Eve listened intently as an Orlock man approached and began speaking to Hawk who was nearby. She tried to put Lewis as far away from her mind as she could so her concentration would be on her leader and the man speaking with him. “Yeah. Well yeah all so gonna run into Jeremiah Elder.” The Orlock said part way through the conversation. Eve felt as though her heart was throbbing in her ears. That name was familiar. She’d heard plenty of times. What was it that she recalled most of all? She’s as crazy as Jeremiah Elder. Then someone would laugh. She continued to listen intently. “Jeremiah is the Reaver’s heart. He’s a bastard of a living being and an animal. His reaver’s tribe are the worst of the worst.” Gaston said. Eve hadn’t even realised he was awake. “So tomorrow we will show Jeremiah we are not gonna run.” Hawke said his voice loud enough for the crew to hear. Eve didn’t like that idea very much at all.
Spencer did smile this time. "'And behold joy and gladness, slaying oxen, and killing sheep, eating flesh, and drinking wine: let us eat and drink; for tomorrow we shall die.'" He said. He looked over to see her looking at him oddly. "Isaiah. When you've been where I've been; you look for comfort wherever you can find it."
“I see you’re all warmed up now." Sadie told him teasingly. "Yeah, now that i'm not all--" he ws interrupted by Lewis hollering across the bar. "OOOOIII CHIRS!, QUITE GIVING ME DAGGERS AND GET YA FILTHY ASS HERE, YA DIRTY TOERAG!" Chris turned back to Sadie "Wow, that was slightly very embarrasing. Save me a drink?" She nodded and Chris headed over to Eve and Lewis, clapping his hand on Doc's shoulder as he passed him. When he got there, Lewis just patted him on the shoulder and walked away... "What was that all about?" Chris asked Eve, as he took the newly vacant seat next to her.
Lewis walked away from Chris and Eve. He scanned the room, looking for any good looking girls there were quite a few but they were all occupied and so was everyone else, busy talking he didn't want to interrupted anyone.... so he decided to walk to the bar "Lemonade my good, man" he said to the bartender who smirked "What! i'm watching my colestrol...jeez" "your the boss" came the bartenders remark. Steward noticed Hawke grinning at him "AHH..Not you aswell!" shaking his head "Holy monkey balls,is there no music?" "Well there's a box over there" hawke indicated "ah right cheers" After recieving his drink he headed to the box where Hawke had show him, "right lets see" he said to himself while scanning through the song lists.... after a few minutes Steward chose a upbeat tempo song and moved his way to the middle of the room he began dancing like a mad man, popping and locking whatever he could.
"I know what that is all about," Sufficiently drunk now, she rested her head on Spencer's shoulder, "Know what I mean?" She looked up into his face.
“Oh,” Eve blushed. “it was nothing really I think Lewis was flirting. I seem to have scared him away.” She smiled “I was hoping you’d come over, I…well I was starting to feel a little jealous.”
Chris flushed. It was an unfamiliar feeling. He was speechless, though only momentarily. He met her eyes. "Yeah, it's not a pleasant feeling seeing someone you care about with someone else, huh?" Chris said gesturing to Lewis. He stood up and took Eve's hand. "Dance with me?"
"I know what that is all about," Sufficiently drunk now, she rested her head on Spencer's shoulder, "Know what I mean?" She looked up into his face. Something stirred within him; something he hadn't felt for a long time. The closeness...no woman had come this close to him in years. And even though he knew it was the influence of the alcohol that had brought her guard down; he couldn't help but be aware of the power of her presence. Spencer looked down at the bar and removed his sunglasses. He then looked back into her eyes. "I do indeed."
"Yeah, it's not a pleasant feeling seeing someone you care about with someone else, huh?" Chris said gesturing to Lewis. He stood up and took Eve's hand. "Dance with me?" Eve followed him and smiled, “they say it‘s a curse…I‘ve been wanting to say for a little while…that well…” Eve felt shaky she wanted to let Chris know how she felt but how would he feel about her and if he did accept her he would soon turn her away when he realised she was half mad and something worse something she’d only discovered on the dunes in her fight. Her memory had returned most of it anyway. Horrid patches of disgust in her mind. “You fight good…” she cringed. How stupid could she get?
