Ariel, Nice place to visit

Pacy and Art seem busy with the menu.

Like a hundred generations before his, Simon Garbo takes another sip of the liquor to get a little nerve up, it's been how long since I've done this.

"So Friday, if you're not to weighed down.."
oh shiny, real shiny...
"I mean, would you like to dance?"

"Oh yes!" Friday beams and takes a quick gulp of tea before grabbing his hand and heading for the floor as if she was running from a burning building. The music is a hot little number and Friday turns to him and waits for his lead.

Looking around as the move to the floor the other dancers are either doing their own little gyrations, or some sort of more formal dancing, but to an alternate beat, slower movements.

As Friday stops to let him take the lead, he extends their joined hands, puts and hand firmly on her waist. A small jolt of his head, shoulders and hips, then they begin moving across the floor, a few small turns, getting into the speed of the music.

She seems to follow his motions, almost anticipating...
..good...
They begin to resemble something Latin, then ballroom proper.

As start turning, changing directions, Friday is half flung, leaping out extended away from him, then close and spinning.

It isn't long before Simon is sweating, the couple weeks on the ship has not been much time to recover, his cardio slow to recouperate, but he can't stop, especially since there are a few other couples now watching.

Seeing Simon getting winded she moves in close and wraps her arms around his neck and settles in for a slow sway, Jr. Prom style. Her heart isn't beating fast yet, nor does sweat dot her brow. "Well, that was real nice there Flyboy." she says. "But as your doctor I gotta say we need to return to the table, besides, I'm still hungry."

After they exit the crowd true to her word Friday heads back to the buffet and makes another large bowl of stirfry before returning to the table.

"Now," She says when she points her chopsticks at him, "When your fully recovered we've gotta do that again."

"most merciful... " then he chuckles as she jokes about heading to the buffet..

... but she wasn't joking....

He looks toward Pacy and Art while she's at the buffet,
"Is this normal, for her...
..or anyone... "
watching her at the buffet ... " some sort of cybernetic hollow leg... ?"

She resumes...

looking at the chopsticks,
"whatever you say Doc, just don't point those deadly weapons at me while you're in berserker eating mode."

He sips on the water.
... enough alcohol, he's just trying to keep up now.

Friday shrugged and returned to her meal. Chicken in this bowl, or sorta chicken. The last bowl had been sorta beef.

"Gotta save room for Callie's thing, tho." She said. She glanced over at Arte and Pacy. "I'm gonna be done before you guys even start!"

He's been staring at it, off and on, since he came in.
Steel and glistening in the corner.

"Save Room?" his smile hooks extra wide on one side, another admiring, well entertained smirk.
you crack me up, is written all over his face.
"you not really going to eat again?"
Her face of course gives every indication, yes, she does.

Another patron approaches the machine, yet Simon is hesitant, without thinking,
waiting to be told, without even realizing it.

"So besides wearing boys out on the dance floor, or sweeping the floor with em.."
(I believe she mentioned something to that effect IC)
".. just what did you do to burn off the calories and avoid being the prize heffer back on Beaumonde?"

Finally he realizes it is ok, he can take the initiative,
so obvious, so hard to escape,

Even as Friday eats, while Pacy and Artemis order and chat,
he moves boldly, "anyone want some ice cream?"

Taking a step toward the machine dispensing flowing vanilla and chocolate, looking at their faces, it almost sounds like he's asking permision, but really knows he doesn't need it.

Having lead Pacy down several blocks past a group of dodgy looking merchants and several assemblies of people who gave obvious looks of dissapproval as she strode by in her combat boots Artemis finally reached the Ma Haung's. It was located in a good area. Not in the traditional sense of the word but by Art's own definition. The part that was full of real people and the part where she had escaped too in her youth whenever she could. Spotting Fri and Simon almost instantly she weaved her way towards them, very aware of the looks they were giving each other. But oddly, especially for her, she said nothing choosing instead to attempt a straight face which lost its effect as every now and then an amused and knowing smile would flash across her face. She couldn't really blame either of them. Simon was definitely a looker and Friday was...well...Friday. What wasn't to like?

