Deep Space IC

[Tight_n_ready]

Ellen slid in just behind the doctor, smiling at the action taking place on the other side of the table, "I see we've already more than started the game, mind another player?" She sat back in a chair and kicked her boots off before putting her feet up on the table. "There you are, one item of clothing removed and what was it? A shot each?"

She leaned forwards and grabbed two, passing one to the doctor, before knocking back the shot. It slid down easily, silky smooth. Whiskey, Jameson judging by the texture, at least she hadn't picked up the absinthe straight away, though she could probably drink this lot under the table once they got onto it. "Come on doctor, pick a card, we've got some drinking to do."

 

[emipet]

Lena saw the card game, the drinks and shot glasses and knew this would be a fun game. Her 'Fun-O-Meter' notched up seeing one of the women in pants and bra and a guy removing his belt.

"Merry Christmas everyone!" When Grace took a seat at the game she also decided a drink would get the shake's aftertaste out of her own mouth. "Can anyone join or is there a late arrival drink charge?"

She looked around for a open chair to slide at the table and sat down looking expectantly around, eagerly even to get happy and maybe burn a few calories with someone.

 

[Sylnaeve]

Nadia tapped a few more keys on the mainframe and turned her head to smile at Rukka, "Doctor Nova, nice to talk to you. I imagine we will be working together a fair bit, depending on what we find."

She pushed her hair back, arching her back a bit to push her chest out while doing so, and slid her datalink hair pins into place on either side of her head. "I do want to have fun with the others; after cryosleep...being alone or quiet is just awful. But since that fun looks as though it will be drunken and long into the night, I wanted to do tomorrow's work before it so that I am not late." The russian-born scientist shook her head, "I do not think the Ship Director is lying about harshly punishing anyone who is tardy."

The brunette bombshell tapped one of the hair pins; the tips glowing blue and projecting a screen in front of her. She started moving through the lab, the screen in front of her eyes projecting the list of supplies and materials while she verified it directly. "What about yourself, Doctor Nova? What brings you to the lab instead of celebrating?"

It was then that a faint sound alerted her to the presence of Colton Ford; the security member helping himself to the over the counter dispenser. Nadia was a bit surprised to see him. Why was he here and not partying with the others? Security folks tended to group in her experience. "Are you all right, Mr. Ford? I can summon Dr. Weston if you're feeling any lasting effects of the cryo sleep."

 

[Light Ice]

A doctor's care was something of a luxury to which Colton Ford and the rest of the lower quarters had grown up without. Care, either for wounds or illness, was oft performed by men and women who'd steady hands and even steadier stomachs. Infections killed nearly as many as starvation. A life in filth was not kind upon the weak and nature had seen fit to adopt Darwin's laws in their most brutal of forms. He'd often wondered as a boy whether a scrape or cut earned from climbing through fetid water strewn with debris would be the end of him. That, and the rusty blades of the alley gangs, had sewn many nightmares of death into his heart before he'd come of age.

And now antibiotics and aspirin came from a machine, freely, with only a few touches of the hand.

It would not soon lose its novelty.

The woman that spoke to him took his attention and for the first time, even as he gathered the small pills into his palm and popped them into his mouth, he felt his body give a natural response. Bolts shot through him, spreading lazy warmth through his belly, coiling like a spring as his eyes tracked briefly along the accent of her gentle curves and the fully feminine shape of her beneath the laboratory's light. Her hair was the soft brunette that he'd grown to appreciate in his age. The eyes, her crowning feature, were a crystalline blue that swirled with hints of pale gray and beheld in them a cool quality to which no artificial eyes could hold.

She'd asked him if he was alright. The truth was that he felt hardly so. Cryosleep had never agreed with him. It'd robbed him of what little bond he felt with the people onboard this tug. The effect had made him patently dis-associative. It stretched minutes into hours where he'd often spend his time wandering away from the people whom he'd be so reliant upon and who would come to trust him. The entire experience had always been hard.

But she looked bright and fresh. Undisturbed. In his mind he wondered aptly if her waking in the morning had been simulated. If she'd been a synthetic.

"Cryosleep makes me feel inhuman." He explained in reply.

And for his part the man known as Colton Ford began to drift towards her. It was not within his strength to mute the interest in his stare. It walked across her body once more in sharp, masculine appreciation before lifting to find her own. They held him, pointedly captivated, as another fresh bolt of want curled itself in his gullet and cut loose with sudden ferocity through his rugged frame.

