[TM RDX RP] It's cold gin time again...
It was pretty obvious from her messages that Aedeline was not only a chatty drunk, but a sleepless one. Jim was also hardcore into her, which pretty much made her family at this point, so Mike paused while dressing just long enough to catch her messages in between pulling on a shirt and shoving on his boots, trying very hard not to laugh. She was fairly amusing, he'd give her that...
After her fourth email, he forcibly stopped himself from reading, tried *very* hard to stop laughing, and finally left his quarters to head for her own. He was there in a couple of minutes, and waved his hand over the door controls to allow himself admittance.
Sure enough, he found her with her computer on the floor, giggling her full head off as she focused particularly hard on typing.
"I stopped getting your messages after the sixth one...and you smell like a brewery." Mike declared, trying very hard not to laugh at her expression.
After her fourth email, he forcibly stopped himself from reading, tried *very* hard to stop laughing, and finally left his quarters to head for her own. He was there in a couple of minutes, and waved his hand over the door controls to allow himself admittance.
Sure enough, he found her with her computer on the floor, giggling her full head off as she focused particularly hard on typing.
"I stopped getting your messages after the sixth one...and you smell like a brewery." Mike declared, trying very hard not to laugh at her expression.