Deep Space IC

[EuphoricDysphoria]

"Careful with that. Little Miss Oracle is my God already took Kat's favorite poison away earlier and tossed it in an incinerator."

"My toys are all electric." She replied jauntily, with a lascivious wink as she took a long pull on the toy in question. "Vinegar tits tries to incinerate this one and she'll have a fight on her hands."

"Basically a combination of lot of other drinking game. You got thumbmaster, I never, rhyming. Lots of easy ways to end up getting to see who likes to make their friends suffer. I'm Corcin by the way."

"Rylee." She replied, pouring another measure, one to be sipped and savoured now she had caught up with the others a little.

"Well I brought some cards in case we get really bored. Texas hold 'em's my game of choice."

Rylee seated herself at a table and smiled broadly at the assembled drinkers, keen to see what happened next and what it revealed about her crewmates. In the military everyone at least had the same basic training, etiquette and rules of conduct. The badges of rank and their degrees of authority were always in place, even during downtime. Here amongst civilians it would be interesting to see them cut loose.

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Dr. Grace Weston - Mess Hall

Grace smiled cryptically at Kat’s mention of dancing on the bar.

“Eh,” she shrugged and said in a dry tone, “Not like that’s ever been done before.”

Grace thought she could clearly see the direction the evening was taking and she wasn't sure she was up to it. She gave fair consideration to holding off. She thought about slowing down or taking a step back – back all the way to her quarters or the infirmary. But in the end she just couldn’t do it. Even if the whole mission went blissfully and mind-numbingly eventless to an unqualified success, there would never be another night like this. Not Christmas, not an open bar, not games and certainly not high spirits. Soon they would be facing the pressures of their situation, hostile environment, the Galileo. It was good to let them clear theirs and blow off a little steam. When the party was over, they’d all turn in their glass slippers and get back to their Cinderella duties under the watchful eye of Oracle and the Wicked Step-Mother.

But for now – let the games begin.

“Beer, rum, vodka, “she bowed her head slightly to Rylee, “and now a single malt. This place is rapidly becoming an alcoholic’s wet dream.”

Looking around at the crew, she raised her shot glass in toast, “Ladies and gentlemen, may all your dreams come true.”

“Now, what are the rules of this Fucked Up game?” She folds her hands neatly on the bar, the exaggerated batting of her eyelashes and her knowingly feigned expression were so angelic that is was comical, “For the record I am a dab hand at Quarters and Beer Pong, poker not so much… well, depending on the stakes.”

 

[Nordican]

Corcin smiled at the doc and then outlined the rules. It wasn't hard, the steps were all pretty specific to the card and in most cases it ended up just taking more than one drink of your respective beverage. But the special ones especially with the variation Corcin outlined, those were the ones that really gave the game it's edge. Definitely the ones that could turn the game into some far more spicier then just a simple drinking game.

"We'll need Rylee's cards of course but otherwise people just need something in their hand to drink that has alcoholic content." The other helmsman said with a sly grin to Grace when she battered her eye lashes. He wasn't going to lie and say watching her start a little dance routine on the bar had totally skipped his brain after Kat had mentioned it. But he concentrated on making sure everyone involved knew the rules before they started drinking and loosing their sense.

Corcin kept his dark beer in hand as he settled in to the right of Rylee so he'd be last and then waited for her cards to appear hoping she kept them on her person. "Just shuffle em up and then mix and mash em face down on the table so they're good and mixed. Anyone pulls four Kings and they're gonna end up getting a kick to the rear." Corcin jokingly before taking another drink from his beer before the game started.

 

[kittenofdeath]

Adam took the information with a grain of salt, it all sounded plausible, but corporate types only told what needed to be told, and in some cases outright lied. Adam didn’t really care what they were hiding if they were hiding something, all he cared about was being able to do his job effectively and safely, withholding information was a surefire way to get him killed.

He didn’t ask any more questions, the logged information would contain anything else she could tell him, so further inquires would be pointless at this juncture, instead he just silently went back to his dinner, he was as happy about the alcohol as anyone else was, but he would finish his food first. Once his plate was empty he set about getting himself a drink, but rather than head over to join the group already at it, he slipped in to the kitchen and made his way to the refrigerators.

“You cant be in here!” the serving lady snapped at him, waving a ladle threateningly in his direction, but Adam paid her little mind “Incorrect” was his reply as he started rooting through the fridges for what he was looking for “I am here, so therefore I can be here, I believe what you meant to say was that I'm not supposed to be here” he closed the door with his foot, his arms now loaded down with mixers of all kinds. “Which for the record, would also be incorrect” regardless of his status as an engineer that could go anywhere on the ship, the kitchens weren’t off limits to anyone.

With his bounty of mixing fluids and ice now in hand, he went over to the alcohol, many people with less foresight than he being pleasantly surprised by the arrival of essential drinking items, happily relieving him of his burden before he could even put it down. Adam then went to the alcohol stockpile and searched, eventually finding a cocktail shaker and decent bottle of scotch, which he then used to combine two shots of scotch, two shots of some cheep maple syrup he had found, and one shot of water. The concoction was then served over ice in a small glass and slowly sipped at by its maker, Adam did like a good drink from time to time.