In the morning there would be the gym. Food. Work. A hundred things would start as the world came to focus and the sickness left him. For now, though, he stood before the lean-bodied woman with the pale blue eyes and watched her face. The length of him, hardened from a far, straining furiously at his slacks.

"My name is Colton." He said. "Not much for drinking."

Or talking, for that matter. He left that bit behind.

"I've a headache."

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Dr. Grace Weston - Rec Room - Card Table

“One shot, one card and umm… one pair of boots.” She nods her head, “Got it. Thanks, Corcin.”

While leaning over to unzip her soft brown boots she looks up to Victor, “I appreciate your concern, however, it wasn’t my health I was worried about.” She grins as she wiggles her toes out of her boots, revealing pink,white, and baby blue striped socks wrapping each toe in its own individual cocoon. “I was thinking of you, still am. All of that heavy food, a thick layer of grease churning together in your stomach and now swimming together with how much alcohol? It must be very unsettling.”

"Come on doctor, pick a card, we've got some drinking to do."

“Of course, Captain.” Her feet free of their boots, Grace sits up, pushing her blonde hair behind her ears. She takes a shot glass in one hand an a card in the other. As the alcohol warms her throat she reads the card but initially it means nothing to her. She tries to remember the rules of the games but it has been a long time since she played.

She has a sudden epiphany, and the shot glass is back on the table before she flips the card down next to it.

“5 of Clubs.” She grins happily, “Five drinks for five people, my choice.“

Grace admits the temptation to give another to the Ghost but remembers her Oath to do no harm. But it was close thing.

“Captain, Corcin, Lena, Rylee and …” She turns to the bar, “Walker, if your playing take a shot. If not, Victor, its to you.”

Nobody's perfect. Not even me.

Relaxing into the game, she pulls her knees up to her chin and sets her feet on her chair.

 

[kittenofdeath]

What the others were doing didn’t matter to Adam, he gathered that they were going to go play some kind of drinking game that involved cards in the rec room, but beyond that he was contently clueless and ignored them as they departed, including the one who made the joke about giving him a little umbrella, at least he assumed it was a joke, not that it mattered, why would he want a pointless addition that might poke him in the eye? Instead he enjoyed his drink in silence, quickly draining it down as others secured themselves drinks and also headed off for wherever they decided it would be the most amusing to get inebriated.

Adam was half way through making himself another drink to turn in with when some of the other crew members he knew came out of the kitchens, laughing at the serving lady as they made off with a big bowl of popcorn “Hey guys, come on, its movie night” the offer was thrown out to all the remaining crew that were still left, most seemed receptive, including engineer Press “sounds like fun Adam” he stated, nudging him in the side and switching to a lower whisper “you reckon these fools have seen the classics? I have a copy of Event Horizon in my database.”

Adam couldn’t help but smirk, show a space horror movie to a bunch of people doing exactly the same job, what could possibly go wrong “Fine, but only because its going to be funny tomorrow” Adam agreed with faked reluctance before following Press, the two of them falling in step behind the good doctor Weston and a woman Adam didn’t know.

As they entered the rec room Press split off to start talking everyone in to watching a movie they should not be watching, Adam on the other hand walked over to the pool table and frowned, seems it had been taken over as a makeshift bar, a shame, he had intended to play pool and win some supplies off the other engineers while the movie was on, but convincing the drunks that he wasn’t trying to steal their drinks didn’t sound like it was worth it.

“Walker, if your playing take a shot. If not, Victor, its to you.”

Adam had been listening to the goings on at the table out of habit, but it wasn’t until he heard his name that he really paid it any mind. “Me?” he asked, pointing to himself as if they required clarification about who 'me' meant, honestly the idea of actually joining them in their self destructive venture had never occurred to him.

 

[emipet]

Lena grinned. "You are trying to see if I am Russian so fast? What is the drink of choice or is made by another?"

She reached for a nearby shot glass filled with amber liquid and neatly downed it. "Hm, a bit weak, but acceptable as alcohol."

She waited for her turn to flip a card and hummed a Russian drinking song to herself.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

The Brig

Rex sat against the back wall of the brig. He has his knees drawn up to his chest. He rocked slowly backward and forward. It has been a little over six years since he had been in Echo Station brig. And the dreams had come back. Six years his head had been quiet. Now the dream was allive, again.

Rex could see the fires in his mind. The buildings blackened. The bodies, twisted in painfull death. Then there was a knocking. A rapping on the brig glass. Rex opened his eyes to the white walls and a young man standing by the door of the brig. Rex blinks then looks down at the floor. Then back at the young man. He looked to young to be a doctor. No long white lab jacket. No surgical garb.

