[Alice is determined to find her Hatter, so much so, in fact, that she's gone ahead and gotten to work on that tea party she had invited you all to not so long ago! She's gone to a lot of effort, you see, and - along with the help of a certain cabin boy named Siran (who, unbeknownst to Alice, has slipped in a few little savory tricks, uh oh) -
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She'd looked over the scones with frosting, but found the pastel coloring off-putting. So, lemon cookies it was! Riley bit in and found them to be delicious. Cooked through, so as to not be like eating raw cookie dough, but still moist enough she wasn't scrambling for something to wash it down with. Lemony and fresh, without being overpowering.
Perfect.
She didn't even notice the tall white rabbit ears that had sprouted on top of her head, or the matching fluffy, white tail that had popped out over the top of her low-riding jeans.]
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He rushes to block her path, which might be somewhat rude, but he's grinning curiously and now his eyes are fixed on her ears.]
'Scuse me fer bein' rude, darlin', but're these real?
[Now he can't help but reach out and touch one adorable ear, feeling it gently with his fingers.]
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When he asks if they're real, her smile freezes on her face. Is he asking if her boobs are real? Seriously?]
What are you...
[Then he reaches out and touches something--oh! She can feel his fingers on...what was that? Those hadn't been there before?
Riley looks all around, trying to look up at the ears, and finally has to settle for touching them herself. She stares at Sal in surprise.]
Are there bunny ears on my head?
[Welcome to Riley's first experience with body-altering foods from the Captain.]
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Ah, y'mean y'din' know? Must be a food thing...
[And he glances at the snacks, making a mental note of not to touch any of them. Sal would rather not be a bunny himself. Cute on girls, on him... well, you know, it might be cute. But he's still not going there.]
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I've never had the food here do this before. Why should it now?
[She looks at her lemon cookie speculatively, then shrugs and takes another bite.]
Oh well. No big problem for me. Can't hear out of them......hey what color are they anyway?
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White. S'pretty cute. Y'gotta a nice fluffy tail back there, too.
[That one he won't risk feeling.]
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No, she isn't posing and giving you a fantastic view of her ass. Really.
After a moment's examination, Riley looked back in, still grinning wide.]
Playboy bunnies, eat your hearts out.
[She winked.]
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Well, I gotta say, ain't never seen a Playboy bunny quite so dedicated. Er cute, fer that matter.
Name's Sal, by the way. [Names? Who needs names?]
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It was so hard to find good looking men who were taller than her.]
Well thanks, Sal. You're not so bad lookin' yourself.
[Riley held out her hand to shake, turning to face him again.]
Riley Knight. You can just call me Riley of course.
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Righ', 'cause usually I call girls by first an' last.
Y'pretty fresh on board? I think I'd'a remembered seein' a face like yers 'round.
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Hey, you can't blame me for clarifying the name thing. I've already been called "miss" by a couple people on board.
[She chuckled as well.]
But yeah, I'm new. Been here just over a month now. You?
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Ah... a long time. Prolly comin' up on a year, actually. [He frowns a little. It's been a lot longer than he thought.
But the frown is gone quickly, smile replacing it as before.]
Well, th'boat always needs more pretty girls, y'know. How y'likin' it 'round here, darlin'?
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[Her eyes widen a bit, and the ears twitch, reinforcing her surprise.]
Well, happy to help fill in your pretty-girl population. Can't say it's much of a hardship considering all things. Everything you could want is free, endless time on my hands, and all sorts of things and people to occupy that time with.
[Have another grin, Sal. She's rather charmed by all his compliments and endearments.]
Plus, as far as I can tell, most people on board seem to be single so...that's not so bad either.
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Nah, s'not bad at all, is it? [Which is to say, Sal is very single.]
S'a pretty sweet place, y'keep yerself outta trouble. Well... the bad kinda trouble, that is. S'even funner 'round here, y'keep gettin' into th'good kind.
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[It's always so much fun to find someone that speaks the same language of flirt that she does.]
Is there a lot of the good kind of trouble to get into around here?
[Around here meaning this five by five space they're standing in. She already knows what sort of good trouble she can get into on the ship in general.]
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