Last Night on Novgorod: Hook Up

Novgorod - Orbital Space Station
E Deck

Earlier that day:
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...🎵🎶🎶🎵🎶🎶🎵🎶🎶…

...🎵🎶🎶🎵🎶(SLAM!!!)...

Eldon Blaire retracted his hand from the alarm clock he just slapped and groaned as he rubbed his eyes. He'd definitely overindulged last night. Where was he again?

'…oh, right…Novgorod Station…new gig starts today. Or was it tomorrow?'

With a sigh he rolled back over and his hand came to rest on something soft and shapely next to him under the sheets.

'Whoa…wait a minute. Oh…oh yeah… OH! Jesus…she stayed?Awesome…'

Eldon quickly began to recall much of what transpired the night before. He was at some dive bar and began chatting with a really hot brunette that was so smart it actually challenged him. They had lots in common, and she seemed pretty chill for someone with her looks and brains, so he pulled out all the stops and brought his ‘A Game’. They drank and talked and laughed for hours, then stumbled their way over to his room, giggling all the way. The fun didn't stop there…nope. It went on until maybe (quick glance at the accursed alarm clock) three and a half hours ago?

'Oof…totally worth it though.'

The hand that landed on the sleeping woman’s butt gave it a little squeeze.

'Rita? Yeah…Rita.' Eldon leaned over and planted a kiss on her exposed shoulder and cleared his throat.

“Rita, sweetheart. I gotta get moving. I've gotta get ready. Got a new gig soon.”

Rita groaned when her butt was squeezed and then her shoulder kissed.

The muttering under her breath (about what the fuck time it was exactly) was cut off by a realization; a voice actually spoke to her.

Her head slowly lifted off the pillow, and her brain protested being awake.

"Huh, what time is it?"

The brunette looked around before locating her glasses. When she put them on her face, the woman stopped at the sight of the man.

'Shit, the man from last night, what...' her mind reached back and then she smiled. 'oh yeah. one last night before heading out.'

"Yeah me too.." Rita groaned as she sat up, muttering again, this time about where her clothing had ended up. "This was good..." her voice was hoarse... and sore. 'Why was her throat sore?'

A flash of the previous night reminded her and she oh'ed mentally, 'right...well something to drink will handle that.'

"Yeah, I gotta meet with my new boss tomorrow... and new ship... we ever cross paths again we should... get another drink..." Rita said as she dressed.

"Definitely..." Eldon's efforts to get dressed were delayed by the sight of Rita hunting for and slipping back into bits of her apparel from last night. 'Mmmph.' "Best of luck to you. I'll...uhh...keep you posted best I can."

Rita didn't seem to notice she was being watched as she redressed

"Sounds good. Good luck on your mission.."

Rita hopped into her pants and did them up before slipping her shirt on and grabbing her shoes. "I will send you that research paper when I am done with it. Let me know what you think of it." A wink was given to Eldon as she slipped out of the room.

"Thank you. I will", Eldon called out as Rita slipped out the door.

"Damn... what a woman.", he muttered to himself as he changed his mind about getting dressed and instead peeled everything off to hop into the shower.

'Too bad I won't be seeing anyone like that for a while.' With a sigh, he turned the water all the way to 'H' and waited for it to heat up.

Present evening, Deck E > Drifters Bar & Grill

Rita paused when she saw a gathering of people with Elisabet Maciel, a Corporate rep she had met with once or twice during the hiring process. It appeared to be a social meet up. Was it for the Nomad? Was she late? It was good that she had just stopped off in her quarters for a fast shower, and righted herself before arriving. The woman of science slipped inside the door, and stood with a lab coat over her uniform, as well as her hair done up in a tight bun at the back of her head.