Catch Me, Catch Me With Your Hands 5/27
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April 27 2013, 23:12:31 UTC
He had to pass her temporary set up on the way towards the vending machine for energy bars and drinks filled with dubious amounts of stimulants and he couldn't help his translator picking up on the lyrics each time.
“How does it feel?”
“Close the door...”
And very frankly:
“Let's get it on, sugar! Let's get it on...”
That last song was the apotheosis of 'baby-making songs' according to Daro, an objectively disinterested salarian tech writer who had heard it all before. The incongruity of what he was hearing and Veronica's maniacally regimented tapping on her keyboard gave him pause. Unfortunately, he paused right at her cubicle and Veronica turned as his shadow fell over her screen.
“You need anything?” she asked.
“I say yes, boy, oh yes-”
She turned the volume down.
“Ah,” Myrtus dithered. “...Need more coffee?”
Veronica considered her mug.
“Sure. Thanks.”
“Right.”
Veronica was about to resume typing, but the fact that Myrtus hadn't left yet made her curious.
“Myrtus? Anything else?”
“Your playlist is pretty interesting.”
Interesting? Was his mouth malfunctioning?
“You like?” Veronica reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “What other people call distracting, I call inspiration.”
“...Inspiration?”
How was she keeping her face straight with tinny moans and pleading coming out of her console speakers?
“Definitely. Sexual frustration keeps me awake and I don't crash after like for caffeine,” she explained, like this was completely logical. “You know how it is.”
Did he? Myrtus was sure that sexual frustration would only frustrate him instead of being a productivity aid.
“I hear casual chatter!” Lead Engineer Beloxia stood up from her cubicle, her mandibles quivering with exhaustion and ill humor.
Myrtus automatically straightened to attention. Veronica just laughed.
“Morale break, ma'am!” she called out.
“You'll have no such thing,” Beloxia shot back. “And I'll thank you to quit playing any of those, those songs with the- what-are-they-called- saxophones!”
She was jabbing the air for emphasis.
“What, like this?” Veronica flicked the volume up.
A riff of a solo alien instrument tore through the air, high, reverberating, and sounding much too much like a female turian before peaking in coitus.
“MISS WEI!” Beloxia barked, shaking her fist.
Veronica cut the music off, giggling and turning to look up at Myrtus, waggling her eyebrows. Myrtus blinked, perplexed and a little embarrassed, not moving in case that would draw Beloxia's ire onto himself.
Beloxia was disinclined to make further issue, disappearing back into her cubicle, after shaking her fist one last time.
“Guess she wasn't kidding about what that sounds like, huh?” Veronica whispered. “You're getting kind of blue there.”
Myrtus coughed, putting a hand to his neck.
“Should've known you'd have weird sex sounding instruments to go with the lyrics.”
Veronica snickered to herself, plugging in a set of headphones. She didn't actually want to push Beloxia to the point of getting an official reprimand.
“You're funny,” she smiled at him. “Get two packs of sugar with my coffee, okay?”
“How does it feel?”
“Close the door...”
And very frankly:
“Let's get it on, sugar! Let's get it on...”
That last song was the apotheosis of 'baby-making songs' according to Daro, an objectively disinterested salarian tech writer who had heard it all before. The incongruity of what he was hearing and Veronica's maniacally regimented tapping on her keyboard gave him pause. Unfortunately, he paused right at her cubicle and Veronica turned as his shadow fell over her screen.
“You need anything?” she asked.
“I say yes, boy, oh yes-”
She turned the volume down.
“Ah,” Myrtus dithered. “...Need more coffee?”
Veronica considered her mug.
“Sure. Thanks.”
“Right.”
Veronica was about to resume typing, but the fact that Myrtus hadn't left yet made her curious.
“Myrtus? Anything else?”
“Your playlist is pretty interesting.”
Interesting? Was his mouth malfunctioning?
“You like?” Veronica reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “What other people call distracting, I call inspiration.”
“...Inspiration?”
How was she keeping her face straight with tinny moans and pleading coming out of her console speakers?
“Definitely. Sexual frustration keeps me awake and I don't crash after like for caffeine,” she explained, like this was completely logical. “You know how it is.”
Did he? Myrtus was sure that sexual frustration would only frustrate him instead of being a productivity aid.
“I hear casual chatter!” Lead Engineer Beloxia stood up from her cubicle, her mandibles quivering with exhaustion and ill humor.
Myrtus automatically straightened to attention. Veronica just laughed.
“Morale break, ma'am!” she called out.
“You'll have no such thing,” Beloxia shot back. “And I'll thank you to quit playing any of those, those songs with the- what-are-they-called- saxophones!”
She was jabbing the air for emphasis.
“What, like this?” Veronica flicked the volume up.
A riff of a solo alien instrument tore through the air, high, reverberating, and sounding much too much like a female turian before peaking in coitus.
“MISS WEI!” Beloxia barked, shaking her fist.
Veronica cut the music off, giggling and turning to look up at Myrtus, waggling her eyebrows. Myrtus blinked, perplexed and a little embarrassed, not moving in case that would draw Beloxia's ire onto himself.
Beloxia was disinclined to make further issue, disappearing back into her cubicle, after shaking her fist one last time.
“Guess she wasn't kidding about what that sounds like, huh?” Veronica whispered. “You're getting kind of blue there.”
Myrtus coughed, putting a hand to his neck.
“Should've known you'd have weird sex sounding instruments to go with the lyrics.”
Veronica snickered to herself, plugging in a set of headphones. She didn't actually want to push Beloxia to the point of getting an official reprimand.
“You're funny,” she smiled at him. “Get two packs of sugar with my coffee, okay?”
Oh. Right. He was going to get her coffee.
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