Watching as they disappeared onto the dance floor Artemis' eyes darted to the many other couples on the floor. For a moment she considered asking Pacy but decided against it. Too awkward. Too troubling. By the time they had returned Art had worked herself up into a pensive state and was poking her food and watching it vaguely, trying her best to block out her serious thoughts. She looked up as Simon addressed them and gave a small shrug. "Yep," she said matter of factly, tearing her eyes away from her food long enough to give him a wry smile. She had no need, or time, to elaborate on her statement. As Friday retook her seat Artemis tried to think up an excuse for her speedy departure but is unable to pick one before Simon had risen again. Ice cream? Wondering if the offer extended to her as well she gave a small shrug that somehow demonstrated her approval. After that she'd disappear and leave them alone for a bit. There was one last place she had to go before she met up with Callie and besides, they looked like they could use a bit of time to themselves.

Simon returned with four bowls of ice cream, all mixed from the machine. He wasn't sure Pacy wanted any, but heck

Friday will eat it.
He looks the three others over..
Friday looking particularly bright and...
... is there a hook in my mouth? he smiles with pleasure.

He deftly places the four balanced bowls on the table and takes his seat.

Reel me in First Mate...

"I figured everyone wanted syrup..."

Friday shrugged. "Oh, you know, the usual...riding, branding, roundup, mucking out the stalls and careing for the horses, cooking and cleaning for about 30 folks...typical ranch stuff. These days Pacy and I work out every morning in the cargo hold when we aren't running away from Zombies, right Pace?"

She pushed away her empty bowl and accepted the ice cream. "Thank you!' she said and began playing with it, making it into little peaks and then cutting them off with her spoon to eat them.

Arte was looking pensive, but then Arte almost looked pensive...and Friday found herself wondering...AGAIN...what the pretty young woman had to pence about.

"my workouts are the stairs and some situps and pushups."

just no choice really,
lower my guard down and trust these folks,
what's the worst that could happen?
Friday lops of the tall peak of a tiny ice cream mountain.

heh, I'm so easily amused.

He can't eat the ice cream, too sugary.
Too full, and he's really thinking about dancing,
the music begins to play a longer, lively waltz of some sort,
slower than the work out before.

Maybe he can keep up,
"I think I've recouperated Friday, then I'd like to hear about this bath scheme of your."




((Stay tuned as Glorianna goes for the consecutive PbP record stuffing your PC with food. Simon the enabler, is standing by))

(beats Tojo with stick )

"Naw, we can do that later." Friday demurs. "Let's go and get a room and wash up, what do you say Arte? A real bath...soaking...bubbles?"

But the blonde shakes her head and mutters something about another errand, and Pacy looks slightly uncomfortable and says he's going back to the ship*

Suddenly Friday has a case of the shy's. She can't invite JUST Simon, and she can't NOT invite him when she invited everyone else.....

"What about you Simon?" She says, before she can get to that awkward silence phase.




*Going off of Ribs post over on FS, and Arte's internal monologue, so please forgive for godmodding. Going to Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, where Friday and Simon go kissy, and then gun shopping

"bubbles sound good." he replies, not realizing that she offered to .. what?

share a room, not a bath, or a bath?

Simon looks at her and she for once seems a little off her feet.
well now...

He pushes away the partially eaten bowl of ice cream.

Don'b be ridiculous.. just a chance to get cleaned up.
Still.., Bubble, hot water, bath, Friday..

He looks at her with an arrogant twinkle in his eye, not letting her get her feet back under her too quick. Simon picks up a just opened bottle of some local clear liquer.

"Don't worry," he says to Art and Pacy, "just going to scrub some space dirt."

But the very idea, that an explanation is even necessary...



<<EXT, stage left>>

So closes the last story of LiS 2.0

May she live in our hearst for ever