Sweet and Pink?

Posted on Fri Sep 10th, 2010 @ 4:53pm by Walter Jones & Charlotte Ashcroft

1,151 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Session 3: Fear of the Dark

"If I didn't know better I'd almost say that was an invitation." Jones smiled at Charlotte. "I mean I'm not fitting in those damn things."

Laughing still Lottie torn the package open and lifted a piece of linguine out for them both to admire. It was lucid pink, lined with sequins plus it look more like a piece of string compared to anything else Lottie had ever seen. Maybe this was standard fitting for Orion's.
Cocking her head to one side trying to keep a straight face she glanced over to Jones. "I don't know. I think pink might suite you."

"Nah, I highly doubt it love. Pink really doesn't suite me does it" Jones stood up and felt the slinky outfit. "Well maybe in a different life perhaps." Jones moved over and sat down on a large couch on the other side of the quarters. "I know I said this back in the sickbay when I was bleeding out, but," he stammered for a moment. "I really appreciate you darling, and everything you do, and well, you meana lot to me, and I'd hate to lose you."

"Well," she purred, tossing the pink string item roughly over her shoulder. "I ddin't really do much to help. The doc kinda took over, but thanks all the same." She followed him, perching herself upon the arm rest of the couch. "You made me a part owner of your tub remember? I won't be gonig anywhere quite yet so got nothing to worry there."

"Yeah I know, but ya sometimes worry about those kinds of things." Jones smiled at her and turned towards her. "I mean, well yeah... I don't know.. you want a drink?" Jones reached into his coat pocket and opened a small metal flask and opened the top. He took a sip and then offered it to Lottie. "Some good stuff I've been saving for a near death experience."

"As long as its better then that rocket fuel Jan had," Lotie smirked accepting the flask and took a sip. The contents was sweeter than she had expected and rich too. "I can see why you call that the good stuff," she said handing back the flask.

"Have you ever thought of giving up this life? Settling down? Not on the trade lanes?" Jones took another sip of the flask and scooted closer to Lottie on the armrest, mostly just trying to stretch out on it. "Just thinking you know, is it better to be out here and trying to scrape by or living on a backwater somewhere?"

Lottie shrugged. "I don't know," she answered with a sigh. "I've wondered that sometimes but then again I can't help but wonder if it would be dull and borning being in the same place all the time. I've always been on the move, living on danger - the thrill of the chase and all that. I don't know, maybe one day I'll try it." She turned to face him, looping her legs over the side of the armrest so that they trailed over his lap.
"Why'd you ask? You planning to throw in the towel?"

"No, I don't think so, just everytime I get a phaser wound, or bleed out onto the deck or get left on a planet to die, I get like this, wondering if this existence is worth a few pints of blood every now and then. There are good and bad I guess." Jones looked up and smiled at Lottie. "I guess I can't go crying back to mom every time something like this happens huh? I just have to rely on good friends like you love."

"In a way I suppose this crew is our family now. But, don't you dare call me mommy," Lottie lifted a finger to chide him. "But if you were to leave all this behind, just for arguments sake, where would you go, and what would you do? I know family and such is another 'great experience' or so they say - but could we do that? I mean could you see yourself holding a baby, let alone caring for it?"

"That is what I would have you for." Jones smiled and chuckled a bit taking another swig of his booze. "And your right, this crew is a family, and I won't call ya mommy." Jones passed the flask back to Lottie. "If I were to leave, probably find some frontier planet that needs a good mechanic, live out in shed somewhere with a few targs and a dog."

She paused before knocking back a swing half wondering if this was the culpurt to making them both so relaxed. "Alone, with no wife to keep you in check?"

"What sad that I haven't included you yet in my little escape?" Walter grinned widely at Lottie. "I guess you can be included, riding over the desolate wastes with me, fending off bandits, making sure I'm home for dinner."

"I thought that was what I did now?" she ginned taking another long aip of the flask using it to mask her smile.

"Well if you want me to include you in my carnal fantasies I'd be more then willing to oblige that." Jones smiled and pulled Lottie off the arm rest and onto couch next to him. "Hell if I was 20 years younger love." Jones took back the flask and took a sip of it when his com link chirped.

She felt herself stiffen as he lifted her with apparent ease wondering where the rest of his sentence was going before they were interrupted.

"Walt, I found out what caused our engine failure, and you're not gonna like it. Meet me in the mess hall." Jan said on his comm.

"Alright.. I'll be there in a little bit." Jones clicked off the comm and looked back at Lottie.

"Interesting," Lottie nodded to the comm. "I smell a rat and sabotage."

"Yeah, that is what I'm guessing." Walter stood up and looked back at Lottie. "Mind going through the rest of these records for me, see if you can find out anything else?"

"I'll see what I can find," Lottie replied moving back over to the bed and pulled the files closer.

Jones headed to the door then turned and stopped before leaving.

She looked up as if sensing him still lingering: "Weren't you leaving? Or are you still thinking about these, lovely garment?" Lottie waved the lucid pink knickers at Jones. "I'm sure you'll look fetching in them, darling."

"Well I was thinking of something well less then that to be honest. I'll give you a call if I need ya." Jones smiled and walked out of the room and back down into the Warden.

Lottie's chuckle followed him, along with the underware which fell short of her target before fluttering to the ground, unloved and crinkled - much like the members of the Warden.

 

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