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The Lovely, the Dark, and the Deep [Cheesi]

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Cheesigator:
The splash back was to be expected. She quickly raised a hand to shield her eyes, but the force of the water almost knocked her off-balance. Almost. She grabbed a handful of hair and tossed it back from her face, eyes shining now with real mischief and dangerous intrigue, her grin fierce as it showed off all of her sharp canines.

"Slippery? Oh I bet your pants must be a real slip'n'slide then, huh?" She sneered, but before she even had much of a chance to rub it in he proposed her a challenge--and didn't even give her the option of turning him down.

Had she had movable ears like some creatures, they'd have perked instantly at the mention of making things more interesting, and like that, as if he'd simply snapped his fingers, he had all of her attention like he was dangling a carrot in front of a horse. Games? Excellent. She needed the distraction, and thus when she saw his muscles tense as he started to move, heard the "Later, loser!" She wasted no time in springing after him.

She threw herself wholeheartedly back into the water, diving down under and kicking with surprising agility and coordination for a gal who played with glorified Pop 'Em Sock 'Em Robots all day. She tore through that water like a shark, pushing hard off of the wall as she completed every lap, determined to win. And yet the one time she happened to glance over, closing in on the fifth lap, she realized he was still ahead.

Andy didn't falter, but she felt her heart did. It stuttered for a half a second, and in that fraction of a moment she saw his splashes in the focus of her vision, other people flashed across her mind instead. Her heart clenched with more than just the exercise.

She reached the wall just after him, and it was clear the moment he pulled his head from the water. She took a moment to catch her breath, her forearms crossed on the side of the pool before she suddenly flexed and pulled herself up over the edge with ease, turning to sit, feet still trailing in the water as she tossed her hair back and smirked at him--though it was only half there.

"Not bad, Fishstick. Even though you cheated." She bared her teeth just slightly, nodding and making a pointed glance at his fins.

She pulled her feet up underneath her and gracefully stood, water splashing down her form and hitting the pavement with hard pitters and patters. It had been fun; a good workout, a good distraction. But she looked away, her gaze on an imaginary someone across the pool who clearly wasn't there. It worked but it'd been brief, and the throbbing aches in her chest were back once again, hardly something that made her feel up to socializing. She couldn't even be bothered to challenge him to a rematch.

She glanced over, spotting her towel on the bench and going over to it to pick it up, squeezing her hair into it as she started to head back to the locker rooms with a wave at him over her shoulder.

"Your prize is a pool to yourself. Enjoy it, Fishstick."

Lion:
Theo wasn't a competitive son of a bitch, but when a challenge was on the line, a faint primal need was abruptly ignited within him. Not to prove anything, not because he was the best and thus had to prove it. The heat of a challenge alone was enough to set his heart racing, it was the very thrill of the action that made it worth his while. And the possibility of kinda rubbing it in Andromeda's face was just the icing on a fish cake.

And the fact that it took so little to instigate her, that he took off and she followed behind him, he could hardly hold back the smug bastard grin he had under the water, throwing his whole body into every stroke. The fins along his arms and legs took to each movement and propelled him further along, catching water, scooping it and jetting him forward. 

One lap, then two, then three, and already he knew he was ahead by a long shot. And damn could Andy keep up. She was bigger than him, just by a hair, although his own body was chiseled and carved out with a strong musculature, all of which aided him in moving so naturally through the water, but she took to it as if it was second nature. And a small jolt leapt south from abdomen to groin.

And when he no longer felt her presence in the water,  Theo abruptly halted and shifted around so that his head and hair broke surface, tossing it back with a mighty swing and wave of his head.Paddling closer to her, he eyed her long legs, pulling herself out of the water and standing, of which he followed suit, hoisting himself up and the water drenching all the way down his form.

Theo's eyes narrowed, watching her turn to walk away, and he scoffed, sniffing a little. "It ain't cheating if you're born this amazing," he snorted, even knowing then how stupid he sounded tooting his own horn as he was. But there was a playful glint in his eye and he moved closer to her, keeping a level gaze the whole while.