 

[Tight_n_ready]

Captain Ellen Kain

She rolled her eyes as Rex was escorted off to the brig, to be honest she didn't care, the man had been way out of line, she might not like the ship director, but that didn't mean she would side with an asshole just cause he tried to pull one over on her. She nodded to Ford as he he escorted the helmsman out of the mess hall. Though she got the feeling she wouldn't be seeing the man for a while, he seemed restless and uncomfortable, she wouldn't have been surprised to find him wandering the ship the rest of the 'night'. Of course there was no true night on board, they had a ship clock that was theoretically still on earth time, but people would just follow the workings of their own internal clock, fortunately they should all be on the same time for that considering they'd been in cryo for two years.

As it was, she couldn't resist the sounds of bottles being discovered and sampled coming from the bar. She gave up on the tasteless food, it was almost as bad as the stuff they served in the navy. Fortunately there were a few other traditions that had also been carried over from the navy, one of which was the idea of Captain's stores. She made her way into the kitchen Adam had just been in, the serving lady turned, waving her ladle like an axe, ready to beat away any more invaders of her kitchen, but her attitude slipped away like water when she saw the Captain. Ellen gave her a forced smile, she was annoying, but she was just trying to do her job, Oracle was notoriously harsh on those who broke regulations, even if it was someone else who was guilty.

She crossed to a cabinet recessed into the wall, there was writing engraved into it, 'Director and Captain's Stores'. She sighed in frustration, that woman was everywhere, but she opened the door with satisfaction anyway. Had anyone else tried to open the door they would probably have received a debilitating electric shock for their troubles, but as Ellen's fingers touched the handle three dozen micro sensors took samples, scanned her fingerprints and compared them all to those on file. One sensor reported an anomaly, but the ships AI diagnosed it as freezerburn and sent the 'safe' command to the door lock. It all happened in a heartbeat.

She reached in and grabbed two bottles, then thought better and put one back, they had to be able to walk in the morning after all. There was little else in there but bottles and a few luxury food stuffs that she ignored for now. She kicked the door closed behind her, grinned daringly at the scandalized serving lady and made her way out of the kitchen door. She could hear them talking about a drinking game. She knew that they might not be quite as comfortable with her as they would be with the others, she was straight after the director and it seemed she had not made the best impression on the crew.

A mischievous look on her face, she snatched the cigar from Rylee's lips, "I'm afraid your not allowed that. Didn't anyone tell you the Captain has the first pull?"

As she spoke she put the bottle down on the bar and slid them along the polished surface. As they came to a halt it became obvious what they were. It was a tall bottle, thin, with an even longer and thinner neck, the label was a swirling holographic design, psychedelic images floating back and forth across the front of the bottle. Moonside absinthe, the stuff was as legendary as it was lethal, but Ellen had quite happily abused her Captain's expenses to get her hands on a dozen bottles of the stuff, she'd once downed a whole bottle in the officers mess. She hadn't been able to walk for a week. It was as close to pure alcohol as it was possible to go without poisoning yourself, 98%. There was a challenge in her voice as the bottle slid to a halt on the bar. "Will this stake me?"

 

[HotCider]

Tagged: Reed, Weston, Nacern, Rita, & Kain

Victor’s silver eyes rolled to his left to leer at the bosom dangling like two oversized cherries from a rearview mirror. He was surprised the officer had such a luscious chest when she seemed like more of a man than some of the ones claiming to be on the team. And then it came, another one of Kat’s snarky comments brought on by the presence of Lunar Eclipse.

I piss harsher stuff than this…I’ll get my lips wet on that shit when you get your dick wet on me.

Victor rose to face Kat, and if she allowed him, he would take her hand to press it against the big, fat bottle of whiskey he was holding. He set it on the counter before her, his lips cracked in a mischievous grin. The bottle he had presented was the infamous green bottle of old, straight from the Green Isle herself. Jameson was so ancient, the distillery might as well had put Christ on the label—if it wasn’t so sacrilegious.

“Anyone ever tell you to be careful what you wish for?” he asked.

He released her hand, leaving her with that gift as though he had given her a diamond ring. He crouched back behind the counter returning to work, stocking the bar as others gradually joined them. Weston helped herself to a bottle of vodka, and Victor paused in his distribution to watch her knock a few shots back.

“Slow down comrade,” Victor said on a pretty good impersonation of a Russian accent. “You’ll be hammered before the games even start.”

Rita smiled from across the room as the crew congregated happily around the bar. She rested her hands upon her hips and called to them, “Remember, Locker 0700 and drink responsibly!”

With the reminder given, the director strode off to her quarters.

Yeah whatever, Victor thought.

Previously speaking of games…“So what are we playing?”

The remaining Helmsman mentioned several games, but it seemed FUBAR was catching the most attention. Victor listened to Nacern explain the rules and secretly made a face. Those rules were good for frat boys, but these were gentlemen and ladies sitting around him. Victor stood again with a bag of black, plastic shot glasses.

“Well, I hope you don’t mind if I change the rules a bit,” Victor told Corcin. “We’re gonna need some music too, and this place ain’t got it. I’m sure there’s a room around here where we can cut loose.”

It was then the captain joined them, sliding a holographic, flashy bottle that immediately caught his attention like a laser light did a cat. Victor’s free hand shot out to snatch the bottle and he flipped it around so the dazzling label was gleaming in his eyes.

“Jesus Christ…” he said in surprise before a naughty smile really stretched across his face. His eyes darted to the captain in masochistic amusement. “No offense, Ma’am, but are you trynna’ put us under?”

He set the bottle back on the counter for the others to marvel at. “Well everyone, I’m goin’ to find that rec room I saw around here. If the boss woman decides to come back in here for a midnight snack, I do not want to be here if I’m sloshed. Bring two bottles each, we don’t need the whole bar back there. No one is gonna know what their drinking when we play this game. You just better hope you don’t take the shot with the absinthe in it.”

