Ship continued to watch the action unfolding on the dancefloor with a pensive frown. She didn't doubt that Escort and Coral were performing better than either of them could have imagined, but that pair she'd just spotted was going to be a serious threat. She could tell that Escort felt the same way. "Those two are kind of vulgar, aren't they? Doing those kind of things on the dance floor in front of other people...!" Ship muttered to herself under her breath.
"Which two are you talkin' about? Both teams seem horny as hell to me," Lyn answered honestly. "That said, the red pair's definitely the talk of the floor right now. You got some plan to make Escort end up on top?"
Thinking about Escort on top reminded Ship of her mission. Practically blowing smoke from her nostrils, she devoted all of her bubbly braincells to the task at hand again. She placed her fingers to her ear and got her straw out of her mouth. "Unless I'm very much mistaken, you're not going to beat those two in coordinated dancing. The two move like a well-oiled machine... I don't think that's the reason they're drawing so much attention, though. It's got to be that hot, spicy shock factor! But... I'm not sure what you can do that will outdo that, and won't risk freaking out your new acquaintance.
Ship bit her lip, thinking a bit and sipping on her drink, before suddenly shouting very loudly and detectably. "Use your love as a weapon!"
"Sssh, Goldilocks!" Lyn reminded her. She wanted to quiet her down to protect her mission, but more importantly... if Ship had to say such embarrassing things, did she have to say them so loudly?
"Those two may have coordination and a spicy romance, but what they don't have is a budding flower of romance that may ride on the outcome of this dance! The raw edges of your dancing pair can become your advantage, as you take your partner in exciting, unrehearsed directions! I'm sure that if you can convey the beauty of your emotions, which have been repressed for so long, to the crowd..."
"Eeeh? Weak!" Lyn suddenly barked at Ship, slamming a fist on the bench. "Yer supposed to be a COACH, ain't ya? Don't you have somethin' specific instead of this half-*ssed motivational book sh*t?! Tell her to give Coral a..." Lyn began to blush in spite of herself, losing her bark for a moment. "A... a wet one on the lips, or somethin'!"
Ship gasped, realizing that since she'd had her hand on her earpiece that may have been loud enough for Escort to hear on the communications channel. "N-no, absolutely do not do that on the dance floor before you win the competition! You have to wait until you've won, it's super important that you save it! Oooh, butt out, Lyn!" The Navi had raised her voice loud enough to be easily overheard now.
"Ooh, someone's fired up! What've you got that's better, Princess?" Lyn grinned, happy to get a surprising rise out of her long-time protege.
"Just give me a minute, I'll think of it..." Ship pouted, not really having any idea of where to proceed from here. Sulkily, she took another draw of her soda, draining the glass. "Excuse me sir, can I get another?" Thinking of something, Ship abruptly raised her eyebrows. "Oh, and do you know anything about that red-headed pair that's got the crowd so excited? I'm new here and I'm very curious!" Unfortunately, Ship had already revealed herself to be the wrong kind of "curious," so if the barkeep had wised-up to her scheme he may not be so willing to give her pair an unfair advantage...
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"Sure thing, little lady," the barkeep answered, although he could very easily point out that this was her third free drink so far and normally the customer was supposed to pay. Then again, he could get into trouble just as easily (or perhaps worse) for refusing a little girl a chocolate float and making her cry. "You're watching the dancing?" he asked, pretending to be surprised. "Those two out there are actually police officers! They come here on their time off for dancing, you know." He seemed a little bit awkward, wondering if it was okay to tell the curious little customer everything he knew about the club's frequent, horny-as-hell patron officers. Lyn had not called that wrong.
"They're very close friends," he continued, grinning into the glass he was wiping and looking increasingly less comfortable talking about it. "I mean there's nothing wrong with who they uh... who their friends are... I'm okay with that it's just like.... man, people would be saying things if it was a guy and a girl too... or a guy and a guy... ya gettin me girl?" It was kind of painful to listen to him stumble around with the issue.
Meanwhile, Escort was back on the warpath. "Yes... we need to be as intimate as possible without being dirty," she affirmed. Coral nodded along, tilting her head to try to see why it seemed like her partner wasn't looking at her when she talked. She allowed Coral to turn back around, then discreetly lifted her partners arms up to surround her neck. She allowed her own hands to rest locked around Coral's belly, then the two snaked their bodies on rhythm. Gently, Escort moved her head to Coral's shoulder and pressed her lips over the navi's earpiece, causing her to blush and shudder.
"Wunderbar! I really am melting!" the hostess announced, fanning herself with one hand. She did look like she was sweating a little....
The other two kept up their synchronized dancing, but it looked like they might be losing out on the basis of being less fresh to the club. Furthermore, the one in the red dress was kind of caught up staring at the other couple. "Eyes on the prize! We both need a vacation from the NP, don't we?" Cherry sighed.
"Yes but... what a cute couple..." the taller girl sighed romantically. "Don't they look a bit like a knight and a princess?"
"Always with that stuff! I'm sorry that I'm not vulnerable and needy like you like them," the other girl sighed, crossing her arms and leaving towards the punch bowl.
