Hobbie - Shel | Wes - Alison
Hobbie Klivian: ---
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie lay passed out, asleep, on the
couch in his and wes's quarters -- half a bottle of Devaronian Tequila'll
do that to a man. - He'd awoken briefly to give a young couple advice of
where to go - but now he was dead to the world.
Wes Janson: Wes walked home, humming a Taanabian
victory song as he palmed the door open. He walked straight back to his
room in the dark, tossing his jacket onto the couch.
Hobbie Klivian: "Mmmph"
Wes Janson: Wes stops and pulls out his vibroblade.
"Who's there?"
Hobbie Klivian: The jacket went flying back in Wes'
direction, of course missing him by a metre. "Dang it, Wes - wash where
you throw that thing," Hobbie spoke with an half awake and drunk slurr.
Wes Janson: Wes blinked. "You're drunk?"
Hobbie Klivian: "No?.... yesss...." he groaned from
where he lay on the couch.
Wes Janson: Wes clapped on the lights, a fun invention
they got from adumar, and sat on the couch next to Hobbie. "What did you
do to get you so sloshed?
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie threw an arm over his eyes from
the offending light and mumbled, "I kissed your sssister back, set Feni
up wi' you, and had conversssashhhun with Myn....."
Wes Janson: Wes blinks. "What?"
Hobbie Klivian: "Yeah."
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie groaned.
Wes Janson: Wes gritted his teeth but said nothing.
"What did you talk about?"
Hobbie Klivian: "Her...."
Wes Janson: "Which her?"
Hobbie Klivian: He waved a hand, "Amanda.... you, fffFeni....
and ssstuff..."
Hobbie Klivian: "mostly Amanda.... think.... I dunno,
I swallowed the worm....."
Wes Janson: Wes shook his head. "You need to
get over her, number one. Number two, why the hell did you swallow the
worm?"
Hobbie Klivian: "I don' 'member?"he peeked out from
under his arm...... he's so bad at lying.
Wes Janson: "Come on, let me get you to bed..."
he stood and offered a hand to Hobbie.
Hobbie Klivian: "Jus' shoot me... you're going to
anyway."
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie groaned and put his arm back
over his eyes.
Wes Janson: "Why would I shoot you. it wasn't
like she was in her underwear or something..." Wes muttered. "I kiss my
sister's cheeks all the time."
Hobbie Klivian: Hobbie groaned the groan of one who
knows he is doomed, and flailed a hand to the side-tablewhere his blaster
lay.
Wes Janson: Wes raised an eyebrow. "What are
you doing?"
Hobbie Klivian: "'m taking my life into my own hands....
at least then I won't haff to die slow and painful like..." his hand kept
searching blindly for the blaster as his other arm stayed over his eyes.
Wes Janson: Wes sighed and bent over, putting
Hobbie over his shoudlers so that he didn't try anything stupid. "Time
for bed Hobbie."
Hobbie Klivian: "Pu'mme down," he said in his best
commander voice, the effect lessened by his position and drunkeness.
Wes Janson: "Sure," Wes replied and tosses Hobbie
down on his own bed. He then went to work taking off HObbie's boots.
Hobbie Klivian: "You no gonna smother me wiff my own
pillow and say it was drunk assident?"
Wes Janson: "No..." Wes stated, tossing the boots
to the side of the room. "You want something to sleep in or are you fine?"
Hobbie Klivian: A soft snore greeted his question.
Wes Janson: Wes grinned. He quietly left the
room, then went to his own. Oh, he wouldn't punish Hobbie yet. he would
wait... and make him suffer
Hobbie Klivian: ---------------