With two bottles in his own hand and carrying the dark shot cups, Victor headed off to the rec room.

 

[Nordican]

In and around Team Boozehounds >_<

Corcin looked up at Victor for a moment when he proposed they move to a better environment and the helmsman had to agree with the security officer that it would probably be better to get out of Rita's hair.

"Come on ladies and lads we're on the move." He said to the others as he followed Victor out. Soon enough they got to the rec center and procured a deck of cards for their use. Settling in he took to shuffling up the cards so that they wouldn't have to wait any longer and began spreading them out on the large circular table that would accommodate those interested in playing.

The modifications would definitely make the game more interesting though he thought inwardly that Victor was more concerned with just showing off more skin then just getting plastered. Corcin had experienced no problem enjoying a good evening with pleasurable company with the regular system but it'd be fine either way so long as no one was shy.

As people started gathering up he had the cards all mashed about face down on the table and whoever sat down to his left would be the first one to pick up a card and get the show on the road.

 

[HotKittygirl]

Kat heading to the rec room

Kat caught those silvery eyes as he rose, that look upon his face was at once intriguing and annoyingly smug. Ghost wasn’t hard on the eyes by any means, though he just had that attitude that made it easy to dislike him. Yet Kat didn’t, she found that familiar camaraderie she had sorely missed for some time. She enjoyed the tease and harsh words, if anything it made her feel more comfortable than a kind smile and polite speech ever could. Those crimson orbs fell upon the green bottle that was plopped into her grasp, a slender brow arching as she gave the bottle and appraisingly glance.

“Well slap my ass and call me Betsy,” She laughed huskily, tapping the crimson sealed top as she flashed a rather wide grin at the taller man. “Might be worth it for something like this,” There was a hint of playfulness in that tone, even as she set the bottle down and drew her gaze away from Ghost to take a look at the gathering crowd. At least a few more stragglers had decided to join, if one couldn’t drink with the rest there was just something wrong with them. Thankfully, the bitch said her goodbyes, not without throwing out another few commands. Kat snorted sharply at her departure, women like that gave them a bad name…

The mood seemed to light considerably at Rita’s departure and even the Captain came out of no where. The sight of the woman made Kat smile all the more, she liked her even before she saw that curious bottle sliding down the bar. Those crimson eyes widened in surprise at the sight of it, even as Victor gave it the once over. She let out a low, appreciative whistle as she retrieved the bottle after Vic set it down, holding it gingerly like a mother would their first born child.

“A family in one of those third world countries could live off the cash this bottle costs for a year,” She said lightly, trailing her finger over the holographic design before she snorted. “Man I love corporations sometime. Good call, Cap’n!”

It was then that Rita was good and well gone that Kat slid out her pack of cigarettes and replaced the cancerstick in a swift motion, the lighter flipped out in her other hand before it was brought to the tip. “Thought Mommy would never go to bed,” She muttered out of the corner of her mouth, taking a deep drag before she released in an almost moaning sigh. Already the big man was laying his claim to the party and making off from the mess hall. Without another thought Kat snatched up whatever was left on the bar, casting a glance at the other guy who was done shaking up his drink.

“You want a tiny umbrella for that? Or maybe a good book and an aroma therapy candle?” She snorted the words, the cigarette dangling from her lips and bouncing with each word. She didn’t wait for a response though and simply followed after Victor and Corky, the trail of smoke filter out over her shoulder.

 

[Carreira]

Lab

Rukka smirked as he saw everyone in the room getting ready for a night of fun and tought to himself: Well, might as well have some fun too.

He stood up and stretched, passing his hand on his sore neck and moving his joints a bit.... - Ugh, I feel rusty as hell - he tought.

He left the mess hall and headed to his room. As he entered, he went to fetch his lab supplies bag which were on the ground next to the incinerator. He opened up the bag and peeked inside - some bottles, an alembic, some handheld genome scanners and other gadgets he was proud to have shone with the white lights of his room. He closed the bag and headed to the Lab.

Getting to the Lab where he was stationed, he stopped as he saw a brunette accessing the mainframe already. He looked around before making conversation - the lab had a white and blue tone, it was light and simple - although very sleek.

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He looked at a desk full of wireless computer interfaces and tossed his bag to the corner of the table while he said:

- Heyz Heys! Wasn't expecting to see you here.... though you were going to have fun with the rest of the crew

 

[emipet]

Personal Quarters

Lena finally relaxed in the fresher after scrubbing herself pink. She HAD to get that icky dirty, filthy feeling had left her skin and her mouth. The hot water massaged her body and she slid her hands over her full breasts rubbing and squeezing the fleshy globes until her nipples protruded. Her thumbs and forefingers found the hard nubs and tweaked and pinched them until a low moaning sigh escaped her lips and her knees weakened. She leaned back against the wall and slid her hand to her pussy and traced through the trimmed Vee of curly pubic hair to her puffy labia. She slid through her moist slit and spread the fleshy aroused folds of flesh and the hard button of her clit. She played and fingered herself to screaming orgasm and then rinsed off and stepped out refreshed and happy with the world.

Messhall
Lena walked in with a warm smile on her face and looked around. "Hello everyone! How is the food?"

That brought the ghost of a frown to her face, remembering her need to stay on the strict diet. A half a kilo more and she'd not be on the next mission and out of work for good. She would NOT descend to being a drug pusher at a penal mine or anything so degrading. She got her diet shake and sat glumly looking at the unappetizing concoction and dreaming of heaping plates of pasta and salads. Her stomach grumbled rebelliously and she slowly sipped at the thickened vanilla slurry of protiens and minerals.

