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RE: Port Twelve - Roleplay - 03-10-2018
The bounty hunter watched his companion with his ears flushing a little more. Despite the issue about his addiction and stabiline looming over him like a storm-cloud and his inexperience with the opposite sex adding to this nervousness, Monica was really an amazing fellow to hang around with. Still, he had to gulp down his drink in one go to help himself ease up a little more, meanwhile hoping he's not appearing like a weakling too much.
"I am glad you're enjoying your drink," he gave her the best smile he could muster, trying hard to look manly and nonchalant while his flushed ears were just giving him away without his knowledge. "You spoil me a lot, Monica. Hiring me, helping me find targets... even buying me stabiline... This drug is expensive."
"And don't forget, I still will buy you a dinner to make up for it. And more drinks...", he raised an eyebrow, "should I be a little more pushy? I want to buy drinks for my friend! It makes me happy too when you enjoy something!" he playfully complained.
"But hmm... really, besides this, I really enjoy our flights together. It feels like we are cooperating well, and uh, profit from it too. We watch each others backs, I find targets easier, and you get to catch more criminals." He thought about it then for a bit, "I guess it would be even easier for you if the LPI could provide a wingman for you, but for now, I hope you're happy with your friendly bounty hunter."
"I am glad you're enjoying your drink," he gave her the best smile he could muster, trying hard to look manly and nonchalant while his flushed ears were just giving him away without his knowledge. "You spoil me a lot, Monica. Hiring me, helping me find targets... even buying me stabiline... This drug is expensive."
"And don't forget, I still will buy you a dinner to make up for it. And more drinks...", he raised an eyebrow, "should I be a little more pushy? I want to buy drinks for my friend! It makes me happy too when you enjoy something!" he playfully complained.
"But hmm... really, besides this, I really enjoy our flights together. It feels like we are cooperating well, and uh, profit from it too. We watch each others backs, I find targets easier, and you get to catch more criminals." He thought about it then for a bit, "I guess it would be even easier for you if the LPI could provide a wingman for you, but for now, I hope you're happy with your friendly bounty hunter."
RE: Port Twelve - The.Cop - 03-10-2018
Monica was kindly surprised by his speech. Speechless however she was able to make just simple "Awwhhh" She couldn't resist her drink however so her thoughts were immediately focused on the most delicious thing in the universe. Raising her eyebrow she carefully pushed glass with cocktail closer to him. "Wanna try my cocktail for women? Don't worry, though... You wont get any girls' illness or virus!" she had to grin at her words.
Relaxing mood caught Monica out of sudden, so in order to gain the most of it, she leaned her head back and let the music infiltrate her ears, imaginations running wild in her mind. One would say she was relaxing a bit too much, maybe she fell asleep for a second. "You are awesome wingman, I don't need some arrogant Police officer who would abuse his power." She said, still relaxing. "Two shifts and I will never forget them... Him, masssage of my shoulders would be quite handy right now." Monica smiled and carefully caressed her long brown hair, before she moved them all behind her right ear, leaving her left shoulder clean in case something would happen.
RE: Port Twelve - Roleplay - 03-10-2018
Monica pushed her glass towards him and Horace raised his eyebrows in surprise. He took the glass and scanned the clear liquid, trying to hide his suspicion as best as he could.
"Well, if you like it that much, I guess I will," and he took a small sip from it, letting the aroma seep, a rich mix of fruits and alcohol, sweet only as much as it needs to be, making you want to drink more and more of it. "Mmm! That's delicious," he smiled brightly as he took another sip before putting the glass on the table and gently pushing it back to Monica, so she could also enjoy it. "I guess taking some risks could be rewarding at times, too," he winked.
He watched as Monica caressed her long, brown hair, as if enchanted he couldn't take his eyes off her. Damn, she was beautiful. The way she dressed her hair felt quite tempting all of a sudden, and the suggestion even Horace couldn't miss.
She wanted him to give her a massage now? He unknowingly fixed his eyes on her shoulder and gulped. His ears were blushed before, but now they couldn't get a more bright color of red. At the very least, Monica completely captured his mind now and he couldn't even think about the nervousness of trying stabiline for the first time. She had his whole attention, what she requested of him caused a whole lot of havoc in his mind.
