005: Little toooown, it's a quiet village....

[uberboned]

[Transmission clicks on mid-rant,  because he meant to turn the damn thing on, but got distracted by a wayward Cupid. Those little things are pesky. :|]

-little sparkly freak. Annnd the light's blinking. For those of you watching at home, I didn't dropkick Cupid, but I'm about ten seconds from it. You think that would offend the locals? ....I wonder what they do to criminals in this town. I'm not really seeing this as being the hang 'em high kinda place. Unless the nooses are made of licorace or something. Geez. It's like the Valentine's section at a department store exploded. Or we docked in a Disney movie and, by the way? If anyone breaks into song, I'm... No, I'm actually probably gonna laugh and consider the Admiral worthy of my undying respect. 

Also, I'm offended at this place's complete disregard for anything other than traditional couples. If this is the love port, you'd think there'd be a lot more orgies. Woodstock was better at free love than this joint and a heckuva lot less cheesy. C'mon.

Anyway. Maxxie, Rubes, Deano, JD, John-Boy, Ringo... Whoever else is out there bored out of their skulls and wandering listlessly around this joint with nothing to do... As soon as I take care of some business in the casino, I'm parking it at the bar and am not moving an inch until we leave. Wild horses covered in pink flowers will not drag me from that place, but hot local girls might. 

[OOC: And by "take care of something in the casino," he means "harrass the patrons." A LOT OF GAMBLERS ARE DICKS, OKAY? Feel free to spam, comment, do whatever you want. He has a date with Max and Ruby (not simultaneously), at some point, and a make-out session with Irene, but I'm still all open for plotting if anyone wants it. I am flexible like that.]

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[youdaman.livejournal.com]

"It happened on the ship," she smiled. "These things called tribbles invaded and I was forced to crawl through air ducts clearing them out." she frowned.

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Gabe considered that for a moment. "That should not be sexy and yet... It kinda is."

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[youdaman.livejournal.com]

"It really sucked, and it was claustrophobic and terrible." Max laughed a little bit.

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

"Oh sure, ruin my fantasies with logic, why don'tcha?" He laughed right back, slipping an arm around her shoulders.

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[youdaman.livejournal.com]

Max settled in his arms and pushed her hair back along her scalp. "Why does this feel so nice, huh?"

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

He considered that for a moment. "Hm. 'Cause you're in a town built on sex and you just won the sexual marathon with a ridiculously good-looking pagan god, maybe?"

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[youdaman.livejournal.com]

"There's gotta be a special circle of hell made for women he get in sexual marathons with pagan gods," she muttered tiredly and put a palm down on her forehead. "I think you broke me."

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Not really as special as the circle of hell for women who get into sexual marathons with archangels. There was probably a special hell for the aforementioned archangels too, but Daddy ain't listening and the other angels don't care and what they don't know continues to get him laid.

"I'd apologize, but I'm not really that sorry." He snickered and then squeezed her shoulders. "Take a nap, precious. If the holodeck explodes, I'll keep you posted."

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[youdaman.livejournal.com]

Max sighed against his chest and rested her cheek there shutting her eyes. She hadn't ever actually slept beside or with another person, but she found herself immediately drifting and strangely trusting the guy.

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Gabe folded the arm not currently wrapped around Max behind his head and watched the hearts circle around, multiplying in number a little as he can a hand up and down Max's arm in soothing gestures.

"Don't you mock me," he muttered at them, rolling his eyes.