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First Date (Or Escapes with Benefits)
Jun. 6th, 2012 12:30 am"I really do think you should go out with me," he said. For the nth time, frankly. He was persistent. After all, every time he looked at her his heart practically skipped a beat. She was like something out of the stories. One of those tough warrior women who were, frankly, supposed to only exist in fiction. Well, the gorgeous ones at any rate. She was calm as ice, clever and tough as hull armour.
And she was hot.
"Look, I know I keep asking and you keep shooting me down. That's ok. I'm a persistent kind of guy. One of my better qualities. That and the dashing good looks. I've mentioned that part, right?" said the man in the frankly goofy shirt. He looked up as the antiquated ventilation system creaked into life again, indicating that another cycle was beginning on Garbage Reclamation Plant 444-B. Built into a played-out asteroid, the place just reeked and seemed to be a gigantic factory for collecting rust. He was fairly certain if he leaned on some walls they'd open up to vacuum. But they were waiting for a delivery here, one of two that had - by the wonderful timing of the galaxy - been scheduled simultaneously.
Which meant it was just the two of them, him and Zoe. And he rather liked that part.
"I can use shadow puppets if you want to convince you. I can tell a damn good story with shadow puppets. I'll call it 'Why Zoe Should Go To Dinner With Me, an epic in three parts.'"
He turned his attention briefly as an old garbage scow came into the bay they occupied, lowering itself to the deck plating. Then glanced at his watch. The drop was overdue. That...well that just made him a tiny bit nervous.
And she was hot.
"Look, I know I keep asking and you keep shooting me down. That's ok. I'm a persistent kind of guy. One of my better qualities. That and the dashing good looks. I've mentioned that part, right?" said the man in the frankly goofy shirt. He looked up as the antiquated ventilation system creaked into life again, indicating that another cycle was beginning on Garbage Reclamation Plant 444-B. Built into a played-out asteroid, the place just reeked and seemed to be a gigantic factory for collecting rust. He was fairly certain if he leaned on some walls they'd open up to vacuum. But they were waiting for a delivery here, one of two that had - by the wonderful timing of the galaxy - been scheduled simultaneously.
Which meant it was just the two of them, him and Zoe. And he rather liked that part.
"I can use shadow puppets if you want to convince you. I can tell a damn good story with shadow puppets. I'll call it 'Why Zoe Should Go To Dinner With Me, an epic in three parts.'"
He turned his attention briefly as an old garbage scow came into the bay they occupied, lowering itself to the deck plating. Then glanced at his watch. The drop was overdue. That...well that just made him a tiny bit nervous.
