"Yes, make sure that's handled - and no. Don't -- I said /DON'T/ overload him. - Alright. Alright. Just don't touch it and waits for- No. Wait. Alright? You're the second reason why I drink." He says, jumping between tones of seriousness and jovial mirth, with his finger to his ear piece. Dawsons looked around, a box under his other arm filled a bottle or five of Kali'fel, obvious from the pungent scent of the nasal opening drink. He'd more or less get a few looks from the Romulan crew members of the familiar ship as he came to a door.
Once it slid open, the mans eyes widened just slightly with a raise of his brow, "And here comes the first." He simply mumbled as he would find a cackling mad woman barreling straight towards him. "Aster, no!" He said, with a raised hand, as if that would stop her. It might of if she was paying attention and actually wanted to stop herself, but if not, then he had a strong feeling this was not going to end well for him.
"H'oshit!--Movemovemove!"
Outwardly, it was a slow motion shuttle wreck in the making, and not one pair of eyes were anywhere but the collision path.
Inwardly, a series of calculations were being made: angles, trajectories, probability- all without the owners' active cognizance- driven by the promise of glory and manifesting as instinct-- Nethali drops to the floor in a baseball slide, betting on the gangly, long-legged man's reflexes to turn disaster into circus spectacle.
Outwardly, it was a slow motion shuttle wreck in the making, and not one pair of eyes were anywhere but the collision path.
Inwardly, a series of calculations were being made: angles, trajectories, probability- all without the owners' active cognizance- driven by the promise of glory and manifesting as instinct-- Nethali drops to the floor in a baseball slide, betting on the gangly, long-legged man's reflexes to turn disaster into circus spectacle.
Being on a slight delay Davin has a little extra warning about the impending doom, whatever it may be. A hand reached out, caught the frame of the mess hall door...
Well, it wasn't pretty, but the SubCommander at least manages a vague semblance of grace when his shoulder bounces off the far wall of the hallway, angled toward whatever misfortune Nethali had barreled into.
Well, it wasn't pretty, but the SubCommander at least manages a vague semblance of grace when his shoulder bounces off the far wall of the hallway, angled toward whatever misfortune Nethali had barreled into.
Dawsons watched as Aster zoomed right through his legs as he opened them. He held his breath as she slid on through, only when she had fully vacated his groin region did he even dare to breath. Holding the box up he turned his back to look at Aster, "Yeesh. I'm just recovering from the last time you were near there, I'd rather you not, please!" He called with a chuckle, before looking to Davin, blinking. He'd arch his arm back some and toss the box to the Romulan. "And this is for you." He said, before flapping the tall collar of his green and gold shirt, standing straight again.
The woman flat-footed herself to a halt on the wall beyond McCarthy, only to immediately kick off again for the momentum necessary to spin herself about back in his direction.
"Oh please," She says good-naturedly, vaulting to her feet with an acrobatic rock-and-leap. Surreptitiously, she slips the Romulan's flask out of her pocket and, with one hand tucked in its place, massaging the forming bruise from its impact with the floor.
"Y'd lose th' pants inna 'eartbeat iffin I toldja to, boy-o~"
The exchange of goods, though, sets that topic aside as she nosily peers on. "What'd Davin do t' get it so good! Y' payin' 'im off fer sommat~!? Yer buyin' one o' those pleasure bots, ain'tcha!"
"Oh please," She says good-naturedly, vaulting to her feet with an acrobatic rock-and-leap. Surreptitiously, she slips the Romulan's flask out of her pocket and, with one hand tucked in its place, massaging the forming bruise from its impact with the floor.
"Y'd lose th' pants inna 'eartbeat iffin I toldja to, boy-o~"
The exchange of goods, though, sets that topic aside as she nosily peers on. "What'd Davin do t' get it so good! Y' payin' 'im off fer sommat~!? Yer buyin' one o' those pleasure bots, ain'tcha!"
"I DON'T-" He growls in the purest of frustrations, nearly dropping the box of kali'fal as he growls at the ceiling. "I can't win. I really just can't win." Still staring blankly at the ceiling he holds out his empty hand, expecting at least the return of his flask. After a beat he brings his gaze back to the hallway, giving McCarthy an exasperated nod. "Hi, Dawsons. How's it going."
"It's alright. I made a good deal on some Romulan drinks, decided I'd be nice and give you a few bottles of Kali'fel while I had them." Dawsons said with a jovial grin and chuckle, before turning on his heels to face Nethali, looking her over. He thumped the heel of his boot against the floor once, and made the familiar sound of him sucking his teeth in thought before replying.
"Well... That may be true, but I'm trying really hard to pull back on choices I'd regret in the morning." He clicked his teeth, before grinning ear to ear at the familiar woman. "As for why Davin gets nice things, and you don't - is because, I had to return the skimpy dress. I'd never get the satisfaction of it with you, so I need to think of a new gift for all my wonderful friends.~ All two of you." He snorted again, before looking between the two quickly.
"So, why does Aster have fire in her boots and what are you two up to?" He asked, before kicking a leg forward, jamming his hands into his pockets and leaning against the nearest wall awaiting their answers as he raised a hand to scratch at his stubbled cheek, then stroke his carpeted chin.
"Well... That may be true, but I'm trying really hard to pull back on choices I'd regret in the morning." He clicked his teeth, before grinning ear to ear at the familiar woman. "As for why Davin gets nice things, and you don't - is because, I had to return the skimpy dress. I'd never get the satisfaction of it with you, so I need to think of a new gift for all my wonderful friends.~ All two of you." He snorted again, before looking between the two quickly.