"W-wait! Cherry!" the NP officer cried, chasing down her partner. It looked like Escort and Coral now had the floor to themselves.
"They're very close friends," he continued, grinning into the glass he was wiping and looking increasingly less comfortable talking about it. "I mean there's nothing wrong with who they uh... who their friends are... I'm okay with that it's just like.... man, people would be saying things if it was a guy and a girl too... or a guy and a guy... ya gettin me girl?" It was kind of painful to listen to him stumble around with the issue.
Meanwhile, Escort was back on the warpath. "Yes... we need to be as intimate as possible without being dirty," she affirmed. Coral nodded along, tilting her head to try to see why it seemed like her partner wasn't looking at her when she talked. She allowed Coral to turn back around, then discreetly lifted her partners arms up to surround her neck. She allowed her own hands to rest locked around Coral's belly, then the two snaked their bodies on rhythm. Gently, Escort moved her head to Coral's shoulder and pressed her lips over the navi's earpiece, causing her to blush and shudder.
"Wunderbar! I really am melting!" the hostess announced, fanning herself with one hand. She did look like she was sweating a little....
The other two kept up their synchronized dancing, but it looked like they might be losing out on the basis of being less fresh to the club. Furthermore, the one in the red dress was kind of caught up staring at the other couple. "Eyes on the prize! We both need a vacation from the NP, don't we?" Cherry sighed.
"Yes but... what a cute couple..." the taller girl sighed romantically. "Don't they look a bit like a knight and a princess?"
"Always with that stuff! I'm sorry that I'm not vulnerable and needy like you like them," the other girl sighed, crossing her arms and leaving towards the punch bowl.
"W-wait! Cherry!" the NP officer cried, chasing down her partner. It looked like Escort and Coral now had the floor to themselves.
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Ship gave a bright smile in response as she wrapped her hands around another cool glass. "Police officers, huh? My, what a surprise!" Ship mostly said this because she felt it was an expected part of the conversation: in reality, she was aware there were supposedly all types of people in NetPolice employ. "Yes, they do appear to be quite.. close friends. I think the other pair must be close, too, though...~" Closing her eyes, she took another long sip of her shake. Much to the barkeep's potential dismay, she seemed to be moving through the third shake even faster than the previous.
"Oi, shake-for-brains. Ain't you got somethin' you ought to be keepin' an eye on?" Lyn interrupted, looking frustrated. "The whole point of this sh*tfest was for you to f*ckin' multitask, remember?"
"Oh, you're right! I might be missing the best part-~"
"Nah, not that. I hate to admit it, but... you may have just about wrapped that up for a win."
Ship wasn't too high on sugar or forbidden romance to realize she was being paid a rare compliment by her operator, and she let out a bit of a giggle before finishing off her shake. "Oh! I do want to see it, but... what's the other important thing I'm forgetting?"
"Well, let's just take this as a lesson in situational awareness," Lyn spoke confidently, happy to finally be back in her element even if she wasn't back in her outfit. "Coral was a bodyguard for the cake chick that runs this dive, right?"
"Right," Ship nodded, not seeing her operator's point.
"Well, Coral ain't even doin' a half-*ssed job of guardin' her own damn body right now. Get where I'm goin' with this?"
"Well, yes, but... why would Coral even need to guard her? As far as I can tell, everyone seems to love this club, and nobody's really even paying attention to the hostess right now." Ship tilted her head to indicate her confusion. She seemed to be squirming in her seat for Lyn to finally get to the point, probably too hyper from the sugar.
"Exactly! Nobody's paying her any attention. If Cakehead was payin' a bodyguard, chances are she had need for one, ya see? So why don't we keep a little bit of an eye on her and make sure nothing fishy is going on while Escort, uh... wraps things up on her end."
Ship frowned, wanting to object and get to see the juicy kiss scene she was sure would be the fruit of her efforts. Really, though, she couldn't afford to keep getting on Lyn's bad side like she had tonight...
... Even worse, checking out the hostess would mean leaving her bar behind. "Goodbye, sweet shakes!" she called dramatically to the bar behind her, raising an arm poignantly into the air while channeling a tragic heroine. "Oh... oh! And goodbye, and thank you, sir!" she said, blushing a bit as she remembered her manners. She gave the barkeep a bow that was a bit too deep. She caught her hat just as it had begun to slip.
The Navi began trying to make her way to whatever vantage point she need to keep a sharp eye on the owner of the club and the supposed malefactors Lyn heard in the woodwork. She briefly raised two fingers to her earpiece as she moved. "Good work! I think you can handle it from here. Congratulations, but it's not over yet! Finish it in splendid fashion... and give her one for me, okay?" Ship couldn't resist a tease at the end and let out a hyper titter as she removed her hand from the device.
"Oi, shake-for-brains. Ain't you got somethin' you ought to be keepin' an eye on?" Lyn interrupted, looking frustrated. "The whole point of this sh*tfest was for you to f*ckin' multitask, remember?"
"Oh, you're right! I might be missing the best part-~"
"Nah, not that. I hate to admit it, but... you may have just about wrapped that up for a win."