"U-uhmm... You mean...?" he paused, trying to sort out his confusion and getting angry at himself with how inexperienced he is with such situations. He had to keep up the appearances, he was an adult, a large manly man, and hopefully a handsome one too for heaven's sake. He had to try it for Monica.
Thinking to himself, "Here goes nothing..." he leaned slightly over the table and did his best to control the shake of his fingers before touching the shoulder she left defenseless on purpose. He gently rubbed her, arousing her muscles, making her feel the slight trembling of his hands as well. "Um... Does it help?" He asked, with him leaning closer to her, she was a lot more closer too now... Too close for his racing heart, and too pretty - he had to act as though what he was doing was completely normal and a daily occurrence. In truth, chasing criminals and dodging plasma was nothing compared to this, if there was an escape pod he might have ejected already.
"Well, if you like it that much, I guess I will," and he took a small sip from it, letting the aroma seep, a rich mix of fruits and alcohol, sweet only as much as it needs to be, making you want to drink more and more of it. "Mmm! That's delicious," he smiled brightly as he took another sip before putting the glass on the table and gently pushing it back to Monica, so she could also enjoy it. "I guess taking some risks could be rewarding at times, too," he winked.
He watched as Monica caressed her long, brown hair, as if enchanted he couldn't take his eyes off her. Damn, she was beautiful. The way she dressed her hair felt quite tempting all of a sudden, and the suggestion even Horace couldn't miss.
She wanted him to give her a massage now? He unknowingly fixed his eyes on her shoulder and gulped. His ears were blushed before, but now they couldn't get a more bright color of red. At the very least, Monica completely captured his mind now and he couldn't even think about the nervousness of trying stabiline for the first time. She had his whole attention, what she requested of him caused a whole lot of havoc in his mind.
"U-uhmm... You mean...?" he paused, trying to sort out his confusion and getting angry at himself with how inexperienced he is with such situations. He had to keep up the appearances, he was an adult, a large manly man, and hopefully a handsome one too for heaven's sake. He had to try it for Monica.
Thinking to himself, "Here goes nothing..." he leaned slightly over the table and did his best to control the shake of his fingers before touching the shoulder she left defenseless on purpose. He gently rubbed her, arousing her muscles, making her feel the slight trembling of his hands as well. "Um... Does it help?" He asked, with him leaning closer to her, she was a lot more closer too now... Too close for his racing heart, and too pretty - he had to act as though what he was doing was completely normal and a daily occurrence. In truth, chasing criminals and dodging plasma was nothing compared to this, if there was an escape pod he might have ejected already.
RE: Port Twelve - The.Cop - 03-11-2018
Monica was simply listening to satisfied noises of the guy trying out her cocktail.
Her eyes closed, she could just imagine shapes of smile he made as the liquid landed on his tongue. Being quite relaxed still, she couldn't resist the touch of his hand on her shoulder, it was awesome, yet so soft. How could a big man like Horace, have so soft hands? "That's just... Perfect" She would definitely regret that she is human right now, because there was no way how to express her positive emotions right now, if she was a cat, she would purr loudly. Enjoying massage way too much, she leaned her head sidewise, providing Horace with better and easier access to her shoulder and side of her neck "Where and when did you learn to touch girls like that?" Were the only words she could say under such amount of pleasure.
"Riiiight, I am enjoying it way too much.
Now it's my turn to repay your kindness. Even if you definitely do not look like a kind and soft guy" And with these words she quickly got up from her seat and walked carefully behind him. "Just relax now, alright?" Monica had to grin as her hands landed on his shoulders and carefully began to squeeze his muscles, then she caressed his shoulders, trying to provide him with a nice massage. She wasn't able to think at all, this Hunter had some special aura or influence over her mind. Handsome, clever, brave, her friend, a nice person to fly and share her free time with. Thinking about it made her sigh again and a moment later she caught herself smiling kindly.
RE: Port Twelve - Roleplay - 03-11-2018
Horace was happy enough that he was not screamed and yelled at for such a bold move yet, and to see that Monica was even enjoying it and complimenting his non-existing skills, it eased him up a little more. Not to mention, the drink had started to kick in slowly, and he was being pulled into a slight, sweetly numbed state where he could care less and less even if he tried. Especially after that rush of nervousness, this stark contrast made him feel quite content, and for a while he could massage her shoulder with his hand not trembling as much.