"DERM"A!" She made the best of it and looked around for something fun to keep her mind off food.

 

[EuphoricDysphoria]

Rylee Scott: Engineer - Mess Hall --> Rec Room

"I'm afraid your not allowed that. Didn't anyone tell you the Captain has the first pull?"

Rylee watched the dark skinned woman pluck the cigar from her mouth and pull on it lustily. She was so shocked that it took her a moment to react. This was their captain? If Rylee had known her before she got tossed in the deep freeze, she had forgotten all about it.

A bottle thunked down heavily onto the table beside them and Rylee turned to see what it was. A guy grabbed it and confirmed her suspicions that it was Moonside Absinthe. Rylee had only ever tried the stuff once, had no recollection of its taste and had spent a over a week in the infirmary and then the brig for her trouble. So, they had a captain who enjoyed a smoke, was smoking hot and didn't court martial on sight anyone stupid enough to ply her crew with 98% absinthe. Interesting to say the least. 07:00 was looking to become a figment of Rita's optimistic imagination, which was fine by Rylee. Ain't no goddamn morning in space anyway, shit can almost always wait another hour or two without their ship getting stranded in the black.

"Hell yeah it'll stake ya, cap'n ma'am." Rylee informed her with a wicked grin. "And since this is no night for pulling rank..." she added, retrieving her cigar from between the woman's soft, plump lips... standing close, putting the cigar in her own mouth and inhaling contentedly. "Best you win this fair and square too."

It was then Rylee realised that everyone was moving elsewhere. She grabbed her drink and the whiskey bottle she had poured it from. It was going to be fun to see how the captain handled herself in a drinking game. Rylee accompanied her through to the Rec Room, throwing her a look of wide-eyed earnestness.

"Captain, may I just take this moment to say, from the bottom of my heart... that I am truly sorry for whatever shit I'm going to pull tonight." She chuckled and offered the other woman another toot on the cigar.

 

[Light Ice]

Colton Ford - Laboratory | Aside from Nadia and Rukka

He remembered home. Or rather, what home had been before he'd left it behind for the promise of military benefits and a company's guiding hand. In the dark corridors of Earth's cities, decrepit places where the poor congregated in desperate and teeming misery, there were unspeakable horrors that could drive a young man to abandon all those that loved him.

Up above, spiraling towards the heavens, the city's towers and wealthy elite loomed. Those fortunate enough worked beneath them in stable mediocrity. He'd envied them. They would never know the raw ache of hunger or the shaming of left overs and garbage. In his world people were not just murdered in the streets; they were butchered like cattle by desperate souls whose instincts for survival had long ago edged out any lingering sentiments of morality.

His mother had never allowed them to know that feeling. She, who never spoke of her old life, had married their father for love and stood by him when the heavy lifter took his arm off at the elbow and crippled his leg. The world above him had seemed to grow when he was younger. One day, as a boy of five, the world above was only a few hundred feet and surrounded by blue sky. The next, as a boy of ten, the world above was a few thousand feet and all he could see was the filthy air and the garbage at the foot of the world.

But his mother had loved his father tirelessly. His father had cried with shame when she'd begun to make the means necessary for their family to survive. Colton had grown up in a world where sex did not always equate love or sentiment at all. It was a means for his family to eat. His father had taken it hard but in the end, he'd even become appreciative because when she returned she was only his. In her heart, always, she was only his.

He had only ever known love to be this way. Broken, and beautiful, and tragic, and crippling, and amazing, and strange, and at the end of the day all that mattered in the world entire besides survival was to have it.

The money he had made was modest at first but he'd sent it. Three years later, returning to home, he'd found his parents in a modest apartment a hundred floors up from the misery of the ground. His mother was younger than he remembered. His father happier. Nothing, in the world, could compare to what he felt seeing them so.

But he would never forget dumpsters for lunch. There would be no erasing the muffled arguments as his mother and father struggled to survive through the horrible reality of abject poverty. He carried with him, imprinted everywhere, small reminders of his life before and wore it silently in his life now. It moved him to focus on his work. It kept him aware that in his heart he was different than the people that moved through the ship's mess and made for their petty games with booze and sentiment.

Colton Ford moved steadily through the ship. Wandered, idly, until he found himself in the laboratory.

The crew of the ship were not entirely strange to him. He had, briefly, looked through the roster and taken stock of their names. Either the cryo, or his own manner, had saw fit to wipe them away now. He struggled, could not recall, and abandoned the effort as he moved further into the laboratory amidst the machines and tables and devices that were so capable of what the religious would denote as miracles.

In the air, hanging steadily, the man's small talk loomed and Colton did nothing to embrace it.

Truthfully, he had never been much for conversation. The slums had taught him quickly to be a quiet boy. It'd suited him, truthfully, more than others would suspect. His thoughts were rambling and consuming things that drifted in and out the information he'd gleaned. It was a constant struggle for him to accept experience as it was. He compared everything to what he'd read or heard. The world, entire, was some vast puzzle of sensations that he was always attempting to figure out. He preferred to listen and watch. It was a habit that made him notorious bad company. Some, though few, even found it unnerving to have him near.

Some thought him snooty.