"Don't think I'm letting you off that easy. You just earned yourself a consolation drink, butthead," he snorted and nudged her shoulder with his. It was a gentle touch, his shoulder brushing against hers. "C'mon, what do you say? You gotta redeem yourself. I mean, that display in the water was pretty fucking impressive, but I'm wondering if you can drink like a fish as well as swim like one."

Theo headed to the unisex locker rooms where his stuff was stored away and let the water drip drip drip along the way. The towels folded on the cart just at the entryway was unfurled and dragged along his body, the rivulets of water being immediately soaked up and the frills of his fins casually relaxing and easy against his skin. He didn't even mind if she followed him or not, and casually pushed the wet swim trunks from his pelvis and tossed them into his gym bag, wrapped in his own towel before throwing on a pair of boxers and jeans.

"Well," he called out to her. "You get the molasses out your brain yet? How about that drink?" Theo hung up the towel off to the side, throwing it on a hook just beside the edge of the lockers where she was and he leaned against it, bracing one arm against the cool metal, his t-shirt draped of his shoulder, pants being buttoned one-handed and the ankles bunched up under worn, dirty boots, and his gym bag at his feet.

Cheesigator:
To be honest, as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail, tossing it against her back as she headed back to the locker rooms, she hadn't been expecting the touch. She'd been thinking he'd call her a sore loser and leave it at that to keep playing in the water, or whatever fish guys did. She didn't know. She wasn't a fish guy.

The brush against her shoulder caught her by surprise, made her step away and sharply turn her head to give him an accusing look that largely read 'The fuck you think you're doing?' She wasn't in a mood to be touched, wasn't in a mood to horseplay. Not with those faces flashing across her mind, or the painful ache that felt like a winded stitch in her chest, as if she'd been running too far for too long.

"Butthead? Oh yeah, I'm practically dying to go get drinks with you now, boy." She said with a roll of her eyes as he passed her to head to the locker rooms.

When he just got here?

She paused in the doorway a moment, crossing her arms underneath her chest to raise her breasts onto her forearms, totally not intentionally, as she arched an eyebrow and stared at him with a smirk for a moment as he just dropped his pants in front of her, naked for a second before he wrapped himself in his towel.

Uh-huh. Very subtle.

She snorted softly and shook her head, going to the locker set right across the isle from his, her back to him as she opened the door and pulled out her bag of wadded clothes. She followed the same suit, uncaring of what he saw as she peeled out of that one piece swimsuit and toweled off quickly, slipping into a set of blue and purple triangle patterned leggings, black sports bra and a pair of sneakers.

"Drink like a fish? Hmm, well." She pondered the notion for a moment as she ran a brush through her hair real quick, bending over to toss it down and then back up as she straightened so it dried with a natural fluff to it, rather than hanging there like a dead thing on her head. Wasn't her style.

Drinks sure as shit sounded good, but she also knew that something like that could be hella dangerous, as if she hadn't just spent the last week stoned out of her mind in a sad attempt to forget how she felt. Because feelings were never something she'd learned to handle well, or handle at all honestly. Getting drunk would be a great way to fend the pain off, but it could turn into a real nasty habit.

She glanced over her shoulder at Theo, meeting his gaze briefly.

Could also turn into some real nasty mistakes.

"Fine, you're buying. Don't complain about your wallet when I'm done, Fishstick. Any particular place in mind, or hadn't you gotten that far yet?" She asked as she tossed her bag over her shoulder, dropping the towel on the bench and tilting her head at him curiously.

Lion:
Theo gave exactly 0 fucks about whether or not she saw him in his skivvies and then some. Seeing as it was a locker room, someone was bound to see something at some point. And the same he was certain went for her. So he didn't bother looking away at all when she went about changing, letting himself admire the finer points of her form, eyes taking it in and the nonchalant way with which she went about stripping. The sheer casualness was a nice change of pace. And for a moment he was actually glad they were the only two people in there - merely for the lack of sheer interruption.