He watched her satisfied expression mutely, focusing on every detail, the curl of her lips and her silent sighs, she had closed her eyes and seemed to be savoring the moment. He wasn't yet aware how taken he was by her. Yet, for the next move his pretty companion would pull off he was not ready one bit. She stood up from her seat and walked behind him with the charm of a goddess. And she told him to relax, but Horace was all stiff! How could he relax in such a situation?
Her little hands traveled on his body, going over his muscles and shoulders which really needed some care, actually, and he abruptly let out a satisfied "Mmm..!" without realizing it, then shut his mouth tight and bit on his lips. Just what kind of a noise he made like that? Take hold of yourself Horace!
"H-hey... hmm... Monica... You're not drunk, right?"
Luckily, nobody seemed to have noticed Monica and stared. The old freelancer was focusing on his drink, and other than him there were only a group of veterans too deep in their political discussion, and a young couple in a corner who were too enchanted by each other to care for the rest of the world. They had visited the bar in a time of relative peace.
He added then, "But... ah... it feels great... thanks." He didn't want her to feel that she's not massaging him properly, in fact, it was the best massage he ever had in his life. It was only that Horace lacked all experience and confidence to know what to do next, and thought anything he does will make him look like a fool... Though maybe, being so stiff like this already made him look like so. He really needed to drink more, and so he did, taking another shot of rum.
He watched her satisfied expression mutely, focusing on every detail, the curl of her lips and her silent sighs, she had closed her eyes and seemed to be savoring the moment. He wasn't yet aware how taken he was by her. Yet, for the next move his pretty companion would pull off he was not ready one bit. She stood up from her seat and walked behind him with the charm of a goddess. And she told him to relax, but Horace was all stiff! How could he relax in such a situation?
Her little hands traveled on his body, going over his muscles and shoulders which really needed some care, actually, and he abruptly let out a satisfied "Mmm..!" without realizing it, then shut his mouth tight and bit on his lips. Just what kind of a noise he made like that? Take hold of yourself Horace!
"H-hey... hmm... Monica... You're not drunk, right?"
Luckily, nobody seemed to have noticed Monica and stared. The old freelancer was focusing on his drink, and other than him there were only a group of veterans too deep in their political discussion, and a young couple in a corner who were too enchanted by each other to care for the rest of the world. They had visited the bar in a time of relative peace.
He added then, "But... ah... it feels great... thanks." He didn't want her to feel that she's not massaging him properly, in fact, it was the best massage he ever had in his life. It was only that Horace lacked all experience and confidence to know what to do next, and thought anything he does will make him look like a fool... Though maybe, being so stiff like this already made him look like so. He really needed to drink more, and so he did, taking another shot of rum.
RE: Port Twelve - The.Cop - 03-11-2018
Smiling kindly, she continued massaging his shoulders, until he asked her if she is drunk. Out of sudden she had squeezed his shoulder and whispered. "Alright, Hunter. You will HAVE to pass me your ID card now. You are currently under influence of alcohol and flying while drunk is forbidden." Monica said and gestured "give me your ID"
with her hand in front of his face. "Of course I am not drunk... Did you really think that one cocktail would punch me down? Even if I am having a shift in the morning? Shaking her head in disbelief, she took a seat where she was previously seated, still shaking her head and stating into his eyes.
"Hmmhmmmm..." Monica grinned at Horace, but it was a special grin. After that she slowly pushed her glass towards him as a gesture that he is still allowed to share her drink. Suddenly a simple "beep" cloud be heard and few seconds after that Monica took out here datapad "Ohh myyy... " Her eyes were shinning once again, the happiness was radiating into surrounding. "I've got a chance to pick next course of my Police career!!" Bingo, that's something she has been waiting for... Promotion.
RE: Port Twelve - Roleplay - 03-11-2018
Horace was surprised with the sudden change with her. He raised an eyebrow as he watched her take her seat immediately, even demand his ID. There he did it, having said something weird to mess up the mood and make a fool out of himself once again.