The truth was that while his thoughts ran thick with his feelings and opinions his voice was not as strong to share them. Talking, expressing himself so, was a weakness that had never developed much with age. He preferred the quiet and graceful simplicity of action. He preferred to show rather than explain. The terminal he sought was alive already. A small, crew-potable dispensary where over-the-counter remedies of all sorts were easy to access once a crewman took the time to input his symptoms. Narcotics, or other potent compounds, were not available there. THey required the doctor's hand to retrieve or administer.

But Colton needed only aspirin and a glass of water.

His fingers moved across the holographic keys while he submitted his headache symptoms for consideration to the machine.

 

[Nordican]

Corcin watched as slowly but surely the festive bunch looking to let off some steam started to arrive. He flashed Rylee a grin and delighted in hearing her preemptive apology to the Captain for whatever trouble the engineer might get herself into. He nodded to Kat and Victor and then looked around to the others who had decided to join.

"Alright whose first?" The helmsman said before he took another swig of his beer. He idly debated just pulling the first card but because they were Rylee's cards and given the convention that the dealer didn't pull first he held off and just smiled warmly to those who filtered in.

'Gonna be a very Merry Christmas indeed with all these beautiful ladies.' He thought while idly looking over the cards debating which one he'd pull when his turn came up.

 

[HotCider]

Card: Black 3 of Spades/ Dice: 3, 6, 4

As the party was flooding into the rec room, Victor tore open the bag of black shot cups and began neatly setting them up. The pool table became the mini bar to hold the bottled drinks, and it was there he began mixing liquors. He had brought the Lunar Eclipse just to spite Kat. He was going to get her to take a shot of it before the night concluded. Hiding the liquid was going to be quite the task because of its damnable glow, but he thought that if he managed to make a White Russian out of it, it would go unnoticed.

After preparing a decent amount of mystery shots, Victor began carrying them over to the card table to surround the mess of cards in a ring. He had chosen black shot cups so that no one could guess the liquid within them. Walking over to grab one of the levitating steel chairs, he carried it over to the table and plopped down into it. Victor got comfortable for he knew the night was going to be long and crazy. He was already smiling, imagining the chaos they were going to cause.

The Marine sat back in his seat, the chair being magnetic and having a negative attraction with the floor beneath him. His legs were spread comfortably and he glanced to Nacern as he asked:

Alright whose first?

What was there to be shy about? Reaching out, Victor boldly took a card and set it on the table top.

Card: Black 3 of Spades

Dice Roll 1 (first drink): 3
Dice Roll 2 (second drink): 6
Dice Roll 3 (third drink): 4

Victor regarded the card in surprise and amusement.

“What the fuck? Trynna’ get my ass drunk already? What kinda luck do I got?”

Glancing to the circle of mystery shots, Victor selected three random concoctions and picked up one of them. The game only became nerve-wracking when the captain had decided to share her stash. He was in no mood to get drunk so quick. Not when the game just started.

Victor knocked back the first shot: Vodka.

The second: Scotch.

And then the third: Rum.

He gasped heavily and swallowed a few times to get the mucus flowing back through his throat. Alcohol tended to make his throat dry, and even with the mixers it helped to have some water. If there hadn’t been a mixer with those drinks, then the game would have been pretty miserable. Clearing his throat, Victor relaxed back in his chair and questioned, “All right; who’s next? And get some music in here.”

He had forgotten all about the jukebox.

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Dr. Grace Weston - Mess Hall to Rec Room

with Yelena Suvurova.

Grace was just about to the bottle of vodka under her arm and join the parade to the Rec Room when she thought that now might be a good time to err on the side of caution. While not willing for forgo the vodka entirely, she decided to alternate with something a little more practical for a drinking game. She dug around in the fridge a bit, just until she found a beer that looked to be to her liking. Cracking open the top, she breathed in the hoppy aroma.

Not an IPA, but it will do me, for now.

As she walked across the Mess Hall, she noticed a dark-haired woman sitting at the table, drinking a milkshake. Her stomach churned at the thought of the drink but her face lit up as she recognized the other member of the medical staff - Yelena Suvurova.

This addition was worthy of a course change. So, as the blonde-haired doctor carried her bottles over to the mess table, pleased to notice her gait was still stable and the room not yet spinning – for all her bravado and honest taste for vodka she never made a habit of pounding back multiple strait shots.

“Merry Christmas. You’re Yelena Suvurova” she said with a wide grin, “but you already knew that, didn’t you? I’m Doct… eh, just call me Grace.” She waved her bottles in front of her. “We’ve been give the ‘All Clear’ to celebrate the holiday with a little Christmas cheer.”

Grace tried not to look at the thick concoction Yelena was drinking, upon closer inspection it had become even less appealing and she wondered how the voluptuous brunette beauty could stomach the stuff.

“You should try some solid food,” for a brief moment concern was apparent in her voice, “it really is best after cryo-sleep and before drinking.”

“The party is moving to the Rec Room. You’re coming. Right? There will be party slash drinking games, and a good time will be had by all. At least until morning paybacks start hitting pounding heads like bricks.” She was unconcerned about this eventuality and it showed in her smile. “Come on. They may need us.”

With a last encouraging wave of her bottles to Yelena, she turned and headed into the Rec Room. Grace assumed Yelena would follow.

Nobody wants to miss the last party, it may be the only one for quite some time.

She arrived just in time to see Victor take the first turn in the game. Three shots in a row. Like a trooper.

This game may be harder than I thought.. but what the hell.

