Evangeline Anastasia McDowell

[Bazza]

Entry#: 144
Date: 16 - 03 - 819 AS @ 21:02 SUT
Title: Untitled.

I originally came to Manhattan to track down a contractor to do my dirty work for me. Instead of that, I ended up assembling a truce with the people my contractors would have been shooting at.

Kind of funny how that works out, but, I'm not going to say no to it now. I do kind of miss the bar of Rochester and at least now I'm able to approach the table with the Congress without shooting at them first.

With that said another of the objectives of this visit was to check up on my favourite Libertonian, Admiral Hale - and to get some free food out of him; both of which have also been checked off the list.

David found me floating in low orbit over Manhattan, taking a moment to observe another victim of the ambient morality - an innocent freelancer being arrested without any real cause barring the simple fact he had a Rheinlanders' accent.

Putting aside how close I was to tearing the place apart at seeing that, I ended up following David away from the high-profile skies over Manhattan all the way to his home on Los Angeles. I sat down the remnants of my original Eagle on one of the terranean landing pads and received a taxi ride right to his front door - a rather well kept little establishment in the suburban upper east side.

It was just the two of us there and I will not lie about the tension that was in the air. I don't really know what David thinks of me seeing as I have not asked nor has he told me but there was definitely something going around us back then - only a mild precursor to what was about to happen.

I, of course, had more pressing issues at hand; I was hungry. I've always been a simple girl with simple needs and simple ways of voicing them. We found ourselves sitting together on a large two-seater leather couch which faced a window overlooking one of the many sandy beaches of L.A.

"Daaaavviiiiiiid~

I was at first snuggled right up next to him on the couch, our noticeable size difference obvious and no doubt adding to my innate cuteness factor as I played the role of an attention-seeking kitten. I leant up and stretched out as I reached over him from my side of the couch to his - placing my arms either side of him, my face finishing millimetres away from his own. The little black skirt I was wearing had quite fortuitously snuck its way up my bottom putting parts of my underwear in full display of the Admiral's wandering eyes which were also taking in my modest uppermost womanly features hidden behind a low-cut business shirt which I had procured for the specific purpose of wooing the Reaver mercenary who'd been sent my way earlier.

Our gazes locked for what seemed like an eternity as our heavy breath intertwined. I had his absolute focus and I could tell that his mind was reeling - almost in shock - about what was happening to him. He had frozen stiff in anticipation. Or perhaps it was fear? Either way, I quickly became aware certain other... things... were stiff too.






He is a boy, after all.


Of course, after getting his attention...

......I'm hungry~"

At which point this silly, ridiculous smile crossed my face and I could no longer maintain the seductress' façade I'd been trying on since arriving. The smile eventually became an outburst of laugher which - mind you - happened whilst I was still straddling Hale sunk deep into his cushion, locking him into place.

I could tell he wanted to introduce the palm of his hand to his forehead at that moment but he apparently digressed and promptly ordered a sum of pizza and other tasties from whatever local facility he uses.

I did feel a little bad about tricking him like that but I don't think he minds that much - he really does seem to enjoy my company, and to be honest I can't really blame him for it. The house he lives in has three bedrooms - two of which David claims to be "guest" rooms.

It doesn't really take a genius to work out that at least one of them was meant to be his children's room while the double bed in the masters' was quite clearly purposed with a wife in mind - something that just isn't in David's life.

When all of this was right in front of me, clear as day for me to absorb and process, I genuinely and honestly felt bad for stringing him along like I did and have been. I know little tidbits of his relationship history which, if I recall correctly, includes an ex-wife somewhere; but I can't quite remember if he has children or not. I also know that the last girl he showed an interest in was Sarah Willows and, well, we all know what happened to her.

Whilst I was considering this new wall of information I'd been presented with David asked me, right out of left field, if I wanted to use his bed to stay the night.

After I stopped myself having a heart attack I had to quickly rationalise what he'd said. Did he really just ask me to bed with him? Woah. Slow down. Hold up. Think for a second, Eva. - something along those lines.

Not much genuinely catches me off guard, especially relating to sex and relationships but this just snuck up outta' nowhere and landed a cheap shot right on the kisser. I do like Dave as a friend and think he's not only easy on the eyes for a bloke of his vintage but also an agreeable thinker however I just don't think that having any kind of intimate relationship with him is a good idea.

I mean, I'm supposed to be a mother and wife now, I can't exactly go off sleeping with anyone who takes my fancy any more even without also considering the place in my heart which still holds a certain Rheinland Fleet Admiral dear to itself, waiting patiently for the day he washes up on my front step once again.

Some kind of messed up loyalty I have, huh?

A few awkward moments of silence later and I made an attempt at casually declining the offer, instead choosing one of the guest bedrooms. He retired to his own quarters, endeavouring to but not quite completely hiding the disappointment and embarrassment in his voice and swagger. Even with everything considered there was a part of me that just wanted to... grab a hold of his hand and wander between the sheets with him and give the poor bastard the companionship he needs.

I didn't really get much sleep that night and I doubt he did either because we both woke up ****ed sideways the next morning - although it may have had something to do with the offset day/night cycle of planet L.A.

The flight back to New York was atrociously infuriating - the battery in my Eagle went flat over night and I couldn't get the damn thing started. Considering what little was left of the shell was a mashup of about four other ships with forged registration and chassis details, I came to the conclusion it was time to get rid of it and move on.

I ended up leaving L.A. in a brand new ship after conning some poor sod into taking the Eagle as a trade-in. This actually went on to quite possibly save my life as I had to explain to Misaka and the girls why I hadn't come home last night. The story ended up being that I'd suffered a terminal ship failure and had been unable to make contact with base for the duration.

Isn't it lovely when things just work out?

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