Ship wasn't too high on sugar or forbidden romance to realize she was being paid a rare compliment by her operator, and she let out a bit of a giggle before finishing off her shake. "Oh! I do want to see it, but... what's the other important thing I'm forgetting?"
"Well, let's just take this as a lesson in situational awareness," Lyn spoke confidently, happy to finally be back in her element even if she wasn't back in her outfit. "Coral was a bodyguard for the cake chick that runs this dive, right?"
"Right," Ship nodded, not seeing her operator's point.
"Well, Coral ain't even doin' a half-*ssed job of guardin' her own damn body right now. Get where I'm goin' with this?"
"Well, yes, but... why would Coral even need to guard her? As far as I can tell, everyone seems to love this club, and nobody's really even paying attention to the hostess right now." Ship tilted her head to indicate her confusion. She seemed to be squirming in her seat for Lyn to finally get to the point, probably too hyper from the sugar.
"Exactly! Nobody's paying her any attention. If Cakehead was payin' a bodyguard, chances are she had need for one, ya see? So why don't we keep a little bit of an eye on her and make sure nothing fishy is going on while Escort, uh... wraps things up on her end."
Ship frowned, wanting to object and get to see the juicy kiss scene she was sure would be the fruit of her efforts. Really, though, she couldn't afford to keep getting on Lyn's bad side like she had tonight...
... Even worse, checking out the hostess would mean leaving her bar behind. "Goodbye, sweet shakes!" she called dramatically to the bar behind her, raising an arm poignantly into the air while channeling a tragic heroine. "Oh... oh! And goodbye, and thank you, sir!" she said, blushing a bit as she remembered her manners. She gave the barkeep a bow that was a bit too deep. She caught her hat just as it had begun to slip.
The Navi began trying to make her way to whatever vantage point she need to keep a sharp eye on the owner of the club and the supposed malefactors Lyn heard in the woodwork. She briefly raised two fingers to her earpiece as she moved. "Good work! I think you can handle it from here. Congratulations, but it's not over yet! Finish it in splendid fashion... and give her one for me, okay?" Ship couldn't resist a tease at the end and let out a hyper titter as she removed her hand from the device.
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"No problem, little lady! I hope you're not going out there to dance till after the contest is over, though," the bartender replied, finishing in another awkward mutter, more to the glass he was cleaning than to Ship. This had been a pretty weird day for him...
Even from the high vantage point of the balcony seats (which seemed useful for large parties, mostly), no threat presented itself. The most dangerous factor for the party host appeared to be the possibility of being mistaken for a cake-stand. Garnish was sort of discreetly moving through the crowd, subtly nudging people into just the right spots so that the cameras could get the perfect shot of the kiss...
Speaking of which, with the couple now in possession of the dance floor, the DJ selected a slower song to allow them a romantic, dim-lit finale. Ship had missed about half of it. Both girls were now giving each other that close-up-yet-gazing-far-away look that meant the kiss was coming...
Just then, Ship spotted the oddest thing: a girl with rusty red hair and a brown cowboy ensemble was trying to squeeze through the crowd, holding a pistol high in the air above their heads. Her face was hidden, as her back was oriented towards Ship.
Apparently not seeing this, the hostess arrived up top, standing nearby Ship and grabbing hold of a velvet rope that had been hidden behind a nearby curtain. "Ho ho! You have a front row seat to today's chocolate shower, young lady!" she chuckled. Unless Ship was altogether sick of chocolate by this point, the aroma coming off the lady's frosting would be pretty tantalizing. "See up there, that brown basin on the ceiling? The bottom will slice out and pour over them when they're right aboooout... there!"
The spot she was pointing at looked like an interception marker, drawn just between where the crazy pistol packer and the two lovebirds were moving, taking into account their relative speeds.
Even from the high vantage point of the balcony seats (which seemed useful for large parties, mostly), no threat presented itself. The most dangerous factor for the party host appeared to be the possibility of being mistaken for a cake-stand. Garnish was sort of discreetly moving through the crowd, subtly nudging people into just the right spots so that the cameras could get the perfect shot of the kiss...
Speaking of which, with the couple now in possession of the dance floor, the DJ selected a slower song to allow them a romantic, dim-lit finale. Ship had missed about half of it. Both girls were now giving each other that close-up-yet-gazing-far-away look that meant the kiss was coming...
Just then, Ship spotted the oddest thing: a girl with rusty red hair and a brown cowboy ensemble was trying to squeeze through the crowd, holding a pistol high in the air above their heads. Her face was hidden, as her back was oriented towards Ship.
Apparently not seeing this, the hostess arrived up top, standing nearby Ship and grabbing hold of a velvet rope that had been hidden behind a nearby curtain. "Ho ho! You have a front row seat to today's chocolate shower, young lady!" she chuckled. Unless Ship was altogether sick of chocolate by this point, the aroma coming off the lady's frosting would be pretty tantalizing. "See up there, that brown basin on the ceiling? The bottom will slice out and pour over them when they're right aboooout... there!"
The spot she was pointing at looked like an interception marker, drawn just between where the crazy pistol packer and the two lovebirds were moving, taking into account their relative speeds.
