Ride 'em Cowgirl
The first part of the mission, meet up with our contact and find out where we're going, went pretty well. I also got to add another blue notch to my bedpost. What was funny was that the conquest was our contact, and I had met him before. Never expected to have a roll with Sharad when I first met him, but I suppose I am pretty easy when I'm expected to behave well in a bar. He was a pretty good fuck though.
Before I get into those juicy details, I do need to bitch about one thing. When I'm told to go under cover, to blend in, and I'm given two bone heads that think dressing in civillian clothes is enough to blend in on an unsavory station, it makes me wonder what sort of morons the fleet certifies for these sorts of missions. The bastard could have blended in, if it weren't for his well kept #6 haircut, as I know he'll drink good shit if it is handed to him. Kitty on the other hand? For fuck's sake, she dressed like a soccer mom, to steal an antiquated Earth phrase. Shit. Turtleneck and jeans? And then she wanted to drink Russian piss water, instead of trusting me to get her something that would allow her to better pass for someone who actually belonged in the bar we ended up in. I will bitch about this in my report, there is no fucking excuse for that incompetence.
So, back to Sharad. He approached me while I was at the bar acquiring booze, and the easiest way to get me going in a bar is leave me stuck with an official task and two kill joys on my six. So all he had to do was show up with the cheesiest line known to the universe: "Do those spots go all the way down. Hmm. I think I'd like to find out." and next thing you know, I've got him by the antennae and am trying to get him off. I was well on my way to my intended goal, much to Kitty and the bastard's annoyance, when I realized it was Sharad. He was pretty insistent on us getting out of the bar, and once I realized what he was doing there, I couldn't really argue with him, no matter how hot it would have been to get him off in the middle of that bar.
Between bouts of fucking, he prattled off all the info I needed to get from him. When I had to call the bastard to let him know not to wait up, so to speak, I told him everything should work out tits. I directed him to Spiegel's book for an explanation, even though I know the dork botched the definition of the word. Something about it being in common usage in Nevada? Meh, and it insists it's a synonym for cool, but it's actually more aptly defined as "perfect" as I am hard pressed to find anyone attracted to the female form that would call breasts anything but, thus comparing something to them is the best way to call them perfect. I picked up the term from Travis, and I know I was the one who introduced it to Spiegel... but leave it to the dork to forget what I told him, attempt to refresh his memory by looking it up kahless knows where, and getting it wrong. It'll still got the bastard close enough to the right idea that he managed to not fuck things up.
We're stuck on a private transport for a day long ride, and they still won't tell us where we're going. Based on the information we've had so far, and now the range on the transport we ended up on, I've got an idea of a few places it could be. All of them locations with whore houses Stace has mentioned at some point or another, so we should have a lay of the local area when we arrive without having to pour over maps. The name of the place we're to meet our next contact sounds like one I've heard Stace mention, but I can't remember which settlement he said it was. I'll have to pick his brain on the topic, I know we'll have plenty of time on the ride. Almost everyone's a little antsy at this point, this hurry up and wait aspect of the mission so far is enough to put most people ill at ease. I can also tell that Tom's still questioning my choice to bring Stace, and Spiegel's clearly irritated by the cocky Brit's presence. Noelle's just been making excuses to be elsewhere in the transport compared to wherever Stace happens to be. Giannini seems to be the only one of my team that isn't irritated with Stace. Stace is oblivious to all the stupidity, poking through a PADD with shit for his universal translator project on it, as well as whatever it is he's composing at the moment.
It is probably worth noting that Tom showed up when it was time to leave the Shingen, poured into a pair of black faded wrangler jeans, deliciously skin tight. A flask in his back pocket, his sniper rifle slung across his back, and a lot of other deadly pretty stuck in places I didn't even realize anyone other than myself would actually hide a weapon. It's enough to make a girl swoon if you can see past the cowboy hat and boots, all black like the jeans. I did catch Noelle trying to slyly take a look without getting caught, but I don't think she caught me noticing her attention to him. He certainly didn't notice her paying attention to him, nor did he notice me watching her. While I think he'd be a better match for her than the bastard, I don't see him fucking up the only relief he's had from the bastard's dictatorship by taking away the bastard's fucktoy.