"Are you going to debreif me?" Rex askes. The young man looks confused. "No sir, I was instructed to release you."

Alertness creeps back into Rex's mind. Release me? Slowly Rex stands and looks at the young man. "You got a name?"

"Yes sir. Vargus, Jose T, formerly of the 118th, the Griffins,sir!" Rex looked thoughtfull" That is a Mana Ray group is it not?"

Jose looked straight ahead. "No sir, that would be the 119th the Gargoyles,sir!The 118th had Sting Rays we were in the Lola sector,sir!"

"Ok knock off the sir stuff. Did you fly mister Vargus?" Rex askes calmly. Jose relaxes and looks at Rex. His answer is slow in coming. "No sir, I mean Captain. I was ground support."

Rex nods his head and then looks at Jose. "What can you tell me and call me Rex." Jose smiles. Most of the crew is in the rec hall getting drunk and playing a card game.

Rex looks amused. The crew is getting drunk and playing a card game?" Jose nods. Rex slowly walks out of the brig followed by Jose. Rex stops when they reach the hallway. " Does the Director know about the card game?" Jose shruggs. "No one has seen her!"

"I'll be in my quarters if some one needs me. And I would stay alert, mister Vargas, some one else might be sent to the brig tonight. For me I'm going to bed!"

 

[Sylnaeve]

She felt unease as Colton Ford did not answer her immediately. Indeed, not even after several seconds. He looked at her and over her; not hiding the way his eyes moved over every curve of her body and seemed to drink in her appearance before settling his eyes on hers.

Nadia felt a sudden rush of conflicting feelings; fear and appreciation. The fear was easy to explain; he was a physically gifted man who was behaving in a very detached manner. It was entirely possible he was having some sort of dissociative or even psychotic episode as a result of his cryo sleep. It wasn't unheard of, though medical pre-screening caught those with the tendency towards it. The appreciation was less logical. She felt apart from others after cryo sleep, and often out of it now as she'd only been awake for six months or so of the last twelve years and his frank and open physical admiration made her feel...real.

She swallowed as he approached her, finally speaking. Nadia offered him a small smile, "I am familiar with the feeling, Mr...Colton." He drew nearer still, again not taking any pains to hide the way he was examining her body; those stormy sea eyes had a kind of hunger in them as they swept over her. The scientist could also see the more obvious sign of his interest; the shape in his trousers making it clear. "It's why I try to seek out my shipmates after waking, spend time with them, feel alive and human."

He was only a few feet away now and she could appreciate the lean, powerful masculinity of the man. He wasn't big and bulky, instead lanky and tall, but there was something almost primal to him. His eyes were pretty though; a stormy ocean color that was very appealing.

The physical response in Nadia was plain to see; slightly flushed cheeks, more rapid breathing, all pointing to the fact that his arousal and focus on her was being answered. The fact that Dr. Nova was still in the room and seeing her being so obviously eyed up and approached made it even better somehow; sexier, dirtier. She knew that if she did this, she'd get a reputation on the ship. As she had on other ships she'd been on. But she also knew that few things made her feel as real and human as being with someone, or someones, in that most delicious and physical of ways; pure enjoyment of body.

"A headache," she repeated after a few moments. "The medicine you took should certainly take care of that. But I do recommend human contact," she put a slight stress on those last two words, "as it will help with your symptoms." Nadia felt a warmth in her stomach; a familiar spreading heat. "If you don't feel like drinking, I'm sure we can find something more to your liking."

She tapped the display of the hair pins off. Then she turned and smiled at Rukka, "Doctor Nova, it does seem like the inventory is as expected. I'm going to help Colton get re-adjusted, but I do hope you'll join the others and not spend the whole night here. If everyone is still up later, I will be by and I would love to talk to you more. Your work is really quite amazing."

She felt a little bad about leaving so abruptly and for such an obvious purpose; hoping Nova did not feel rejected or passed over. She would have to make it up to him later.

The truth was she'd take them both if she could but most men were not comfortable with sharing or being even partly nude near each other. As if an accidental brush of a male member would turn them gay or make them lose their strength or something.

Nadia then turned back to Colton, "I think I know what will help us, Colton. Come with me." She felt a shiver of anticipation as she moved past him and across the lab then out of it and into the halls. Where to go? Her quarters or his were the obvious choice...she'd have done it in the lab if if were empty...the infirmary? Too much chance of it being needed tonight. Fun was fun but she was not putting her crewmates lives at risk for it.