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Ship quickly lost interest as no one seemed interested in cutting the cake. Ship frowned and gave it a minute more before giving up and turning her attention back to her show of choice. "Oooh, I missed so much! I can't believe you almost made me miss the best part, Lyn," she scolded distractedly.
Lyn watched the dance floor from her Navi's good vantage point, happy that she at least had something other to watch than a close-up on Escort's activities. As she continued to observe, however, something that concerned her much more than the romantic escapades of a Neo-Shogun general caught her sharp eye. "Oi, Ship. You watching this?"
"Yes! How much longer do you think they'll take...?" Ship gushed, holding her cheeks in her hand and leaning against a rail. She would be kicking her legs behind her if she had any way to get her knees into ambiguous land-water while doing so.
"No, dumb*ss, not them. There's nothing that, I dunno, raises any warning flags for you on the dance floor?"
"No, I'm pretty sure they have the dance in the bag. I know you might not have much taste in dancing, Lyn, but-"
"C'mon! Nothin' on the floor fires any warning shots for you?!" Lyn growled, beating a fist on her bench.
Ship couldn't help but catch her operator's pointed references this time, and it didn't take her long to pick up on Lyn's cause of concern. "Oh no! She's headed straight for Escort and Coral..."
"My guess is she wanted to get close because she couldn't fire into the crowd, even from high ground. She needed to do it point blank," Lyn muttered, rubbing her chin. "So, what you have in mind?"
Ship bit her lip, unwilling to let the culmination of the night's events be so spectacularly dashed... was there anything she could do? "If only I'd been paying more attention, I could have picked this up faster. Now I don't have enough time to reach her...!"
The Navi tried to think on her feet. She had to convey something to Escort... but just then, the hostess showed up. Ship smiled and nodded along with the cake-dressed lady, realizing that she may have just lost her chance for any discretion in her actions.
Putting two-and-two together, she realized that rope must control the chocolate fall. She thought she had to do something dramatic, so while the hostess was focusing on the moment...
"Escort, I have a good idea to do something really romantic, okay? You can thank me later," she whispered, two fingers to her ears. "Do me this favor: the crowd may be trying to move you to the surprise chocolate fall in the middle of the stage. Before you get there, you can make a big show of stopping Coral right before the two of you reach it. It'll be romantic, like you were protecting her, okay? That will be your moment, kiss then! I've got something important to tell you after that."
Ship didn't give Escort a chance to respond. Instead, she removed her fingers from her ears and turned to the hostess with her biggest, pleadingest, "I'm a little kid so give me shakes for free or I'll cry and ruin your club"est begging eyes. "Ooh! That's the rope that controls the chocolate falls I heard about, isn't it? I know the big lady in the black dress and the lady in the pretty pink dress are the winners, right? Can I pull the rope and make the chocolate fall, pleeeeeeease?"
Ship batted her girly eyelashes and put one hand on the rope. Really, regardless of what Garnish said, Ship was only waiting a second for confirmation. Once that second passed, whether she had it or not, she intended to turn her head, watch the floor, and pull the rope just in time to dump the chocolate. She could just hope that the hostess would get the timing wrong, but she might turn out to be sharp, and Ship couldn't have this going wrong. She wasn't aware of how fast the chocolate would rush out, but she was hoping to either create a distraction for the gunwoman or catch her in the chocolate when she had to take the extra steps to reach her quarries. She planned to pull it early if she saw the woman aiming. The distraction would hopefully give her enough time to then move to the balcony and aim for Escort's attacker, or to warn her client herself.
"I guess I ended up playing bodyguard after all...?" she had time to think, before action took over and all she could rely on was her sugar rush and girl-love-fueled adrenaline.
Lyn crossed her arms, interested to see how things played out. She thought she had Ship's plan figured out, and was reasonably impressed, although she saw a margin of failure her Navi didn't. If Garnish kept Ship from pulling the rope at all, the whole process could be delayed and Ship might inadvertently cause an otherwise perfect distraction chocolatefall to be too little too late. In the end, the final score would all come down to results.
The operator held that thought for a moment before letting her pipe fall slack in her jaw. "Wait a sec, freakin' everyone on the Net has guns, and no bouncer threw that cowgirl out... is Ship about to f*ck up big time?"
Lyn watched the dance floor from her Navi's good vantage point, happy that she at least had something other to watch than a close-up on Escort's activities. As she continued to observe, however, something that concerned her much more than the romantic escapades of a Neo-Shogun general caught her sharp eye. "Oi, Ship. You watching this?"
"Yes! How much longer do you think they'll take...?" Ship gushed, holding her cheeks in her hand and leaning against a rail. She would be kicking her legs behind her if she had any way to get her knees into ambiguous land-water while doing so.
"No, dumb*ss, not them. There's nothing that, I dunno, raises any warning flags for you on the dance floor?"
"No, I'm pretty sure they have the dance in the bag. I know you might not have much taste in dancing, Lyn, but-"
"C'mon! Nothin' on the floor fires any warning shots for you?!" Lyn growled, beating a fist on her bench.
Ship couldn't help but catch her operator's pointed references this time, and it didn't take her long to pick up on Lyn's cause of concern. "Oh no! She's headed straight for Escort and Coral..."
