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Post by Ensign Ankos Itri on Jul 20, 2018 9:32:40 GMT -5
Zira gave Ynera a cautious look as she hugged Ankos tighter. The zoid didn't seem to notice, though, placing a quick kiss on the fishie's forehead.
"So do you, I still cannot get used to not looking at you from a screen." Ankos stopped for a moment to smile lovingly at Ynera, before taking his drink in his hand.
"Shall we drink to us?"
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Post by Cmdr Marcus Blaine on Jul 20, 2018 11:32:26 GMT -5
Sereya Eren stretched luxuriously in her plush Risian bed as she listened to the door sliding shut, leaving her alone once again. A soft, contented sigh escaped her before she moved to sit up, her long, spotted legs sliding over the side of the bed as she got back to her feet. It was only a few slinky footsteps to the bathroom before she forewent the shower to treat herself to a nice, long soak in the over-sized tub, tapping a few buttons on the wall panel to make the water fizz as the pleasing scent of a flower she couldn’t quite name off the top of her head began to rise with the steam.
Another soft sigh escaped her as she leaned her hair back to wet her platinum hair, her eyes closed as she let the heated waters soak into her sore muscles. Risa had been… productive that year. Perhaps more so than any year before. A slight smirk appeared on her face. Well, of course she’d had better luck than Zacir, anyone could have predicted that. A woman alone on Risa was bound to garner more attention than a man, it was simply a fact of nature. Her next male host would certainly have quite the mountain to climb if he wanted to beat this record.
Eren chuckled to herself faintly at the thought, letting her emerald eyes open as she looked around the little room. She moved in the tub, resting her arms on the rim and propping her chin directly in the centre. And to think, when they’d first arrived she’d convinced herself she wasn’t going to have a good time. It had been easy enough to do, considering the intense dramatics in her personal life, but chasing after K’Ria with Sinez had been more than enough motivation to strike out. Still, she thought with a bitter smirk, after her first liaison she’d ended up right in this very bathroom, crying her eyes out as the tremendous weight of reality sank down on the trill, quietly suffocating her until she'd composed herself enough to breathe again and head back out.
She hadn’t cried after the next one. Or any of the others, for that matter. She was getting better.
After washing herself thoroughly in the tub, she rose elegantly from the fragrant waters and let it drain. She did not bother to dry her hair as she slipped on a luxurious bathrobe and made her way back into her room.
Eren touched the replicator panel. “Iced coffee with a double shot of bourbon,” she ordered, taking the glass as it materialised and heading out onto the balcony. She went to lean against the railing, forcing herself not to look straight down at the bay far, far, far below her and instead out at the beach. Another sigh escaped her lips; soon enough she’d be out there again, drinking and bullshitting and maybe even doing a little bit of hunting. As fun as some of her new friends were, variety was still the spice of life.
Eren chuckled again at that, taking a sip of her drink as she gazed upon the land as though it were her domain. She was definitely getting better.
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Post by PO2 Jacob William Callihan on Jul 23, 2018 8:45:08 GMT -5
*After his firework display and after the clean up he stayed in the bar, taking a well earned rest. He was pleased that it had been such a success, he had put days of effort and planning into it. He knew there were those who believed he would mess up and cause an incident. He was very pleased to have proven all the doubters wrong for once. Although without his team he doubted it would of been like it was. All that he hoped for was that Nine saw it and was pleased, but he could understand if she was still upset with him. He had been a jerk to her.
All these thoughts circled his head as he sat at the bar with a pint of larger in hands, wondering if he should get dinner*
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