"Are you serious?" He asked her, suspicious of her real intention, wondering if she really wants it or if she's only joking. In any case, he produced the ID from one of the many pockets of his pilot suit and put it on the table, slid it across to her. "Here."
And there, if she looked over it, she'd indeed see that his name on the ID is Horace Laster, his age twenty-six, the place of birth Freeport 6 in Tau 29, and his blood type AB positive. "If there's anything else you want, please ask, ma'am."
And with the message on her datapad he was intrigued and smiled to her widely, "Oh! I am happy for you, Monica. So... will you go along with your earlier plan, running prisoners between houses? Or is this a different matter?" he wondered what exactly it meant.
"Are you serious?" He asked her, suspicious of her real intention, wondering if she really wants it or if she's only joking. In any case, he produced the ID from one of the many pockets of his pilot suit and put it on the table, slid it across to her. "Here."
And there, if she looked over it, she'd indeed see that his name on the ID is Horace Laster, his age twenty-six, the place of birth Freeport 6 in Tau 29, and his blood type AB positive. "If there's anything else you want, please ask, ma'am."
And with the message on her datapad he was intrigued and smiled to her widely, "Oh! I am happy for you, Monica. So... will you go along with your earlier plan, running prisoners between houses? Or is this a different matter?" he wondered what exactly it meant.
RE: Port Twelve - The.Cop - 03-12-2018
Speechless Monica,
that was nothing unusual, however being speechless because of the good things happening to her? Unusual. She took a deep breath, and one more before she said more about it "Well I've got three options now. Command a prison liner with designation XT-73, leave it as it is right now PR join Attica's space guard... Hmm? Her dreams just came true. All of these options were like an entrance to Heaven for somebody like her. "What do you think? Which one of these would you like? ... " She asked him quietly, while her eyes were locked on the screen.
RE: Port Twelve - Roleplay - 03-12-2018
Horace took a sip from Monica's drink again and scratched his cheek, thinking about the topic a bit.
"Well... I will be biased, because I value my ability to fly anywhere whenever I wish," he explained. "Though none of these options seem to allow this freedom to you yet, I'd choose the prison liner one. You get to see new places like you said you want to, and visit other houses. Maybe you could even have some off time between your duties to be able to spend time in those houses a little?" he asked her hopefully, as he didn't know if she'd have the time for that, or if she'd even be allowed to roam free between the flights.
"The other choices seem to be more limited. Especially being a guard for a prison base. It almost sounds like being imprisoned yourself, to me. I would be very bored doing that. As for the last option, I don't know. I currently enjoy our patrols a lot, and I guess with you flying a prison liner, it will not be possible to continue as before."
"Though, as I said before, I would also escort you along your visits to the other houses, if you requested such."
"But uh... don't allow me to influence your choice. You should just choose whichever one you think is best for you, Monica."
"Well... I will be biased, because I value my ability to fly anywhere whenever I wish," he explained. "Though none of these options seem to allow this freedom to you yet, I'd choose the prison liner one. You get to see new places like you said you want to, and visit other houses. Maybe you could even have some off time between your duties to be able to spend time in those houses a little?" he asked her hopefully, as he didn't know if she'd have the time for that, or if she'd even be allowed to roam free between the flights.
"The other choices seem to be more limited. Especially being a guard for a prison base. It almost sounds like being imprisoned yourself, to me. I would be very bored doing that. As for the last option, I don't know. I currently enjoy our patrols a lot, and I guess with you flying a prison liner, it will not be possible to continue as before."
"Though, as I said before, I would also escort you along your visits to the other houses, if you requested such."
"But uh... don't allow me to influence your choice. You should just choose whichever one you think is best for you, Monica."
RE: Port Twelve - The.Cop - 03-13-2018
There was something right in those opinions he threw at her. It was her dream to step out of the Liberty's border and explore new sectors.
And after all she could be of great help still. Prison Liners are equipped with strong weaponry, cruise disruptor and even with TLAGSNET. "Hmmm... You are right.
I will pick the Liner option and in my free time I will be stationed on Mc'Neil." Monica said and gave him a nod. Finally she will command one of these Liners. Now with a final sip from her drink she began typing onto her datapad, probably a message to her headquarters. "Your offer still stands however, right? The one about escort..." She asked him again in hope he hadn't changed his mind yet.