"So, why does Aster have fire in her boots and what are you two up to?" He asked, before kicking a leg forward, jamming his hands into his pockets and leaning against the nearest wall awaiting their answers as he raised a hand to scratch at his stubbled cheek, then stroke his carpeted chin.
"-Really-?" Her tone couldn't get any less enthusiastic.
"A dress? When y' got Dip a freakin' box o' ale!? You sonofasheepdip. Good thing y' rethought it, else I'd be usin' tha' dress t' strangle yer scrawny dumbass."
She paces to Davin with the flask extended- by her gait, she's not expecting any sort of retaliation- even if the poor flask might have some skid marks.
"A dress? When y' got Dip a freakin' box o' ale!? You sonofasheepdip. Good thing y' rethought it, else I'd be usin' tha' dress t' strangle yer scrawny dumbass."
She paces to Davin with the flask extended- by her gait, she's not expecting any sort of retaliation- even if the poor flask might have some skid marks.
Davin shrugged as he reclaimed his flask, dusting off the well-worn metal surface. "Nethali's being Nethali, and I'm starting to regret making myself responsible for..." He gestures vaguely at Nethali. "...all that."
Once his flask is returned to its rightful home in his jacket he sets down the box of ale, grabs himself a bottle, pops off the top and has a sip. A passing sublieutenant holds out a hand on his way past Davin, and like a well-oiled machine they share the spoils of Dawsons' stay without the officer so much as breaking stride.
Once his flask is returned to its rightful home in his jacket he sets down the box of ale, grabs himself a bottle, pops off the top and has a sip. A passing sublieutenant holds out a hand on his way past Davin, and like a well-oiled machine they share the spoils of Dawsons' stay without the officer so much as breaking stride.
Dawsons looked to Nethali, then back to Davin. "Yes. She also seems to not know what a joke is. I mean, secretly we all know who my favorite person was here. - And me giving you a case amounts to about... oh... 3.25% of the booze I've bought her since knowing her." He only forms the most wickedly wick of grins and chuckles after as he moved his neck to the left some, then to the right.
McCarthy's humor earns him a swift kick to the boot- close enough to the anklebone to threaten real ouchies.
"Was, eh? I see 'ow it is wi' you two~ Shoul' I letcha two get a room~?"
She steps in and helps with the distribution- if only to make sure that the very last bottle of kali-fal is passed along and not available for refilling that poor, abused flask.
"Was, eh? I see 'ow it is wi' you two~ Shoul' I letcha two get a room~?"
She steps in and helps with the distribution- if only to make sure that the very last bottle of kali-fal is passed along and not available for refilling that poor, abused flask.
Another sip and he waggled the bottle at the pair. "Joke's on you two, cuz I can replicate this stuff. I mean, genuine's always nice, but." He lets the thought end there, and takes another measured sip as he leans against the wall plating.
After a few seconds he looks down at the bottle in his hand, turning the thing over and swishing it's contents. "...You ever think we might be overdoing it with this stuff?"
After a few seconds he looks down at the bottle in his hand, turning the thing over and swishing it's contents. "...You ever think we might be overdoing it with this stuff?"
The woman's response is a grabby-hand yoink of the bottle he's got, "Yep! So tha'ss why y'shoul' givvit t' me~"
Dawsons snorts, "Over doing it? All the time, but we can regret it tomorrow. Just think of it as tomorrows problem!" He then goes to snatch a bottle from whoever had it at the moment to steal his own swig. "The real question is, what goes good with drinking."
Davin leans against the wall, folding his arms over his chest seeing as his hands are empty now. "...I'm tempted to say 'more drinking', but I'm scared to encourage you two. At least aboard D'Ishae."
"I'm tempted t' say 'raucous sex', but iffin y' insist on 'more drinkin' instead', I guess I coul' settle~"
She flashes the pair of them her usual grin.
She flashes the pair of them her usual grin.
"Well, you know what. In the interest of being the voice of reason I'd say why not both!" He threw his head back in one big laugh, before looking between his friends, then passing the drink on to Davin to continue the drink and pass thing. "But, for the moment we can sit around and drink and talk about our days like the pretty little ladies we are, or we could go break something, because I'm down to break something." He shifted his look between them again, grinning like a devil.
The bottle back in Davins possession, he uses it to point to the turbolift. "Right, to the hangar then!" He takes a deep swig, grabs the box of however many bottles remain, and takes off down the hall.
...Only to pause after about two meters. "Or would a holosuite be better, do you think? Grab a case of ale and take an hour on Risa, or something?"
...Only to pause after about two meters. "Or would a holosuite be better, do you think? Grab a case of ale and take an hour on Risa, or something?"
"Knock me upside th' skull 'gain Dawsons McCarthy 'cause I think I jess 'eard Davin T'Varros suggest Risa as a fun an' excitin' place fer us t' pretend t' be." Because Risa is lame!
She's already veered off for the holosuites, regardless, letting Davin do the heavy lifting of the booze.
She's already veered off for the holosuites, regardless, letting Davin do the heavy lifting of the booze.
Dawsons followed the woman with his hands going back to his pockets as he swaggered on. "Well, I've no suggestion. I don't use the holo-decks enough, as well as not favor them. But friends make it better. Maybe a random shooting range? Guns and drinking go great together."