[ It doesn't take Jim long to find her, feeling relieved to see the event close without violence - he's got a petty streak like every other human to exist, but not so much that he'd rather people get hurt to be vindicated. Preventative measures are just that, and he's happy about it. ]
Hey drunky, [ he teases upon catching sight of her. ]
( he finds her. she's in a dress in deep purple, the back free, hair piled atop her head in a way that looks complicated and artful but really isn't, eyes lined darkly with kohl.
she's got a bottle of something in one hand. )
If that's how you're gonna be, I won't share. ( she lifts it. )
[ Jim smiles and holds his hands up in a gesture of surrender, though his bright blue gaze flicks of her get-up, appreciative. She cleans up nicer than he does; uniforms are far less aesthetically pleasing. ]
( she takes a step closer, holding the bottle out to him. not swaying even a little despite all the drinks she's had and the high heels she's wearing under this dress. )
[ Jim takes the bottle, though he just holds it for the moment, and offers Dutch his arm. Not faux-stuffy manners, he just seems relaxed about it. ]
As if I'd ever refuse. [ He's probably a little dusty, a twig or leaf stuck to the back of his coat, maybe smelling of whatever spacey rocket fuel Gundams exhaust smells like. ]
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Is there any talk of cooperation and integration with the natives or is it just refugee separatist type topics?
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[ He's j curious babe. ]
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but yeah, both are happening
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[ It's just, 'explorer' also means 'military' where he's from. ]
Integration and separation don't work together.
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you clearly give a shit
no, and neither do people who want integration and people who want separation
unless there's copious amounts of alcohol involved i guess
( speaking of: another picture. this time, scotch. )
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[ Jim remembers how riled up you were over the chimera, babe. ]
That's more my style.
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( but as far as denial goes, it isn't much of one )
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( but one she's fond of, damn him )
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( "and the fact that you're too far away for me to distract you with sex right now" goes unsaid)
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still outside?
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Hey drunky, [ he teases upon catching sight of her. ]
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she's got a bottle of something in one hand. )
If that's how you're gonna be, I won't share. ( she lifts it. )
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Hey babe. [ Total re-do. See? ]
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( she takes a step closer, holding the bottle out to him. not swaying even a little despite all the drinks she's had and the high heels she's wearing under this dress. )
Gonna walk me home?
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As if I'd ever refuse. [ He's probably a little dusty, a twig or leaf stuck to the back of his coat, maybe smelling of whatever spacey rocket fuel Gundams exhaust smells like. ]
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oh this is nsfw now, sorry peanut gallery
why would u apologise to the peanut gallery ur welcome peanut gallery
responsibly warning!!
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let's wrap this up here?