 

[HotKittygirl]

Kat @ rec hall, Black Jack of spades

The fiery haired Security Officer sauntered into the rec room with that perpetual smirk upon her lips, trailing a thin wisp of smoke behind her as she went. Occasionally she would take another drag, releasing a billowing cloud of smoke through her nostrils. She placed her bottles onto the pool table and promptly found her own chair. With little grace she flopped down into the steel chair with a grunt, plucking her cigarette from her lips as she bobbed up and down for a briefly moment. Her other arm curled behind her head for support and those crimson eyes fell upon Ghost as he got the festivities started, and what a way to start them! She couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of the three shots going down, those crimson eyes shining with their own inner radiance. Not to be out done she reached for the deck herself and snatched up the next card on top, the black Jack of spades. She glanced at the card and burst out laughing once more, a gruff bout of snickering as she slapped the card on the table, her face alight with mirth.

“Alright, assholes. Pucker up again and drink. You too Corky, yer a man, right?” She cast the helmsmen a smoldering crimson glance, her smirk tugging back onto her lips as she settled back into her seat and placed the cigarette between her lips once more, the tip smoldering a bright cherry red.

 

[emipet]

with Yelena Suvurova.

...

As she walked across the Mess Hall, she noticed a dark-haired woman sitting at the table, drinking a milkshake. Her stomach churned at the thought of the drink but her face lit up as she recognized the other member of the medical staff - Yelena Suvurova.

“Merry Christmas. You’re Yelena Suvurova” she said with a wide grin, “but you already knew that, didn’t you? I’m Doct… eh, just call me Grace.” She waved her bottles in front of her. “We’ve been give the ‘All Clear’ to celebrate the holiday with a little Christmas cheer.”

...

Grace tried not to look at the thick concoction Yelena was drinking, upon closer inspection it had become even less appealing and she wondered how the voluptuous brunette beauty could stomach the stuff.

“You should try some solid food,” for a brief moment concern was apparent in her voice, “it really is best after cryo-sleep and before drinking.”

“The party is moving to the Rec Room. You’re coming. Right? There will be party slash drinking games, and a good time will be had by all. At least until morning paybacks start hitting pounding heads like bricks.” She was unconcerned about this eventuality and it showed in her smile. “Come on. They may need us.”

Lena smiled at Grace and nodded. "I am Lena for short, the nickname, yes? As for some real food..." Lena looked mournfully at the diet shake and shuddered. "I am on a strict diet. I gain a half a kilo and I am out of work. So to stay in a field I love, I must, how do you say? Take one for the team? Also, I am Russian. There is no drink I can not survive even if I was starving."

She like the look of Grace and unconciously she sat up and drew back her shoulders enhancing her cleavage. "Also, A Merry Christmas to you too. I'll be there as soon as I can stomach this, yes?"

Making a bit of a face Lena slugged the greater amount of the shake back and shivered with her eyes tightly shut. A long sigh from her lips and she opened her eyes and smiled. "Still alive. Off to the party!" She put the cup away and followed Grace out of the messhall to the rec room.

Lena remembered some of the parties in Russia and giggled. I do not think this will get near as party as those. She remembered a few of them arriving at one place and waking up in another, on two occasions, completely different countries and with more people in the bed than she'd even seen at the party.

"Doc..., um Grace, this party, it is office party or more social? I do not know what is accepted behavior."

 

[Nordican]

Rec Room. Queen of Hearts

Corcin couldn't help beat back a smile. 'Well at least it's a woman who pulled it and not a man just shooting the rest of us in the foot.' He selected one of the shots grudgingly, he would have preferred everyone just use their own poison instead of inviting disaster that was mystery shots. But he was in now, not turning back.

He grabbed on of the drinks and raised it to Kat. "Give me a few more drinks and I show you just how much of a man I am." He said with narrowed mischievous eyes as he looked to the security officer. He raised the glass to Kat and Grace and then to Victor.

"Cheers boyo." He said and sent the drink down the hatch. 'Ah rum I've missed you.' Corcin closed his eyes for a moment letting the taste ravish his senses and he slowly set the glass down. Next time no pre-gameing with tequila.

He plucked up his card slowly and prayed it would give him a round of three drinks like Victor. When the card turned a small smile crept onto his features. He slowly flipped the card right towards a smirking security officer with lovely Crimson eyes.

"Red, just for you Kat." He said as he showed off the Queen of Hearts in all her glory. "Bottom's up ladies" He said and gave Victor a grin for the vengeance they'd acquired.

 

[EuphoricDysphoria]

Rylee Scott: Engineer - Rec Room

Rylee laughed when she saw the queen of hearts and rolled the dice when they were handed to her. Of course she got a 2.

"Holy crap I am going to be so wasted!" She picked up the shot of absinthe with no small amount of trepidation but being Rylee, you wouldn't know it to look at her. Starting this job in the brig for getting shitfaced and volatile was looking like a distinct possibility. Rylee was an unpredictable drunk. Sometimes she loved everybody like kindred, sometimes she got really horny, other times she got aggressive and even violent and every now and then she'd just get sleepy. Which of these was going to surface tonight? The absinthe was lethal, virtually evaporated in her mouth. Rylee wondered what it's practical applications could be from an engineering perspective, waste of good liquor though. The world swayed a little and she took a pull on her cigar, unwilling to look like a lightweight.

She pulled a card that turned out to be the ten of diamonds. It took her a moment to remember what that meant but when she did her face split into a mischievous grin.

"Alright, everybody take something off!" Rylee stripped off her vest top and sat there in her sports bra, completely unabashed. She knew she had a toned body but her muscles were a little too well defined for most men's taste. Her breasts were nothing special, small and hard atop toned pecs and a washboard stomach. She didn't expect to get any looks when the other ladies here were so much hotter and more feminine.

