Post by Sunshine on May 31, 2008 0:31:32 GMT -5
The Void Reaver stood idly breakdancing close to the center of the ruined cavernous room. Ilarra felt hot, tired, and very slightly weightless from Tempest Keep's second-rate gravity, and the voice in her ear said:
"How much ta give his name t'all the pretty boys and girls?"
She blinked amidst lighting a cigarette; glanced about her allies until she found Bricu Bittertongue. He had a buzzbox in his hand; he had just whispered into it. He saw her looking at him and winked.
She grinned, glanced around again until she saw Delion-- who desperately needed to get laid-- and moved her mouth to the microphone mounted on her collar. Her lips barely moved around the cigarette. Tiny receptors picked up the soft whisper of her breath, amplified it, and carried her words across complicated air waves until they reached Bricu. They were:
"Oh, hell, that oughta be free, darlin."
"Make it clear that he's interested in the long term," said Bricu into his buzzbox. "Loving..."
Ilarra started cackling. People around her gave her odd looks, but they were used to her being odd.
"Polyamorous," added Bricu. Ilarra laughed so hard she started choking on her cigarette.
---
Later, at home, in her dressing gown:
Ilarra blew a kiss into her home buzzbox. "So you'll call on him?"
"Why of course, darling! My, he sounds dreamy," said a voice on the other end of the line.
"Oh, he is, I promise. Hell, I'd go for him myself if I liked men. One thing though, don't tell him it was me let you know about him, 'kay? It's a surprise," said Ilarra, then stifled a giggle. "Thanks, babe. Ciao!"
She clicked off the box, picked a pen up from her desk, and scratched off a name on a pad of thick paper. Then she looked at the next name on the list and started punching in the number that went with it.
Poor Delion really did desperately need to get laid.
"How much ta give his name t'all the pretty boys and girls?"
She blinked amidst lighting a cigarette; glanced about her allies until she found Bricu Bittertongue. He had a buzzbox in his hand; he had just whispered into it. He saw her looking at him and winked.
She grinned, glanced around again until she saw Delion-- who desperately needed to get laid-- and moved her mouth to the microphone mounted on her collar. Her lips barely moved around the cigarette. Tiny receptors picked up the soft whisper of her breath, amplified it, and carried her words across complicated air waves until they reached Bricu. They were:
"Oh, hell, that oughta be free, darlin."
"Make it clear that he's interested in the long term," said Bricu into his buzzbox. "Loving..."
Ilarra started cackling. People around her gave her odd looks, but they were used to her being odd.
"Polyamorous," added Bricu. Ilarra laughed so hard she started choking on her cigarette.
---
Later, at home, in her dressing gown:
Ilarra blew a kiss into her home buzzbox. "So you'll call on him?"
"Why of course, darling! My, he sounds dreamy," said a voice on the other end of the line.
"Oh, he is, I promise. Hell, I'd go for him myself if I liked men. One thing though, don't tell him it was me let you know about him, 'kay? It's a surprise," said Ilarra, then stifled a giggle. "Thanks, babe. Ciao!"
She clicked off the box, picked a pen up from her desk, and scratched off a name on a pad of thick paper. Then she looked at the next name on the list and started punching in the number that went with it.
Poor Delion really did desperately need to get laid.