Lurve in the Lift!

OOC- Hey ragamuffins, the highlisghtof your measly week is here! Vote
Tony!
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Amber laughed at Dean, a nice black eye already starting to appear
where Phil had hit him. Tara glared at Phil and then at Dean.
"And just how are you going to fix that dent in MY wall?" Tara
said, doing her best impression of Keto on a rampage. Phil and Dean
studdied their feet.
"He started it." Phil mumbled.
"I don't care who started it! There will be no chocolate muffins
for any of you until its fixed!" Tara yellled.
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Keats put his crippled left hand to his head. Hed only been out of
the med-lab for a while and was still recovering from a concussion
and several head wounds witch were currently
stitched together in his new look short hair. The noise hurt.
'Excuse me a moment, just need a quick smoke!' He started towards the
door.
"You don't smoke." Amber said flatly.
'Well, thats not quite true, i do... sometimes...'
He winked at Amber as subtly hinted at what happend prior to his last
smoke. Amber gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.
"Shut up." She hissed at him.
Keats put his hands up in the classic 'Woah' posistion, and walked
out, patted his pockets and swore.
'Awwww, man... outta smokes....'
He looked at the door, and briskly jogged towards his own quarters.
Whilst the 'grown-ups' were talking Amber loooked around the door,
Keat's footsteps echoed down the hall.
"Whatever" she said and walked off the other way.
A few minutes later John arrivede at his bunk, dripping with sweat.
He looked at himself in a mirror ad hazarded a smell of his armpits.
Hed barely dipped his head when he turned green.
'Ok... one smoke, then a shower.. better yet, smoke IN the shower!'
He grabbed a dog-ended rollup lit it, stripped and stepped into the
shower. Amber sighed as she entered her own quarters. Changing into
her practice clothes, she did a tai chi work out her sensai had
taught her. As she focused, she began to forget about Keats.
John took a step out of the shower and embraced the cool air with a
yawn and a stretch. He looked around and picked up a can of Aerosol,
and liberaly sprayed himself before getting dressed. He sniffed, and
looked at the label.
'For Women? Ahhh, DAMN YOU JACK!'
He cursed Jack and finished getting dressed. If he pulled tonight, he
felt sure he wouldnt wake up happy...
'So what if it's only monday night?'
Amber thought as she stepped out of the shower and got ready to go
out.
"I'll show John I don't need him." She mumbled.
Keats walked out of his room in his faveourite Stained Jeans and
mildly damaged shirt.
'Time to go out and drink til i reboot!'
He stepped forwards and headed for the communial meeting place on the
ship. Parrots. Amber clicked down the corridor in her high heels,
feeling a little bit self conscious in the black short skirt and low
cut top. The turbo-lift stopped at the promenade and Amber strode
over to Parrotts. John struuted the final few meters and was aware of
several eyes being focused on him. He smiled. However, on closer
inspection the onlookers were... not his type, he wasnt sure why, but
they were a tad... masculine? As he rounded the corner he noticed
Parrots was closed.
'Philistines! hey, mate, whats the deal?'
A crewman looked him up and down quickly.
'Parrots is closed, but i have some drinks at mine if your free' He
replied. Keats squealed.
'No thanks!' and walked off.
Taking one look at what was Parrotts Amber scowled and turned around,
all that effort for nothing. Keats walked off and frowned.
'Man... no drink... no smokes, no ladies.. and they call this a
monday night?'
he headed off to the nearest turbolift, only dimly aware someone else
was heading there to. Amber sat down on the soft seat as the turbo-
lift started to move, only then becoming aware of the other person
there with her.
"YOU!" She said
Keats opend his eyes in a squint. The last time hed heard this hed
awoken next to a rather attractive lady, which was fine, however,
theyd gotten married, which... wasnt as fun. He opend his eyes
further.
'Mein Gut! i mean, hello!'
"Are you stalking me?" Amber asked
Keats furrowed his brow for a witty retort. He failed.
'Uh, no, just went out for a moment... ah smeg.. the dinner.. sorry,
i kinda got...
sidetracked..'Amber sniffed,
"you smell, odd." Keats sniffed himself as well.
'I blame Jack. You see, i had a shower, whilst i smoked, and after i
stepped out i grabbed some Deodrant. It wasnt mine tho and ive been
getting funny looks' Amber stared blankly at him.
'Its true!'
"You're compleatly mad do you knwo that? Smoking in the shower...
what would happen if you dropped some hot ash"
She let the thought hang and watched Keats face. Keats crossed his
legs slowly.
'Hey, i never knew you cared!' He gave Amber a suggestive wink.
"I could be persuaded to care." She said slowly.
John whisperd a prayer to the god of lifts whod twice tried to kill
them both.
'You know, my night was centred around going to parrots and haveing a
few. Now thats no option, you, ahh, wanna go someplace else?'
"Sure, you know anywhere quiet?" Amber asked.
Keats let out a small cough and looked at The emergency stop button
quickly. Amber caught his gaze and grinned.
"Oh mighty God of lifts, I pray to thee, have it in your heart to
stop this lift."
She mumbled just loud enough for Keats to hear. Keats yawned
and 'accidently' knocked the emergency stop button and lights on the
rebound. He then shuffled along the seat a few places.
'Looks as tho he aint out to screw us over today, hey?'
"You sure?" She said, giggleing at what Keats just said.
Keats allowed himself a slight smile. As they leaned in to kiss each
other, the light on the security camera flashed briefly, neither of
them noticed.
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