She glanced behind to see that he was following and then led the way to her quarters. A wave of her hand opened the door and started soft, low music playing even before they entered. Nadia turned as she went in, walking backwards until she bumped into the door for the privy. The brunette scientist licked her lips and waited. "Come in. I want to...help you, and me, feel human."


Nadia and Colton

 

[Carreira]

Dr. Nova - Lab


Well Dr. Nadia, seems that we will work together indeed, as for the celebrating it seems they are going to do some heavy drinking and let themselves roll up one another. I don't drink and I don't like random sex - Rukka replied.

He pulled up a book and, walking around in the lab, started to read it in a casual way murmuring in a low tone some random words that were inscribed on the titanium white pages.

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He stopped for a moment to look at the guard that entered the room. Nadia inquired about his well being and he totally drooled all over her. Nova laughed a bit and continued reading this time saying - Well Ford, you should probably lean back somewhere and close your eyes for a minute - looking at Nadia he continued - if you are able.

He giggled a bit and continued strolling the lab with his book

 

[HotKittygirl]

Katt @ drinking game, rec room

Kat felt those strong arms engulf her sleek frame, his hands upon her hip, the side of her torso so very close to her pert bosom. A low rumble of a murmur came from her throat at the sensation, her own hands roamed out over that powerful form, one through his hair ruffling it lightly as the other slid up and over his abdomen, to his chest just to feel the definition of those well-developed muscles. She couldn’t help but enjoy it, hell, he was built just the way she liked them. The fine hairs of his chin tickled at her cheek and chin, only causing a rather subtle bout of laughter to come from her throat, reverberating her lips against his own. He had yet to pull back and Kat wasn’t about to be the first to let this go, he was a brash and smart mouthed jarhead, but damn he was good with his lips.

She let out a little gasp as he assaulted her bottom lip, suckling it gently, licking and eventually nipping it. Her fingers curled lightly, raking over his scalp and shoulder as her lips parted fully and she flicked out her tongue against his own. The taste of the Lunar Eclipse was more evident now, though she pressed herself against him regardless and slid her tongue eagerly into his mouth for but a brief moment. Just how long they lingered in that kiss, well, Kat had no idea, though as he withdrew she found she had to take a deep breath. Her cheeks were flushed and that lopsided smirk came easily to her lips soon after. Those crimson orbs glinted lightly in the harsh light of the rec room, drawing towards the curious lightly that seemed to emanate from under his shirt. Yet his voice distracted her again, the teasing tone causing those slender brows to furrow above her fiery gaze.

“I can’t figure what tasted worse. That or you,” She bit back sharply, her tone easy and sarcastic, though if she had hated it so much just why was she wearing that smirk? She settled back into her chair with a huff, taking another deep breath as she ran a hand through her hair absently. She was left out of the next round, which gave her enough time to catch her breath thankfully.

 

[emipet]

Lena turned up a 4. Ask a dirty question that is indirect.... Suddenly her mind went as blank as a slate. She put her forefinger to her lips and tapped thinking and nothing. Clear as a bell she could remember the Moscow Central Maglev timetable, or the dosage of Phenomethamine 6 to ease Ripley's Rash and it's internal effects, but something sexually clever? AUGH! I am SO stupid! Think you damned peasant!

"Um, to Viktor..." She looked around and rubbed her forehead. This would be a day I not putting on bra either. "I tink maybe eat more I should have."

She started to sweat, then shrugged resignedly and stood up removing her top, letting her boobs bounce free. "Sorry, not tinking so good now." She was getting drunker. Her accent grew thicker with each minute. She sat down before she took off anymore or fell down and rubbed her temples to try and clear the wooziness.

 

[Nordican]

Rec Room.

Corcin gave Grace a smirk and a look of 'I'm onto you.' before his hand moved over to the glasses. He didn't move at a quick pace to not even threaten spilling one of the glasses and he just hoped he wouldn't pluck up one of the cups with absinthe.

'Damn mystery shots.' He thought before he grabbed his shot and narrowed his eyes slyly gazing over the good Doctor, well not so good at the moment. "I'm onto you Doc." Corcin said before he held the glass forward to her and then pounded down the shot feeling a little drip onto his bare chest. The Jameson Whiskey did as intended and burned brightly in his throat and it brought memories of a going away party better left buried as his brain railed. He would have to make sure to get the doctor back for that one.