“they say it‘s a curse…I‘ve been wanting to say for a little while…that well…You fight good…” she cringed. Chris pulled her to the center of the dance floor and eyed Lewis who seemed to be controlling the jukebox. Lewis got the hint and put on a slow jazzy song; "You Make it Real for me," by James Morrison. Chris pulled her close placing his hand gently on her chin, guiding it up, so he could look into her eyes. "Right, well there's something i've been meaning to tell you too." He took a shallow breath and kissed her, before he could lose his nerve. He feared he'd made the worst mistake of his life, until he felt her start to kiss back...
Her heart hammered in her chest as she moved closer to him. Thank god he made the first move. She ran her fingers through his hair and enjoyed the moment. She pushed the bad thoughts the horrible things aside. She’d take her time with Chris if it was like this, if he asked she’d tell that was all she could do. She pulled away from his kiss and gave him a warm smile. “Look at that you kiss just as good to. Aren‘t I lucky you’re the first man I‘ve ever kissed.” She didn’t feel stupid anymore nor naïve.
“Look at that you kiss just as good to. Aren‘t I lucky you’re the first man I‘ve ever kissed.” Chris smiled, resting his forehead on hers, savoring the moment, gently swaying to the beat. Everyone else, everything else, ceased to exist. For the first time in a long time, Christopher Alexander Kimsey cared about someone other than himself, and the feeling was mutual. He slow-danced with her in silence for a time, before the mood was ruined by techno music. He looked over to see Lewis smiling, popping and locking on the dance floor. Pretty nice moves for someone who'd just taken an axe to the chest. "Ah well," he said to Eve, "Guess that's our cue to exit the dance floor. Let's go somewhere a little more quiet."
"Ah well," he said to Eve, "Guess that's our cue to exit the dance floor. Let's go somewhere a little more quiet." Eve nodded draining what was left of her scotch. “Their has to be somewhere quiet around here with a fire place. It would be nice to sit down for a little while. Though the truck needs work we were lucky to get here. I need to make sure it doesn‘t break down again and a new windscreen would be great.”
Mika looked into the empty glass that had been her second White Russian and thought that had been one of her less wise ideas. The party had really taken off and, unsurprisingly, it had taken off without her. It was partly a relief. She didn't want a fling with someone who might die in the next few days anyway. And it was partly a frustration. Would she ever find anyone else now that Boris was gone? Not that it mattered...she could very well be the one that died in the next few days. Which means it would have been nice to have a fling. She snorted in disgust at herself. The other women hadn't had any problems being aggressive and had moved right in while she sat and did...what? Nothing. Mika lifted the glass and let the final bead of alcohol run down into her mouth before getting up. She noticed that everything looked a lot softer around the edges than it felt. Definitely time to turn in. She asked Bugsy where their quarters were and he indicated the direction with a crook of his finger, telling her which way to go. Mika thanked him and walked very carefully to her parka, taking her things off the pegs and tacking a slightly wavy line through the group toward the door.
In what felt like mere moments, Artie watched some talking between male and female heroes turn into something else. He raised an eyebrow at his buddy Chris and the lady he pulled from the dance floor. He laughed at the other fellow pop-locking to a softer mix. "Do the damn thang, bro." he said to the brave dancer. He walked past the dancing dude before a conversation could start. Not that he didn't want to talk to the guy, he had his eyes on a lady. He aimed to talk to her, and nothing was going to knock him off track. He watched her bored, and figured "what the hell?" At the very least, he'd be an improvement from what she originally had. He nodded at Hawke and Gaston as he made his way to the Skarren lady. She was on the way out. Acting on an impulse, he decided to approach her anyway. "You're not leaving, are you?"
Mika looked up and saw Artie talking to her. She stopped walking very deliberately so she didn't fall over. "Yep, I am. Been a long day and I think I've had just about enough to drink." She swayed a little, clutching her snow things gamely. There must be something polite to say... "Having a good time?" she asked vaguely.