"My guess is she wanted to get close because she couldn't fire into the crowd, even from high ground. She needed to do it point blank," Lyn muttered, rubbing her chin. "So, what you have in mind?"
Ship bit her lip, unwilling to let the culmination of the night's events be so spectacularly dashed... was there anything she could do? "If only I'd been paying more attention, I could have picked this up faster. Now I don't have enough time to reach her...!"
The Navi tried to think on her feet. She had to convey something to Escort... but just then, the hostess showed up. Ship smiled and nodded along with the cake-dressed lady, realizing that she may have just lost her chance for any discretion in her actions.
Putting two-and-two together, she realized that rope must control the chocolate fall. She thought she had to do something dramatic, so while the hostess was focusing on the moment...
"Escort, I have a good idea to do something really romantic, okay? You can thank me later," she whispered, two fingers to her ears. "Do me this favor: the crowd may be trying to move you to the surprise chocolate fall in the middle of the stage. Before you get there, you can make a big show of stopping Coral right before the two of you reach it. It'll be romantic, like you were protecting her, okay? That will be your moment, kiss then! I've got something important to tell you after that."
Ship didn't give Escort a chance to respond. Instead, she removed her fingers from her ears and turned to the hostess with her biggest, pleadingest, "I'm a little kid so give me shakes for free or I'll cry and ruin your club"est begging eyes. "Ooh! That's the rope that controls the chocolate falls I heard about, isn't it? I know the big lady in the black dress and the lady in the pretty pink dress are the winners, right? Can I pull the rope and make the chocolate fall, pleeeeeeease?"
Ship batted her girly eyelashes and put one hand on the rope. Really, regardless of what Garnish said, Ship was only waiting a second for confirmation. Once that second passed, whether she had it or not, she intended to turn her head, watch the floor, and pull the rope just in time to dump the chocolate. She could just hope that the hostess would get the timing wrong, but she might turn out to be sharp, and Ship couldn't have this going wrong. She wasn't aware of how fast the chocolate would rush out, but she was hoping to either create a distraction for the gunwoman or catch her in the chocolate when she had to take the extra steps to reach her quarries. She planned to pull it early if she saw the woman aiming. The distraction would hopefully give her enough time to then move to the balcony and aim for Escort's attacker, or to warn her client herself.
"I guess I ended up playing bodyguard after all...?" she had time to think, before action took over and all she could rely on was her sugar rush and girl-love-fueled adrenaline.
Lyn crossed her arms, interested to see how things played out. She thought she had Ship's plan figured out, and was reasonably impressed, although she saw a margin of failure her Navi didn't. If Garnish kept Ship from pulling the rope at all, the whole process could be delayed and Ship might inadvertently cause an otherwise perfect distraction chocolatefall to be too little too late. In the end, the final score would all come down to results.
The operator held that thought for a moment before letting her pipe fall slack in her jaw. "Wait a sec, freakin' everyone on the Net has guns, and no bouncer threw that cowgirl out... is Ship about to f*ck up big time?"
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It was impossible to tell Escort's reaction from so far away, of course, so Ship would just have to count on her understanding. Even now, the crowd subtly parted on one side while crowding in the other with the intention of driving the two toward the chocolate shower. Confused, Garnish raised both eyebrows and handed over the rope, as if powerless to do anything else. "Sure, why not," she laughed, then leaned on the rail to watch.
At that time, she became aware of the presumed assailant approaching. "What the deuce-?" Garnish questioned, looking around for where she had put down her microphone/strawberry sceptre.
Escort didn't get too far before she grabbed Coral tighter and pressed their lips together, a gesture that caused the crowd to "wooooooo!" She was probably a little over-eager for it and only made of part way to the desired station. As people started clapping, Escort kept her hands gently upon her partner's chin and Coral placed hers more bawdily in a squeeze on Escort's buttocks, the approacher stopped and tried to shout something, thankfully lining her up just right for the chocolate shower.
In an instant, the basin slid open and dumped a river of goopy chocolate onto the cowgirl,who shouted indignant phrases like "TARNATIONS!" as she was drenched. Some confused party goers near the back cheered, then awkwardly realized that Escort and Coral hadn't been targeted at all and stopped abruptly. The exclamation seemed to mean something to Escort, who cut her kiss short and turned her head to face the pistol-packer.
"Who are you?" she demanded in a dramatic, silence-piercing voice.
"Rodeo, I'm Rodeo!" the navi answered, dropping her guns suddenly as she realized the cause of alarm. People panicked for a moment as the things hit the ground, worried they were going to fire into the crowd. "I heard the Neo-Shogun gal, Escort, was here, but I don't see her nowhere! I need to speak at her!"
Escort sighed, releasing herself from Coral momentarily. The other girl started, realizing she was still indulging in a handful of Escort's unbelievable ass, and places both hands in the air. "Yes, I'm Escort. What do you need?"
"I wanna join you gals!"
"Then you must take a mission or seek a referral. Please try the GNA."
"I did! I couldn't do the mishin! Can't you refer me in?'
"I can't presently, no. I don't know you..."
"Oh, gawsh darnit! Huh... I guess I had better look fer another mission."
"Yes, please."