At Kat's little belligerent comment he gave a smile and then suddenly his thoughts were pleasantly interrupted when the other doctor, Yolena he thought decided to remove her top revealing a very nice pair of breasts for the recent defrostee. Worse that accent drove him crazy and he shook his head slightly to burst himself out of his revere though his cheeks flushed ever so slightly.

"If that's the last person in the order I think Kat is back up." He said before blinking off the encroaching giddiness that sometimes accompanied his drunken revelries.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Rex-quarters

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Rex enters his quarters. The room reminds him of a hotel he had been in Oryan sector. Yeah, when the senator killed that dancer, that Neon. Poor thing!
My god was that 5 years ago?
Rex looks at the bed. He spins and falls on it. He lays there looking upward at the ceiling. Strangly, and Rex hates to admit it. He is scared. Not of the mission. Not the people. But of the dream. What if his stay in the brig brings back the dreams? All this time his mind has been at peace. Now six years later a short stay in the brig had triggered the dream.

Rex lays there thinking. The Director said he "could" sleep in his own bed not "would" be sleeping in his bed. That means he "Could" sleep or not sleep. He had been released. No additional limitations had been added. Then again would he be pushing his luck? Then he thought what luck? Since I came on this mission I've been in the deep freeze for two years, the food sucks and been in the brig. Oh happy days!

Vargas said that most of the crew was in the rec hall playing a card gate and getting drunk. What an interesting way to start a mission, drunk and horny. Rex smiles to himself. What the fuck! Lets live a little, because tomarrow we may die. Rex looks at his bags still on the floor. He was still an officer even though he no longer wore "the uniform". Rex rolles out of bed and sits on the edge looking at his small closet and draws.

I could take a quick shower and change put my stuff away and jion the others! Rex smiles to him self. That sounds like a plan. In ten minutes he takes his shower changes into a blue "Chunks of Meat " tour shirt from the 2085 and black assault pants from his recon days.

He walks down the hall way till he finds the rec room.

He sees the group around the table. And walks over "May I join? " he asks.
Several heads nod and piont to the deck. Rex smiles and reaches over and flips the 10 of clubs "Is that good?"
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[HotCider]

Party!

The way Grace described the camel twat sandwich floating around in his stomach was what made it unsettling. It wasn’t covered in that much grease. Victor watched as she drew a five of clubs, and listened as she began saying names. She had mentioned Walker, and just in the nick of time, the engineer had walked in.

If not, Victor, its you.

“You would say me, huh? You’re full of shit, Doc, just like that catfish sitting over there,” Victor said before gracing Kat with a wolfish grin. He still felt her lips on his own, her fingers in his hair, and the heat that had been sandwiched between them. She was just a bad girl that needed to be spanked.

“Adam!” Victor called. He rose out of his seat and strode over to the engineer and slung his arm across his shoulder. “You heard the [BITCH] lady. Be a man and take a shot. Put down that glass of Minute Maid, Juicy Juice, whatever the fuck that is, and join the game.”

He walked him over to the card table, grabbing a chair on the way and set it before the table. Just in case the Poindexter tried to puss out, since to Victor, he didn’t look like the kind of guy to be interested in such games, he announced to everyone at the table, “Look who decided to join!”

Retracting his arm, Victor walked off toward the jukebox. “Let’s get some Christmas music in here!”

He stopped before the machine. A blue holographic panel popped up for him to type in whatever genre of music he was looking for and sort. Over his shoulder, he had heard his name on a Russian purr.

Viktor…

“Huh?” he called over his shoulder.

I tink maybe eat more I should have.

The Marine arched a dark brow in his confusion. “What the fuck?”

He paused in his typing to watch the Russian chick stand and remove her top, revealing to everyone that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“What the fuck!” Victor guffawed. “This party is getting crazy already.”

Pressing the return key, the rec room became filled with a Christmas-y Rock N’ Roll jingle as the lights dimmed and neon lights of red, blues, and yellows began dancing across the room.

“Merry Fuckin’ Christmas!” Victor cheered before he started up an air guitar to go with the opening rift.

The other Helmsman was next to join them from the brig. He immediately joined the game and drew a 10. Victor swung by the table to check out the cards.

Psh, another get naked card he thought before he bent over right next to Kat to have his ass in her face as he undid the laces of his boots.

 

[Nordican]

Corcin grinned when he saw Rex enter into the rec room and summarily pull another Ten onto the pile of face up cards. He flashed a sly grin back towards Grace feeling a little revenge stirring for the doctor should he manage the right card before he untied his boots given he was the only one who'd joined Rylee in removing their top first cause everyone else was a bunch of wusses.

