Catch Me, Catch Me With Your Hands 11/27
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April 27 2013, 23:18:32 UTC
“Myrtus, my man!”
Myrtus turned and his mandibles fluttered in consternation. Davidson's presence was not unexpected because that man breathed parties as part of his job description. But Rubellin and Tenax were standing beside him and that posed a problem.
“Do I want to know?” Myrtus asked as he walked to them.
“We were feeling adventurous and decided to party crash,” Rubellin smirked. “Strengthen the company spirit across departments.”
“You're here for the bar,” Tenax dryly replied.
“And a very well stocked looking one it is, too,” Rubellin nodded. “I'm going to have to rectify that.”
“You are not supposed to be here,” Myrtus hissed.
“That's rather the point of party crashing,” Tenax's tone was annoyingly patient.
“Sheesh, you guys are so grim!” Davidson interjected. “What's up with that?”
Tenax, thankfully, was all about discretion, so he nudged Rubellin before he could make any ill-advised statements about a certain woman who had expanded their understanding of human music.
“I think Myrtus will feel less out of sorts after a drink,” Tenax began steering them towards the bar.
“Sure, sure,” Davidson agreed. “But hold that thought. Dude! I see tamales!”
He went for the buffet.
“Why are you doing this?” Myrtus rumbled under his breath at Tenax.
“We aren't going to embarrass you.”
“We just want to actually see the one mystery lady. And drink all the booze. Can't forget that.”
Tenax and Rubellin were earnestly keeping his gaze, so Myrtus relaxed a little.
“If it would make you more comfortable, we'll just have to sit at another table,” Tenax suggested.
“So, which one is she?” Rubellin was surveying the room.
“With a group. She's in silver,” Mrytus tipped his drink into his mouth.
“Shiny,” Tenax said neutrally.
“... I don't know what I was expecting, really,” Rubellin finally said. “Maybe not that short?”
“You make her sound like she's volus-sized,” Tenax snorted.
“Her people are generally shorter in stature,” Myrtus felt compelled to say.
“Well, you've had your drink. We'll leave you to it,” Tenax clapped Myrtus on the shoulder.
Myrtus dithered some more by piling food on a plate before approaching Veronica. She excused herself from her friends before going to him.
“Having fun yet?”
“Ah...”
“Not yet, huh? Are they your friends? I've never seen them before,” she looked towards Rubellin and Tenax.
“One could say that. It's very difficult to tell sometimes,” Myrtus' tone was wry, which made her quirk one side of her mouth, fascinating him with the odd asymmetrical movement.
“Well, that looks pretty good,” she looked at his plate. “Want to sit here at this table? Do you mind if I sit with you?”
“I don't mind!” Myrtus shook his head quickly, putting his plate down.
“Cool. I'll be quick!”
She left just as Davidson sat down at the very same table, oblivious to Myrtus's displeased mandible clench. Myrtus didn't even need to look up to know that Rubellin and Tenax were probably laughing at the bad luck of it all. Scratch that, he could definitely hear Rubellin's cackling just fine.
Myrtus turned and his mandibles fluttered in consternation. Davidson's presence was not unexpected because that man breathed parties as part of his job description. But Rubellin and Tenax were standing beside him and that posed a problem.
“Do I want to know?” Myrtus asked as he walked to them.
“We were feeling adventurous and decided to party crash,” Rubellin smirked. “Strengthen the company spirit across departments.”
“You're here for the bar,” Tenax dryly replied.
“And a very well stocked looking one it is, too,” Rubellin nodded. “I'm going to have to rectify that.”
“You are not supposed to be here,” Myrtus hissed.
“That's rather the point of party crashing,” Tenax's tone was annoyingly patient.
“Sheesh, you guys are so grim!” Davidson interjected. “What's up with that?”
Tenax, thankfully, was all about discretion, so he nudged Rubellin before he could make any ill-advised statements about a certain woman who had expanded their understanding of human music.
“I think Myrtus will feel less out of sorts after a drink,” Tenax began steering them towards the bar.
“Sure, sure,” Davidson agreed. “But hold that thought. Dude! I see tamales!”
He went for the buffet.
“Why are you doing this?” Myrtus rumbled under his breath at Tenax.
“We aren't going to embarrass you.”
“We just want to actually see the one mystery lady. And drink all the booze. Can't forget that.”
Tenax and Rubellin were earnestly keeping his gaze, so Myrtus relaxed a little.
“If it would make you more comfortable, we'll just have to sit at another table,” Tenax suggested.
“So, which one is she?” Rubellin was surveying the room.
“With a group. She's in silver,” Mrytus tipped his drink into his mouth.
“Shiny,” Tenax said neutrally.
“... I don't know what I was expecting, really,” Rubellin finally said. “Maybe not that short?”
“You make her sound like she's volus-sized,” Tenax snorted.
“Her people are generally shorter in stature,” Myrtus felt compelled to say.
“Well, you've had your drink. We'll leave you to it,” Tenax clapped Myrtus on the shoulder.
Myrtus dithered some more by piling food on a plate before approaching Veronica. She excused herself from her friends before going to him.
“Having fun yet?”
“Ah...”
“Not yet, huh? Are they your friends? I've never seen them before,” she looked towards Rubellin and Tenax.
“One could say that. It's very difficult to tell sometimes,” Myrtus' tone was wry, which made her quirk one side of her mouth, fascinating him with the odd asymmetrical movement.
“Well, that looks pretty good,” she looked at his plate. “Want to sit here at this table? Do you mind if I sit with you?”
“I don't mind!” Myrtus shook his head quickly, putting his plate down.
“Cool. I'll be quick!”
She left just as Davidson sat down at the very same table, oblivious to Myrtus's displeased mandible clench. Myrtus didn't even need to look up to know that Rubellin and Tenax were probably laughing at the bad luck of it all. Scratch that, he could definitely hear Rubellin's cackling just fine.
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