Posted by Fleet Captain Katelyn Jacobs (Commanding Officer) in Side sim: Starbase Tortuga -Pre Sim

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IC: If Ryley was shocked by the sudden arrival he hid it well. He rolled his tongue around the inside of his mouth savouring the peaty after taste of his drink. He gave the woman before him a careful appraisal from head to foot then back up again. He didn’t bother to hide the ogling as he studied her, studying him.

He pushed his now empty glass forward and reaching his uninsured arm up took the bottle back from her and poured a measure back into the glass before nudging it towards her. Holding the bottle aloft he gave her a gesture and took his next drink from the bottle itself.

Closing the open unbruised eye against the mouthful he lowered the bottle again. “ So…” he started gruffly. “In an age of ironic retro culture worship, social niceties and directives that tell us what is ok and not ok to say or do it’s irresponsible to walk around without knowing at least a few bar-appropriate pick up lines.” He refilled the glass and took another drink for himself before continuing. “Yet you choose to steal my drink instead. Interesting. I like interesting.”

Ryley
MD

Katelyn’s fingers tightened on the bottle briefly as Ryley moved to take it from her, but she ultimately released it, curious to see what he would do next. She watched as he poured it in the glass and as he tilted the bottle back into his own mouth. Shaking her head lightly at that, she reached for the indicated glass and took a long sip. Her eyes closed briefly as she savored the beverage before swallowing and opened as she heard his voice. “Well, it got your attention,” she responded, offering a nonchalant shrug of her slender shoulders. Another sip punctuated her point before she moved to set the glass down, swirling it slightly and watching the remaining liquid slosh onto the sides. “I have a proposition for you.” Her black eyes drifted back up from the glass and met his as she waited to see his response before continuing on.

Jacobs, CO

Ryley raised one eyebrow and again took a drink from the bottle. “If its on the pool table you can forget it sweetheart, the klingons kinda had an accident with it.” He thumbed over his shoulder at the knife embedded in the slashed blue green material that once covered the table.

Again the bearded older man considered her. “Anyway, while i am into the whole biker chick/ Sarah Connor thing youve got going on here…” he said referencing an ancient earth scifi “…I’m too old for you. And dont assume this is all jyst a deflection. It partly is and partly is an effort to extend the time i can sit here. And I’m not dismissing you just that I can’t think of anything that I’d be interested in you could offer.”

Ryley
MD