"A sock don't count ok?" She giggled. "Gotta be a top or pants."

Years in the military had long since stripped Rylee of any inhibition about nudity. Her nipples hardened a little beneath the soft cotton of her bra and she knew her aureole's were discernible. This didn't titillate Rylee at all because she didn't feel remotely pretty or sexy. Her nipples were extremely sensitive however and the urge to pinch one came upon her and passed without incident while she watched everyone else shed a layer. Later in the night she knew she probably wouldn't have such self control.

 

[HotCider]

Victor Caldwell: At the Card Table in the Rec Room

Victor glared across the table at Kat when she pulled a black jack. Really? Right after he had three shots? She could perhaps read the malevolent and dirty emotions he was silently sending her way. His eyes then rolled over to the ring of fire.

“This is bullshit,” he grumbled. He wasn’t taking it personally, but so far, he had drank the most and he would be one sloshed and angry man if he grabbed the captain’s shot. That was all he thought about when he reached for the ring. He grabbed a shot, stared into it, and then gulped that one down—whiskey that time. By the smooth texture, he knew it was the Jameson.

Victor placed his empty shot cup along with the others that were keeping his score. He had a stack of four so far, the most points on the team, and he didn’t feel like a winner.

It was Corcin’s turn to draw and when he drew the Red Queen, a devilish grin unzipped on his face. Good ol’ Helmsman. He reached over and punched him right in the shoulder, which might have felt like a sissy punch, but if he knew the arm he had punched him with was his cybernetic one, he might have been grateful.

“You’re my new best friend,” Victor told Corcin before he pointed across the table at Kat. His index finger was extended and his thumb was vertical as he exclaimed, “Yeah! Drink it bitch!” He just had to rub it in. He even fired his faux-gun at her.

Victor did indeed feel avenged with that card and he was looking forward to the next. Glancing to Rylee, when she flipped over the black ten, Victor briefly wondered what he was going to remove first.

Alright, everybody take something off!

The engineer didn't seem afraid to throw off her top. Victor's eyes went to her abdomen first, seeing her toned muscles.

Damn, he thought. He knew that she was in shape but that was some Amazonian shit. He didn't find her unattractive for being physically fit for he had seen some chicks in the Corps that wore the term butch better than she did. It got him wondering how many of the female crewmates she could take in a wrestling match.

A sock don't count ok? Gotta be a top or pants.

"Psh!" Victor uttered. He didn't have anything to hide—well, he wasn't in a hurry to remove his shirt because of his tattoos. He knew what he had, and he didn't need to show it off at the start. His hands went beneath the table and he unfastened his black leather belt with the silver buckle. He held it up for them to see before letting it drop with a weighted thump upon the table. He was glad that he decided to wear one today.

Drumming his fingers on the table, he glanced to the card pile with a proud smirk. It was his turn. What was it going to be? Drawing the card, Victor partially peeled it up and there was a long, impish smile that stretched across his lips. His silver eyes darted across the table to Kat and he said not a word and showed no one.

The Marine instead stood from the table, taking the card with him as he kept it concealed against his palm. He walked across the room over to the pool table and unscrewed the bottle of Lunar Eclipse. He then lifted it to his lips, taking a big gulp of the stuff, swished, gargled, and swallowed it down. He made sure the flavor was all over his mouth for this.

Victor then returned to the card table to stand next to Kat’s chair. Flipping the card he had upward, pinched between his index finger and thumb, he presented to her a red seven of diamonds.

Card: Red 7 of Diamonds

“Time to get your lips wet,” Victor teased.

 

[HotKittygirl]

Kat @ rec room card table

Kat wore her own shit eating grin as she watched Victor down another shot. Truth be known she hadn’t even taken a shot yet , he was already four ahead of her. Even as Corcin flipped over the Red Queen her grin didn’t falter. With a huff she leaned up and snatched up a black cup, raising it in a salute towards Ghost as he so childishly rubbed it in her face. Kat plucked the cigarette from her lips and tilted her head back, downing the shot and releasing a sharp sigh. The burning sensation of the spiced rum seared down her throat and burned inside her empty stomach. The tingling sensation it felt caused the security officer to grin all the more.

“Hmm. You like that?” She muttered huskily, licking at her lips and offering a playful waggle of her slender red brows at Victor. Yet before she could tease further Rylee finished her own shot and flipped over her card. Swiftly her mind raced as to what she should remove, Rylee whipped of her top easily enough and Victor his belt. Kat would have gladly removed her pants if her boots hadn’t been in the way. With a light shrug she drew up one leg after the other and unlaced her combat boots, tugging them off and throwing them aside before she wiggled her toes into her thick socks. Those crimson orbs lingered about her, focusing on Corcin for a moment to see just what he was throw off. Unfortunately, she missed that impish smile as Victor rose and stalked off, it wasn’t until she saw him out of the corner of her digital gaze did she turn her attention to the man fully.

“Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” She rumbled lowly in her throat, almost to herself as she watched him unscrew the cap of the Lunar Eclipse and take a more than ample swallow. That rather confident look she wore so easily faltered for the moment as he swallowed it down, not before making it known he swished it in every nook and cranny of his mouth. She felt a certain apprehension in her gut, or perhaps it was just the shot of rum , as he strode back with a confident swagger in his steps. She just had a feeling, even before she saw that card, just which one he had drawn. Kat’s nostrils flared fiercely as she snorted, those crimson orbs not even going to the card as he displayed it.