Theo snorted a little, watching her hair fluff up and dry from it's initial swamp thing status to a Kreseme commercial model, whipping her hair back before she showed up her pointless male costar how shiny her hair was. And for some reason Theo enjoyed toying with the thought that if anyone was going to star in a commercial just like that - there'd be no one more fitting than her.

"The only thing I'm worried about is keeping your hair out of the way when you drink so much you puke all over the floor," Theo grinned at her, eyelids half lidded and smug. His hand reached up and scratched at his stubble, pulling his tshirt over his head and likewise hoisting the bag up onto his shoulder. He led the way out of the gym and motioned for her to walk with him. Not behind or in front, but his footsteps comfortably fell in line with hers.

"Thirsty's down in Sector 12-G is really damn good. They distill their own whiskey," he grinned at her, gesturing to the tram that would take them their faster. "I'm sure you've got plenty of stories yourself about good places to get smashed. Considering how long you've been in Travica," he commented. "Got picked up right out from Candyland."  He grinned knowingly at her, giving her side-eye, stepping onto the rail right behind her. "Think you can handle whiskey?"

Cheesigator:
To be perfectly honest, there was a tiny part of her that wondered if this was a good idea.

Andromeda might have crowed constantly about her greats, exuding confidence as if she were a walking talking G.I. Jake doll with the entire world on her side like it was impossible for her to ever be in the wrong, but she was still human. Most of that was a front put on for the public, or other Pilots--basically, anybody that wasn't her. That was who she was in company. Who she was by herself was far less amusing, far less riled up, far less brimming with bravado.

And it seemed like every time she showed that real side of herself to someone, it never fucking worked out.

Alcohol could bring out the absolute best and the absolute worst in people if you weren't careful. Could also bring out utter bullshit that made no sense at all. And she found herself glancing over at Theo occasionally, wondering what she was getting herself into. Clearly, he was into her. That wasn't uncommon. Sure, he was pleasing to the eye and all that, but her heart wasn't in it, and what might have ended up in a one night stand any other day was less likely to do so now--she just hoped he wasn't expecting it.

Cause if he tried to get it he'd be sorely mistaken.

Still, she'd said she was gonna go for it, and she couldn't back out now.

"Thirsty's is good, yes." She nodded, rolling her eyes at his commentary and ignoring his grin. "Ah, congratulations you did your homework, want a medal?" She couldn't help but sneer a little as she found a spot on the tram car and plopped down, spreading her arms across the back of the seats, crossing her legs at the knees and taking up plenty of space, much to the chagrin of some of the other passengers.

"Whiskey?" She tossed her head back and cackled, "Boy that shit might as well be apple juice! The hell kinda things you fish drink, huh? No, I usually like to start things off with absinthe, rum." She tilted her head, eyeing him carefully as the tram picked up speed to take them to their destination.

"For all your research you sure as shit have some low expectations of me, don'tcha?" She arched an eyebrow, looking at him pointedly. The drinking scene was one of her best played games, usually. Getting shitfaced was something rarely done by her, and she could usually hold her weight against most men with ease.

"So why're you here in Travica?" She asked, purely for the sake of making idle conversation and less so because she cared, as they stepped off at their stop and she took the lead, knowing exactly how to get to Thirsty's from the station.

It was a trip done often, a place visited frequently, sometimes with her fellow squad members, or just other random Pilots she decided to shack up with for an evening. Point was, when she walked in the bartender recognized her and she nodded her chin at the guy, and business was perfectly as usual. The bartender quickly slid her one of her favorite poisons to start, and two shots of raw rum for both as she perched elegantly on a bar stool, one foot on the bar at the bottom, the other leg draping gracefully down where her other rested on the floor as she knocked back the shot glass without blinking an eye. The liquid went down burning her throat, leaving the taste of nailpolish remover in her mouth and she grinned, glancing back to Theo.

"I mean I sincerely doubt you took that longass train ride just to see lil' ol' me." And if he tried to say that he did she'd call him out on that bullshit quicker than he could try to backtrack and come up with a better excuse.

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