Kicking off his boots he leaned back in his chair and took another sip of his dark beer while he nodded to Rex.

"Helluva way to get back into the swing of things friend." Crocin said though his tone was probably a little louder than he intended as he looked around the table with eager slightly hungry eyes and occasionally made a glance back to Yolena before quickly shifting his gaze elsewhere. He was trying to play at being respectable, for now at least.

 

[EuphoricDysphoria]

Rylee Scott: Engineer - Rec Room

Rylee made sure to grab an amber shot when one of the doctors said her name. She felt the burn down the back of her throat and followed it up with a few more puffs on her cigar. She was getting impatient to feel an alcohol buzz but nothing had touched her yet.

The guy who got flung in the brig showed up and Rylee was surprised. To look at Rita's face when she incarcerated him you'd think the man was going to languish there for at least a week. Maybe the bitch had a heart after all. Christmas meant precisely fuck all out in the black and Rylee had never been religious but she liked the warm fuzziness of the season, the camaraderie.

Adam also found his way to the table, though Rylee didn't miss the way Victor had collared the other engineer and all but force-fed him liquor.

"Take more than that to unbunch his panties." She giggled. "Walker's a man that can eat coal and shit diamonds."

The impassivity of his expression irked her. He always acted so fucking high and mighty, turning the other cheek like he was the fucking second coming. The man was sarcasm impaired. It would be such fun to see him get drunk.

The helmsman flipped over a 10 and Rylee cackled at Adam, knowing he had zero clue what he had just signed up for. She kicked off her boots and noted his bemused expression as everybody shed some clothing. The Russian chick was half naked already, her pert tits drawing everyone's eyes, male and female. Rylee shrugged off her own insecurities about her body.

"My my Pinocchio, looks like we'll soon find out if you're a real boy." She giggled.

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Dr. Grace Weston - Rec Room - Card Table

Grace thoroughly enjoyed the show Victor put on as he manipulated Walker into joining the game and taking the drink, so much so that her smile didn’t falter when she caught the subtext in his use of the “lady”. She did make a mental note of his poor sportsmanship, but –

I shouldn’t be surprised, maybe he knows he can’t hold his liquor and is just afraid to drink too much. Unlike Lena who seems to be going full bore.

Grace’s concern for Lena was genuine but tempered by that fact she seemed quite eager to get involved even before she hit the ground. She resolved to keep a keep an eye on the other woman. It was easily done since everyone was already receiving an eye-full of Lena as she removed her top and exposed her generous chest.

“Now that is an impressive display of holiday cheer.”

Unable to compete with that, Rex’s 10 forced Grace to uncoil from her chair and stand to remove her belt. Her khaki trousers slid down from her waist and caught on her slender hips. Not bothering with the undignified and useless gesture of hitching them up, she sat back down and again drew up her multi-colored toes. As she took a sip from her beer, she hoped no one would notice her “plumber’s crack” because-

When you’re playing a stripping game, you don’t want anyone to see your butt.

She laughed at herself.

And laughed again as she saw Corcin’s eyes travel over Lena’s bouncing show of warm pink flesh and then, in a gentlemanly fashion, move on.

“Welcome back,” she called to Rex and lifted her beer in toast, “If you need to get caught up on the game, Corcin here is your man. He doesn’t miss a thing.”

 

[Nordican]

Rec Room. Seven of Clubs

Corcin cast a sharp mischievous eye on the doctor. He made a note to try to be a little more stealthy in his gazes but he couldn't quite help himself. Slowly he stuck out a finger to Grace though it wobbled slightly from his current state of being given he had only managed to choke down so much of the food before they got into the heavy drinking.

Of course when he pulled his next card up he saw black symbols and a number and as he figured out which one it was a slow smile and eventually his eyes settled on the blonde haired blue eyed doctor slowly. Just as with Kat earlier he slowly flipped the card over to just give her a glimpse something before he candidly flicked the card over to land face up in front of Grace as she held her glass up towards Rex.

The Seven of Clubs lay face up towards the good doctor.

In his state he almost said something stupid like 'Corky needs his Medicine' but instead just settled in for a smug smile as he leaned back in his chair and rested his hands behind his hand.

"I don't forget anything either Doctor." He said slyly though he didn't splash his mouth full of Luna Eclipse or anything. At this point he would just settle for enjoying the little spot of revenge for the extra drink she had added to his pool, ok maybe revenge and the taste of those lips.