"Okay," Rodeo finished with a dejected mumble, kicking one foot sadly and then walking out.
"....W-Well! Congratulations to our winners! What a lovely pair they make. And won't they look lovely, laying together at poolside during their resort vacation!?" Garnish shouted through her microphone. "I'm melting just thinking about it!"
Everyone clapped and roared as Escort and Coral accepted their congratulations. Unfortunately, at this point, the flow of the event superseded Ship and Escort's communication. The two were led by the crowd towards the outside, where ironically a limo awaited them, one that was not Escort's. Garnish was already scurrying to join them as fast as her unusual skirt would allow.
As the two entered the limo, Ship heard embarrassing smacking noises starting up again along with little inexperienced gasps. Escort might not remember that her mic was still on or that she needed to pay Ship... Of course, the GNA would secure payment, if nothing else.
At that time, she became aware of the presumed assailant approaching. "What the deuce-?" Garnish questioned, looking around for where she had put down her microphone/strawberry sceptre.
Escort didn't get too far before she grabbed Coral tighter and pressed their lips together, a gesture that caused the crowd to "wooooooo!" She was probably a little over-eager for it and only made of part way to the desired station. As people started clapping, Escort kept her hands gently upon her partner's chin and Coral placed hers more bawdily in a squeeze on Escort's buttocks, the approacher stopped and tried to shout something, thankfully lining her up just right for the chocolate shower.
In an instant, the basin slid open and dumped a river of goopy chocolate onto the cowgirl,who shouted indignant phrases like "TARNATIONS!" as she was drenched. Some confused party goers near the back cheered, then awkwardly realized that Escort and Coral hadn't been targeted at all and stopped abruptly. The exclamation seemed to mean something to Escort, who cut her kiss short and turned her head to face the pistol-packer.
"Who are you?" she demanded in a dramatic, silence-piercing voice.
"Rodeo, I'm Rodeo!" the navi answered, dropping her guns suddenly as she realized the cause of alarm. People panicked for a moment as the things hit the ground, worried they were going to fire into the crowd. "I heard the Neo-Shogun gal, Escort, was here, but I don't see her nowhere! I need to speak at her!"
Escort sighed, releasing herself from Coral momentarily. The other girl started, realizing she was still indulging in a handful of Escort's unbelievable ass, and places both hands in the air. "Yes, I'm Escort. What do you need?"
"I wanna join you gals!"
"Then you must take a mission or seek a referral. Please try the GNA."
"I did! I couldn't do the mishin! Can't you refer me in?'
"I can't presently, no. I don't know you..."
"Oh, gawsh darnit! Huh... I guess I had better look fer another mission."
"Yes, please."
"Okay," Rodeo finished with a dejected mumble, kicking one foot sadly and then walking out.
"....W-Well! Congratulations to our winners! What a lovely pair they make. And won't they look lovely, laying together at poolside during their resort vacation!?" Garnish shouted through her microphone. "I'm melting just thinking about it!"
Everyone clapped and roared as Escort and Coral accepted their congratulations. Unfortunately, at this point, the flow of the event superseded Ship and Escort's communication. The two were led by the crowd towards the outside, where ironically a limo awaited them, one that was not Escort's. Garnish was already scurrying to join them as fast as her unusual skirt would allow.
As the two entered the limo, Ship heard embarrassing smacking noises starting up again along with little inexperienced gasps. Escort might not remember that her mic was still on or that she needed to pay Ship... Of course, the GNA would secure payment, if nothing else.
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Ship's plans appeared to be moving forward without a hitch, and the only thing she had to compete with in the completion of her plan was the temptation of watching Escort's make-out. She managed to keep her focus for long enough to give the would-be assailant a chocolate bath. Unfortunately for her, the successful implementation of her strategy also caused a momentary pause in the escalation of Escort's romantic moment... "Well, sort of," Ship thought, watching Coral's hands.
The Navi watched the scene unfold from her spot on the balcony, preparing to aim a weapon if things took a turn for the nasty, but the tension of that moment quickly felt flat. In spite of the fact that she'd drenched the innocent Rodeo in chocolate, Ship felt like she deserved an apology for Rodeo's behavior and poor sense of timing.
Although she wanted to go talk to Escort or congratulate her, Ship realized the she probably wasn't going to cut through the mass of onlookers like Garnish was without her VIP status. She watched Escort and Coral herded out and then reclined back in the balcony chair. "Well, Lyn, I'd say that was a resounding success! I just wish I had something left to burn all this energy on..."
"Is it really that clean-cut?" Lyn responded. "Think about it for a sec. This mission was supposed to be secret, right? How would the Lone Ranger down there even know Escort was supposed to be here?"
Unfortunately for Lyn, Ship was already disillusioned with her operator's insight for today from her earlier bad call. "Does it matter? I mean... does anyone really care?" she spoke, hesitating for a moment because she realized how blunt it sounded.
"Whaddya mean does anyone care? You're on a mission, aintcha?!" Lyn barked in response, frustrated at the easy dismissal.
"Well, Escort seemed to deal with it herself, and she didn't seem concerned..." Ship responded distractedly, rising to her feet and beginning to head down the stairs.