“Their has to be somewhere quiet around here with a fire place. It would be nice to sit down for a little while. Though the truck needs work we were lucky to get here. I need to make sure it doesn‘t break down again and a new windscreen would be great.” "What?" Chris asked incredulously, as he lead her towards the door. "We finally admit our feelings for each other and all you can think about is the truck? Don'y worry about it, that's what the mechs here are for, they've got everything under control." He passed Mika and Arthur, nodding his goodnight before continuing. "I think i know somewhere where we can sit down. The living quarters have love seats, there's no fireplace, but there are other ways of keeping warm." he smiled back at her.
"Having a good time?" she asked vaguely. Artie smiled at her tipsy talk. She looked as if a strong wind could take her away. The look in her eyes wasn't the same, but that could have been the magic of alcohol. He's kept the lady waiting long enough. "I was, until you told me you were leaving." he said with a playful frown. "Not trying to turn into the lush I am, but I think you should have one more drink with me." He pointed at the Captain and said, "Even Hawke there thinks you should a drink with me. Whattya say?"
Mika looked at Hawke. He was deep in discussion with another guy who could have been his brother. He had one booted foot up on the opposite chair, there were bottles all over the table, and he was wreathed in cigar smoke. Even in her condition she could tell she was not on his radar screen. "I'm thinking," she said, extending one finger and poking him in the chest, "that you're a big fibber." She watched Artie's face get a little fuzzier and then a little clearer again. "And I'm thinking that one more drink will be at least two too many. Goodnight, though, I appreciate the offer."
She smiled bitterly it wasn’t nice that she had changed subjects that quickly, however her responsibility was to that truck. “Sorry, I‘m not use to having an love interest that must have come off cold. Love seats and a fire place sound good to me you go ahead and wait for me I‘ll be there in a moment I might see if I can rustle up a bottle of something.” Eve let Chris walk ahead of her to the living quarters then stepped outside into the snow. It was the perfect time of night, though most creatures stayed away in the night chill they all still needed to eat. A mouse was scuttling through the snow they were hard to catch then the larger animals a good challenge Eve slowly moved towards the mouse then brought he foot on it in haste. Caught under her boot the mouse withered and squirmed trying to get free. Eve bent down and picked it up clasping it gently in her hand. She looked about she couldn’t let Chris see this it was normal behaviour for her but she’d been beaten senseless before, after being caught. She squeezed the mouse until she could here its ribcage cracking her gloves would have to be degraded. After several moments she opened her hand and looked down on her tiny victim. A slick of blood had covered its brown fur making it appear black. She tore it’s head away from its body and took another look around before putting its neck to her lips. She peeled the fur back as best she could while looking at the peaks thoughtfully. She had needed to do this for days.
"I'm thinking," she said, extending one finger and poking him in the chest, "that you're a big fibber." He smiled at the chest poke. He tried to look into her eyes, but they were pretty glassy. She stumbled a little to keep her bearings, looking like she had something else to say. "And I'm thinking that one more drink will be at least two too many. Goodnight, though, I appreciate the offer." "Well, why don't we have something that won't make you feel icky? Some coffee or tea, maybe?"
Mika hesitated. His timing stank. He had a 'fro. He was married. He had ignored her all evening just like everyone else had. She was drunk. "What the hell," She muttered ungraciously, dumping her things at the table beside them, "Coffee, I guess."
"What the hell," She muttered ungraciously, dumping her things at the table beside them, "Coffee, I guess." "Coffee? You got it. Just make yourself comfortable, and I'll be right back." He headed for the bartender, fighting the satisfaction of getting her to stick around a little while longer. He realized he had no idea what kind of coffee she wanted, or probably needed. He made a hopstep back to her. "How do you like it?" he asked her with a smile.
"Cream...wait...no, just make it black." She'd had enough cream in the White Russians. Coffee was sounding pretty good at the moment. She wished she was happy drunk. Instead, it felt like someone was unscrewing the top of her head and instead of giggling she kind of wanted to cry. She decided she'd just have to watch that. No sense making this guy all uncomfortable blubbering on him about nothing.