 

[emipet]

Lena grinned. She started to like this card game and when everyone took off another piece, she stood and also loosened her belt and then wrapped it around her neck with the cool buckle bouncing off her nipple which hardened.

She started to dance in her seat to the beat of the rock music carol and spoke up. "Come on! Let us more drinking have!" She paid close attention to the crew noticing their looks and their looks at her and she felt sort of liked if not fully accepted.

Soon the music won and she stood up and started dancing, letting the music fill her soul and move her body. "Party and no dancing? What is this Soviet Nationalist Party? Oh and still playing wonderful card game bar, um, someting..."

 

[HotKittygirl]

The ‘party’ was getting into high gear here as the others began to join in. A rather busty gal made it just in time and threw off her shirt to reveal a rather nice set of breasts, much to Kat’s surprise. Her crimson gaze widened and her lips pursed lightly, giving a slight nod of approval with a somewhat dignified look on her face.

“Not bad,” She murmured, hey, she could appreciate a nice rack when she saw it. The woman had several sizes on her but it didn’t make the security officer feel inadequate one bit. After losing a few bits of yourself one came to appreciate what they were born with. It wasn’t long before the ‘Christmas’ tunes were a’rockin’ in the background, a horrendous atrocity of both Christmas music and metal; Kat loved it.

Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves at this point, any tension that the uptight Director had brought to the Mess Hall all but evaporated here. Hopefully she wouldn’t bust in here and demand them all be civilized, maybe break out the tea set and nibble some trumphets...wait...crumpets, hell, Kat didn’t know. Already another card was turned over, another ten that indicated everyone had to get naked. That in itself was a relative term as they were already in various states of undress. She offered a light shrug as she pushed up from her chair, just in time to get a face full Ghost’s backside. With a snarl she snapped out her grasp, grasping the jarhead by his jewels even through his pants, only to offer a squeeze before she shoved her palm flat against him.

“Smells like something died down there. I think your cherries went rotten;” She chuckled huskily, arching her back as her arms crossed before her. With a practiced ease Kat slid up her tanktop, revealing the black sportsbra underneath and her taut and toned core. The security officer was well defined with a modest bustline, the hint of criss crossing scars seen here and there, with one definite circular scar on left side. Carelessly she tossed the shirt aside, another card flipped and the pretty russian simply burst into dance.

“What a show! Here I thought the Doc would be up there shakin’ her tits,” Kat laughed heartily, setting back down with a huff before she slapped her hand on her armrest. “Shake it girl!”

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Dr. Grace Weston - Rec Room

Grace’s eyes scanned his scanned Corcin’s face and found nothing there but good natured smugness. With a shake of her head, she climbed from her chair.

With a smile given to return his, she muttered, “Cheeky monkey”.

She threw her leg over his lap and straddled him and his chair. Sitting down facing him, she wiggled slightly, comfortably settling her weight on his legs. With a dramatic wave of her hands, she reached up and wove her fingers in his hair then pulled his face down to hers...almost. For a moment she paused, and with sudden jolt of hesitation ran her tongue over her lips.

Take the bull by the horns… so to speak.

She drew deep breath and pulled him to her, pressing his lips to hers. Her tongue probed through, lightly sampling the remnants of his last drink.

 

[kittenofdeath]

The whole arm across the shoulder thing always got on Adams nerves, it often served no purpose, he didn’t mind people doing it as it rarely caused any real discomfort, which is why he was oddly happy with the assumption that Victor was forcing him by doing it, he might have ended up manhandled in to a seat with an unknown shot in front of him, but at least it was an act done with purpose.

He looked down at the shot as Rylee heckled him, turning to give her an impassive look, the slight raise of an eyebrow as if he didn’t understand... Well, it didn’t if he was honest, but it made sense, it only took him a split second to break the insult down in to its component parts and then reassemble it in proper English so that he could figure out the implication of it all, he was so tight arsed that his rectum could compress coal to the point at which it would become a synthetic diamond.

Silly girl, synthetic diamonds require high temperatures that would imply that Adam was a 'heated' individual, which was far from the case. Such a flawed analogy.

But it didn’t matter, he didn’t intend to be dragged in to petty squabbles of words, besides, another card had been pulled. By the looks of things, a 10 means take off clothes, and a 5 evidently meant give out 5 drinks, as he learned earlier, logical assumption, each card has an action associated with it, simple game, simple rules.