"She probably just wasn't thinking because that other chick had her hands all over her *ss!" Lyn defended, feeling unreasonably determined to have her say... probably because she ultimately hadn't contributed much to the mission's success at all.
"Don't you think it's possible someone just happened to see or overhear us at the Neoshogun camp? I think those girls are popular, and I bet they even have followers. Somebody probably just knew where we were going and let Rodeo know when she showed up at the camp." Ship shrugged her shoulders and, standing at the bottom of the staircase, seemed to be debating whether to try and cut through the crowd at the gate of the club or head back to the bar and grab another shake for the road.
Lyn couldn't dispute that point, and couldn't really think of any elements of the mission Ship had missed... It seemed like Escort had gotten what she wanted, so really, it was a shut book. Except... "Hold up, Princess! How the hell is Musclegirl gonna give us our pay when she's riding off *ss-grabbin' that Coral chick?"
Ship seemed distracted by something she was overhearing on the radio, making another funny smile and looking warm. "Aah, Lyn, isn't love beautiful? I hope it works out for those two. Romances that form this quick aren't always built to last, but... but they ought to at least enjoy the first night together, kyaaa~!" Ship squealed helplessly and wiggled on her feet.
"Ugh, whatever. F*ckin' hell, let's just jack you out so I can be done with this sh*t and go home," Lyn groaned, finally at her wit's end.
Ship collected herself and touched two fingers to her headgear. "Escort, I'll leave your communicator gear with the .GNA. You can get around to leaving the payment for me whenever you get a chance, I know you're busy. Teehee~!" She paused for a moment and frowned, letting out a sigh. "Oh, and also, Lyn demands with language I shall not repeat that you leave whatever page you wrote on her for us in the payment, or else she will have me 'bash your skull in' next time we meet. B-but don't let that bother you! Goodbye, and good luck!"
"Sh*t, what does she need porn of me for now, anyhow? Now that her 'itch is scratched,' so to speak, she oughta just burn the damn book," Lyn grumbled, still feeling disgruntled.
The Navi watched the scene unfold from her spot on the balcony, preparing to aim a weapon if things took a turn for the nasty, but the tension of that moment quickly felt flat. In spite of the fact that she'd drenched the innocent Rodeo in chocolate, Ship felt like she deserved an apology for Rodeo's behavior and poor sense of timing.
Although she wanted to go talk to Escort or congratulate her, Ship realized the she probably wasn't going to cut through the mass of onlookers like Garnish was without her VIP status. She watched Escort and Coral herded out and then reclined back in the balcony chair. "Well, Lyn, I'd say that was a resounding success! I just wish I had something left to burn all this energy on..."
"Is it really that clean-cut?" Lyn responded. "Think about it for a sec. This mission was supposed to be secret, right? How would the Lone Ranger down there even know Escort was supposed to be here?"
Unfortunately for Lyn, Ship was already disillusioned with her operator's insight for today from her earlier bad call. "Does it matter? I mean... does anyone really care?" she spoke, hesitating for a moment because she realized how blunt it sounded.
"Whaddya mean does anyone care? You're on a mission, aintcha?!" Lyn barked in response, frustrated at the easy dismissal.
"Well, Escort seemed to deal with it herself, and she didn't seem concerned..." Ship responded distractedly, rising to her feet and beginning to head down the stairs.
"She probably just wasn't thinking because that other chick had her hands all over her *ss!" Lyn defended, feeling unreasonably determined to have her say... probably because she ultimately hadn't contributed much to the mission's success at all.
"Don't you think it's possible someone just happened to see or overhear us at the Neoshogun camp? I think those girls are popular, and I bet they even have followers. Somebody probably just knew where we were going and let Rodeo know when she showed up at the camp." Ship shrugged her shoulders and, standing at the bottom of the staircase, seemed to be debating whether to try and cut through the crowd at the gate of the club or head back to the bar and grab another shake for the road.
Lyn couldn't dispute that point, and couldn't really think of any elements of the mission Ship had missed... It seemed like Escort had gotten what she wanted, so really, it was a shut book. Except... "Hold up, Princess! How the hell is Musclegirl gonna give us our pay when she's riding off *ss-grabbin' that Coral chick?"
Ship seemed distracted by something she was overhearing on the radio, making another funny smile and looking warm. "Aah, Lyn, isn't love beautiful? I hope it works out for those two. Romances that form this quick aren't always built to last, but... but they ought to at least enjoy the first night together, kyaaa~!" Ship squealed helplessly and wiggled on her feet.
"Ugh, whatever. F*ckin' hell, let's just jack you out so I can be done with this sh*t and go home," Lyn groaned, finally at her wit's end.
Ship collected herself and touched two fingers to her headgear. "Escort, I'll leave your communicator gear with the .GNA. You can get around to leaving the payment for me whenever you get a chance, I know you're busy. Teehee~!" She paused for a moment and frowned, letting out a sigh. "Oh, and also, Lyn demands with language I shall not repeat that you leave whatever page you wrote on her for us in the payment, or else she will have me 'bash your skull in' next time we meet. B-but don't let that bother you! Goodbye, and good luck!"
