[ She pulls a face, one that he's likely to find unreadable. She'd been thinking about the year of parties on the alien planet, which was long after he'd disappeared.
She covers up her discomfort by taking another drink. Then she says flatly: ]
What, you want to know if I got drunk enough to fuck you?
[ She rolls her eyes. The answer is 'yes', of course, yet she's glad to know that's not what he was pressing for. That doesn't mean she's not irritated. ]
Okay, fine, I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions.
Yeah, I guess it did. But the main thing that bothers me, to be honest, is not being in my robot anymore. I can't punch as hard or anything. Plus I got hurt and ended up in recovery for a long time.
[A look of concern passes over his face before he can stop it. Obviously she was fine and all that... but for just a second the thought of it twisted through him. He pushes past it to focus on the bit before that. Because, that's probably one of the most Tex reasons for anything ever. Of all time.]
I have to admit, there are things I miss about the robot. For example; I forgot how much stubbing your toe fucking hurts.
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[He doesn't have to 'know' that look to know that look.]
I'm not planning on getting shitfaced.
[He gives a thoughtful look as he sips. Comparing the moment to the memories of it.]
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Oh, well, then that makes it just fine.
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[His token scowl is really closer to a pout at being teased.]
You don't think I can handle it...
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Don't whine. It's not a good look.
Also, no, I don't.
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[He wasn't whining. Jeez.]
And I guess we'll see.
[He tips his glass like she had and takes a drink.]
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Just don't expect me to hold your hair back when you have to puke.
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[Besides, he wants to get drunk. Not hammered, but drunk enough. He grabs a few pretzels.]
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Suit yourself.
[ And then she takes a swig of her drink. ]
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So, how bad was it your first time?
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I handled it.
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[Eyebrow of skepticism.]
No one had to hold your hair for you?
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Any with me?
[Since she said he was there. Just curious.]
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She covers up her discomfort by taking another drink. Then she says flatly: ]
What, you want to know if I got drunk enough to fuck you?
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[Not quite where he was going with that. But of course she has to jump to the most insulting conclusion.]
Just because I have a dick, doesn't mean I have to think with it. I'm not Tucker.
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Okay, fine, I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions.
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[She's irritated and he's insulted... He bites back his own retaliatory insulting question.]
You shouldn't have.
[He grabs the last couple of cinnamon bites. Literally keeping his mouth occupied with something other than saying something he'd regret.]
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Eventually she speaks, having found a new topic to broach. ]
Where are you staying?
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Someplace called the Proxy Hotel. Got stuck with a big lizard for a roomie. But I haven't seen him in a few days.
[He taps his fingers on the side of his glass.]
What about you? Did you win the roommate lottery?
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[ Not that she ever actually did that. Church isn't the only one who identifies with those old memories. ]
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[He snerks]
I dodged a bullet with Caboose.... Probably the only bullet I dodged with him.
[Hang on...]
Did you guys have barracks? A bunch of Freelancers trying to share a space... that must have suuucked.
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[He nods.]
Do you ever find the memories- I don't know... useful? Like, maybe it helped you get used to things faster...
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Yeah, I guess it did. But the main thing that bothers me, to be honest, is not being in my robot anymore. I can't punch as hard or anything. Plus I got hurt and ended up in recovery for a long time.
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I have to admit, there are things I miss about the robot. For example; I forgot how much stubbing your toe fucking hurts.
[He chuckles softly.]
Did you at least get your armor?
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