“Fuck you,” She all but snarled, though she did not draw back in disgust. Without another word she pushed up in her seat and reached for his short dark hair, grasping at the back of his head as she tilted her head to the side and smashed her lips against his own. Not to be out done, she allowed her lips to part and her tongue to lap out over his bottom lip, tasting the Lunar Eclipse easily yet she pressed onwards with the kiss, her own lips silken to the touch, far too silken for such vile things that fell past them.

 

[Nordican]

Corcin smiled to Rylee and her card. He gave her points for being pretty damb bold as far as picking the first item and he felt she may need a partner in crime. That and he could show off his nice musculature but then he had a feeling he wouldn't have had any problem doing that eventually this night.

As he pulled of his shirt he missed the crimson orbs tracking him once more. The lip of he shirt was lifted over his head showing off his lean form before his head popped through. He wasn't exactly iron made flesh but there was good definition all over his body from regular fitness training and occasional over intensive zero gee gravity. A tattoo of an impressive looking blue star was settled onto his left shoulder, a remainder of his college times and unfortunately of what happened when he drank to much he thought silently. He tossed the shirt to the ground right about the time he saw Victor drinking down some Luna Eclipse.

'Yeah he's going down if he gets too many more cards.' Corcin said with a smile before flashing one to Rylee in her bra though he took the care not to let his vision linger downward before he heard an insult and a snarl and looked up to find Kat kissing Victor. At first he just figured the security officer had decided to just throw her fellow officer off but then Corcin just tracked the Seven of Diamonds as he gave a little whoop of cheer and laughed heartily. Maybe this game wasn't such a bad idea after all.

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Dr. Grace Weston - Rec Room

<<Lena asked>>

"Doc..., um Grace, this party, it is office party or more social? I do not know what is accepted behavior."

Grace turns back for a moment to answer Lena.

“I’m not sure that I would use the word ‘social’ due the situation’s lack of societal norms. However, words like ‘informal’ and ‘casual’ will probably do until the excess of alcohol starts taking its toll. Then, I suspect, words like ‘belligerent’, ‘exposed’ and ‘intoxicated’ will come into play." Grace chuckled, “If we are lucky, ‘brig’, ‘formal charges’ and ‘contagious’ won’t come up.”

She gave Lena encouraging look, “So, hurry up, come on. If you need someone to watch your back, let me know. You know where to find me.”

As she enters the Rec Room, she can see the game is already well underway and may even be working its way towards “belligerent, exposed and intoxicated.”

Lovely.

Not willing to interrupt the action taking place, she gracefully slides into a seat at the table and then plops her bottles down in front of her. It doesn’t take a psychiatry rotation in med school to notice that tension is running a little high for some of the people playing the game.

Two games, actually. The card game and the more personal game of “My Cock is Bigger/No, You’re Just a Dick.”

Thankful that she can keep her dick in a box next to her bed, Grace smiles and asks, “OK, what did I miss?”

 

[Nordican]

Corcin looked up and folded his arms slightly as he smiled towards Grace.

"Not much save I think you owe the table a shot, and article of clothing removed," Corcin said with a small lecherous smile. "And a card yourself so we can put you into the order."

"So far Victor's drank the most and got a lucky Seven and had the lovely Kat lock lips with him for a bit. Other than that both the guys and the girls have each picked up the asshole and bitches card so we've all had a round from that. But the game is young." The helmsman said with a smile towards the doctor as he looked at her from his spot.

 

[HotCider]

Victor Caldwell: Lucky Seven!

Fuck you.

Victor chuckled from behind a mischievous grin. He had her beat on this one. He watched her stand, her hand reaching behind his head to brush over the smooth texture of his nape. The kiss she gave him was hard, and he could feel her competition. Were they to be rivals even in sex?

His right arm looped about the small of her back, his hand settling upon her opposite hip, and his left hand rose to grasp the side of her chest, his thumb dangerously close to touching the supple expanse of her breast. He had every desire to trace his thumb along her tit and knead it against her nipple, but he kept himself under control. He had drawn a kiss card—nothing more and nothing less.

Katherine may have felt the minute hairs on his chin that even with a close shave managed to prickle her flush skin. Her tongue glazed his bottom lip and he closed his lips over it, so she could feel the brief drag he gave to it. He was careful not to break their kiss just yet. As long as their lips remained locked the single kiss had not yet ended. His grip on her hip grew into a firm squeeze as Victor’s lips parted and he tilted his head this time to capture her bottom lip. He sucked on it gently, the tip of his tongue probed at it teasingly before his teeth came together to give it a nip.

Beneath his grey, long-sleeved shirt was a stirring of light. Through the tiny holes of its stitching, a white light faintly shined from beneath his left sleeve and across back, and was steadily growing brighter until hints of it lit his neck. Victor’s eyes darted downward as he took notice of it, and he retracted his lips with an audible, wet smack. He released Kat and tossed the card onto the table before he teased, “Hope I quenched your thirst.”

He was talking about the Lunar Eclipse rather than their kiss. The bitch was a good kisser—he gave her that much credit. He wasn’t going to comment on the anomaly she may have or may have not noticed. His shirt did well to hide his tattoos’ flare ups. Whether he talked about them or not, it didn’t take a genius to guess what mood they were signaling.

The security officer noticed that Dr. Weston had decided to join them and Corcin caught her up.

“You sure you want to participate in these games? You seemed so health conscious awhile ago,” Victor teased as he settled back into his chair. “This might be too dirty for ya.”