arnt I..'
'Not at all'
The silence grew back again, tho, Keats was cursing his wasted youth,
spending to much time on TIV's and not enough on the opposite gender.
A hand found its way into his.
He smiled awkardly.
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