"Sh*t, what does she need porn of me for now, anyhow? Now that her 'itch is scratched,' so to speak, she oughta just burn the damn book," Lyn grumbled, still feeling disgruntled.
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Escort gasped, as if she had been caught doing something naughty (which perhaps she had been, to some extent). "Yes, of course," she answered simply. When Coral asked what she'd said, she answered "catching my breath" and then got back to... whatever she was doing. Easy cheesy.
Of course, there were certainly doubts as to whether that answer included confirmation of burning the page chronicling whatever exploratory thoughts she was having about Lyn. Ship could only presume she would see when she reported to the GNA.
With the contest out of the way, the party was toned down to average donk, so to speak. A beat that was a bit less dancy and a bit more "sit at the bar and order some food" was playing.... assuming this place had something other than chocolate to order. It would be easy enough for Ship to walk out now, or she could simply jack out.
Of course, there were certainly doubts as to whether that answer included confirmation of burning the page chronicling whatever exploratory thoughts she was having about Lyn. Ship could only presume she would see when she reported to the GNA.
With the contest out of the way, the party was toned down to average donk, so to speak. A beat that was a bit less dancy and a bit more "sit at the bar and order some food" was playing.... assuming this place had something other than chocolate to order. It would be easy enough for Ship to walk out now, or she could simply jack out.
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Ship smiled and removed her fingers from her earpiece, not bothering to speak up in confirmation and interrupt Escort's fun again. She let out a small sigh, her smile falling as she seemed to be considering something. "I'm happy for Escort, but... it's not much fun being the fifth wheel, you know?"
"Nope," Lyn replied curtly but honestly. "We done here?"
"I mean, it's unlikely Escort will ever tell Coral about my part in this unless they're eventually... established," the Navi muttered, playing with her curls with a finger. "It's a little sad, you know?"
"Nah," Lyn spoke again, fiddling with her pipe and then remembering she couldn't light it in a dressing room stall. She seemed to be thinking about something else to say, but shrugged it off when nothing came. "We done here?"
Ship looked pensive for a moment and spoke up again, blushing and looking at the floor. "Lyn, um... have you ever considered the possibility of... well, that is, a .GMO that might enhance, um, certain...?" The Navi trailed off, tracing some hourglass curves in the air with her hands to describe what she was failing to adequately convey through speech.
"What? No, f*ck no!" the operator replied immediately. "No way, not happenin'."
"No, j-just hear me out! I feel I'm a bit more mature than the body shape that was my original design..."
"Ain't happenin'," Lyn growled tersely. "Give it up."
"Please, Lyn, you wouldn't have to even design it yourself! If we just obtain a graphic model override, I can come up with it myself," the Navi begged.
"If you design one yourself, I'm gonna delete the f*ckin' data, you got that?" Lyn responded with serious eyes, closing the book once and for all on Ship's fantasy.
The Navi pouted and crossed her arms, but brightened instantly when her sugar-addled mind came to another conclusion. "I was wondering why you were so adamant about this, but I get it now... that means you must like girls like this, right?~"
The operator disgustedly jacked her Navi out immediately, not bothering to entertain that with an answer. She looked down at the slightly baggy blouse of the outfit she was failing to fill out and clenched her teeth around her pipe. "Fair's fair, all right...?" she muttered under her breath, rising to her feet and beginning to undo the knots to change back into her more comfortable attire.
((Jack Out))
"Nope," Lyn replied curtly but honestly. "We done here?"
"I mean, it's unlikely Escort will ever tell Coral about my part in this unless they're eventually... established," the Navi muttered, playing with her curls with a finger. "It's a little sad, you know?"
"Nah," Lyn spoke again, fiddling with her pipe and then remembering she couldn't light it in a dressing room stall. She seemed to be thinking about something else to say, but shrugged it off when nothing came. "We done here?"
Ship looked pensive for a moment and spoke up again, blushing and looking at the floor. "Lyn, um... have you ever considered the possibility of... well, that is, a .GMO that might enhance, um, certain...?" The Navi trailed off, tracing some hourglass curves in the air with her hands to describe what she was failing to adequately convey through speech.
"What? No, f*ck no!" the operator replied immediately. "No way, not happenin'."
"No, j-just hear me out! I feel I'm a bit more mature than the body shape that was my original design..."
"Ain't happenin'," Lyn growled tersely. "Give it up."
"Please, Lyn, you wouldn't have to even design it yourself! If we just obtain a graphic model override, I can come up with it myself," the Navi begged.
"If you design one yourself, I'm gonna delete the f*ckin' data, you got that?" Lyn responded with serious eyes, closing the book once and for all on Ship's fantasy.
The Navi pouted and crossed her arms, but brightened instantly when her sugar-addled mind came to another conclusion. "I was wondering why you were so adamant about this, but I get it now... that means you must like girls like this, right?~"
The operator disgustedly jacked her Navi out immediately, not bothering to entertain that with an answer. She looked down at the slightly baggy blouse of the outfit she was failing to fill out and clenched her teeth around her pipe. "Fair's fair, all right...?" she muttered under her breath, rising to her feet and beginning to undo the knots to change back into her more comfortable attire.
((Jack Out))