The Pinochio joke however, was over his head, he knew of the tale, something about a wooden doll with a nose the grows when he lies... Something to do with his legs probably. He shrugged it off and took the shot, some joker had brought a bottle of Campari with them “I hate Campari” he said with a sigh, he may have looked impassive as he looked at the bottom of the now drained shot glass, but he was recoiling in horror at what he had just drunk on the inside.

“So I know what 5 and 10 do” he muttered, looking around the table as he took his tool belt off and dropped it under his chair, today was a bad day to wear a one piece jumpsuit. He steeled himself for what he was about to do, then slid the top card on the deck about a third way off before tapping the back and making it flip in to his hand the other way around, revealing the 8 of spades.

“So... whats an 8 do?”

 

[HotCider]

Tagged: Reed, Weston, Nacern, Walker, Scott, and Suvurova

Victor heard Kat’s snarl when her face turned right into his ass. Her appalled cry had got him laughing as he righted himself only to feel her hand snag hold of his cash and prizes. The aggressive grope might have made any man yelp and spring into the air, but Victor wasn’t any man, he was a Marine. Her hand would get quite the handful, the thick denim of his pants offering only a teasing inspection of his fat testicles and the lengthy shaft of his member. Comically, Victor growled from behind a grin etched with pride to implicate she may have just groped a beast. His pelvis and abdomen muscles flexed as a spark of arousal rocketed up his spine and simmered in his lower regions. Yes, this girl needed to be spanked.

When she retracted her hand, Victor proceeded to step out of his loosened boots and stooped down to pick them up and add them to the card table.

“Cherries? I don’t grow cherries. You must have visited the wrong farm,” he replied.

He then turned to watch Kat remove her top. A black sports bra…why had he been expecting lingerie? Kat and Rylee were both able-bodied women too good for that shit.

“You’re about as flat as I am,” he teased.

He then followed her eyes over to Yelena and her bouncing twins. The girl was gone and shaking her stuff. Victor was mesmerized for a moment, watching in silent appreciation God’s gifts to man.

So…what’s an 8 do?

Victor glanced to Adam and smirked at the card he had drawn. The eight was practically second to the king, that is, if the person he dared obeyed. The Marine stepped over to him and explained, “An 8 is a dare. You can dare anyone to do anything you want. If they plan to do the dare, then they take a shot and do it. If they refuse, then you have to ask them a question that they must answer honestly. So, it’s pretty much a Truth or Dare card.”

Patting Adam’s shoulder, Victor said, “Get’em!” As though expecting the nerd to really take advantage of the power he held. His eyes darted from Adam to Rylee two times, trying to signal to the nerd who he should target for his games. The other engineer had been taking shots at him all day. This may have been his moment to shine.

Suddenly, the doctor mounted Corcin, and Victor’s brows rose in surprise. “What the? Did you draw a seven?”

He saw the seven of clubs on the table and snerked. Weston was an unpredictable woman. She acted proper and health conscience, but here she was at a table partaking in a drinking game and losing her virginity all over again in a kiss.

“Show her who’s boss, man,” Victor cheered Corcin before he overheard Kat cheering on Yelena behind him.

Victor turned a silver eye over his shoulder to see Kat sitting there. “Stop droolin’ all over her tits and go dance with her.”

Two hot chicks dancing together was always a pleasure to watch especially when one of them was topless. He prowled over to Kat and playfully attempted to snatch her wrist so he could wrestle her out of her chair.

 

[Nordican]

Corcin just kept smiling mischievously when Grace sauntered on over to him in her loose Khaki pants and he almost called her a cheater for not going the whole when she suddenly moved to him.

He was a bit thrown off by the straddling but if he minded he gave no outward appearance and as she grabbed hold of his hair he let his arms fall down slightly to grasp the outside of her legs as she straddled his lap after her little wiggling motion that caused the helmsman to bite his lip. Corcin gave a small sly smirk at her aggressiveness but he found he rather liked the little wild side of the doctor given he figured she'd just give him a small little sampling to tease him but thankfully his guess had been off.

He saw the slight hesitation for just a second as she just rested there slightly brushing against his bare chest before she pulled him in for the kiss. From the moment their lips touched Corcin didn't hear Victor's cheers or Kat's hoots for Yolena he just enjoyed the press of those lips against his and couldn't resist having his hands tug slightly at her pants as she straddled him.

When her tongue probed she could probably taste the still lingering burn of the Jameson whiskey on his lips along with his hot breath as he slowly moved and brushed his lips with hers.