It is a usual story for Sirius. A chance encounter in orbit of New London kindles the curiosity. An accidental remark about "doing some digging" results in an entertaining, if not outright flirtatious exchange. This evolves into a game of chance, with secrets at stake and the winner asking the questions. Emily wins. Multiple times. Getting to ask what she wanted to know, to the point that she gives the last round to her opponent out of courtesy. On one condition...
The sun has begun to set for New London, the sky traffic slowly decreasing for the day's rest. On one of the launch pads, an Eagle sat calmly, the drizzle of rain slowly slipping down the wings and tail fins. The bar inside a nearby building was almost empty, clearly the youths of the night life were yet to appear.
Emily sat patiently, watching the weather soak the window she was peering through towards the launch pad, as she awaited her company to land. She removed her slightly damp jacket of tanned leather, revealing a black turtle neck jumper beneath. The makeup she had applied with haste began to run slightly, no matter how brief her time in the rain had been.
"A drink for the lady?" A voice disturbed Emily's peace, she looked up and saw one of the barmen, staring down at her. "No, thanks" Emily spoke out after composing herself. The barman removed himself from her presence, and she once again peered through the rain.
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