blonde or brunette? // rhymeswithbar

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lucky draw!

[hallelujahpilot]

There is a pilot in the bar. Well, ex pilot. Dead ex pilot. Her Samson's outside, and she can't get her to fly. trudy's working on that.

So, one dead ex-Marine pilot in the bar, boots up on the table, cross still around her neck (as is her shell and bone, but they are on a longer chain, and hidden by her shirt), flicking through a mechanic's manuel.

Of course, being from the 22nd century, said manuel looks more like a datapad than anything else.

[born_of_swords]

Aife is headed to the bar for margarita number two, but she pauses when she spots the pad.

"...she giving you trouble?"

[hallelujahpilot]

"...under the circumstances, I'm happy she's still in one piece," comes the reply. American accent, still with a slightly southern twang. Then Trudy glances up.

"But, yeah, she's giving me trouble."

[born_of_swords]

"Don't have much experience with aircraft, but if you need another pair of hands..."

She shrugs.

"...should I ask about the circumstances?"

[hallelujahpilot]

"...we were blown up," Trudy answers, after a pause. "In battle, so I wasn't exactly surprised."

[born_of_swords]

"Still...shit.

You need a drink to go with the schematic?"

[hallelujahpilot]

She grins.

"Wouldn't say no."

[born_of_swords]

"Excellent.

I was initially thinking margaritas, but we could cut out the middleman and go right for tequila?"

[hallelujahpilot]

"It's been fricking years since I've had tequila. That'll be a yes."

[born_of_swords]

"Back in a sec."

True to her word, Aife returns momentarily with a bottle and two shot glasses. She pours for them both and settles into a seat across from Trudy.

"Cheers."

[hallelujahpilot]

"Cheers," she echoes and tosses her shot back.

Yes, tosses.

You spend several years on a Marine base on another planet, one that has a bunch of scientists, and you beat that they are going to concoct moonshine.

[born_of_swords]

Hot damn, a woman who knows how to take a shot.

Aife grins and mirrors the gesture exactly.

[hallelujahpilot]

Damn straight she knows how to take a drink - ex-marine, honey.

"Ooooh, that's the good shit. Y'know, they don't mention that in the small print - sign up, go to exciting places, spend the rest of your career drinking moonshine."

[born_of_swords]

Semper fi, motherfucker.

"Understandably so," she says, pouring the next round. "It's be murder on the recruiting quota."

[hallelujahpilot]

Trudy snorts.

"Touche."

[born_of_swords]

She picks up her shot glass, pauses with it halfway to her mouth.

"I'm Aife, by the way."