"Well, hello there, aren't you just a pretty little thing." The smirk was practically written all over the woman's tone as she stopped her newest victim in the hallway. She was an older woman who appeared to be in her late thirties, with a few wrinkles around her eyes-- laughter lines she would have called them --and obviously not as young as half
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Pasha needed to fight something, she could tell that much, or at least run it all off. She raked her brunette curls back from her face, quickly and efficiently pulling them into a high ponytail on the back of her head so she wouldn't be irritated by the hair flickering around her face once she found something to take out her anger on.
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"You wanna go down to the gym and blow off some steam? It's been a while since we last sparred." Even if he couldn't do what he liked best with Pasha he was still up for doing his second favorite thing with her - spar.
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"That would be good." She agreed. And hopefully it wouldn't end in her shooting something or someone, because really it wasn't good to go about shooting people, it could give a girl a bad reputation. And if she was correct- and it was rare that she wasn't the gym was close by. "It is nearby I believe." She noted, gesturing for Lyon to follow her, there was no point in holding onto his hand now even though she knew that was what she would have done with her friends back home the people of the West of Earth generally tended to take it the wrong way. Pasha quickly enough lead them both to the Gym, slipping inside.
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"Alright, I'll meet you on the mat in five minutes," he said as they entered the gym. He turned to Pasha with an impish grin and added, "Unless you want to watch me get changed?"
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It seemed the hotel was being kind enough to actually not mess about with her too much while she was in the foul mood she was in. It had even left proper clothing, although tighter then she usually favoured it was better then she could have hoped for, just a simple black vest shirt and a pair of gym shorts, not unlike the ones she used to wear in hand-to-hand training. Folding her clothes neatly as ever she went back into the main gym, adjusting her ponytail once again and moving over to the mat.
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"Ready?" Lyon asked with an air of casual nonchalance as he settled into a defensive stance. He watched Pasha closely but made no move to strike first, figuring she'd probably prefer to start things off.
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"Fuck." She grumbled to herself. And Ow.
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"Your mom must have really rattled you. Normally you're a lot harder to take down than that." Lyon ran a gloved hand through his hair, somehow managing to make it even messier than it already was. "You wanna talk about it?" he offered quietly, shifting into a sitting position.
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She gave a sigh. This wasn't the kind of thing she usually shared with fuck buddies. "My Papa passed away when I was wery small, only fiwe. Kata-- she didn't cope well with it. Instead of staying on Earth with her children she chose to go back to her old job of being the Keptain of a commercial ship." The memories stung. "Myself and my sewen brothers got shipped off to live with our Grandmother but she was so old that we were pretty much looking after her. My oldest bother, Dimitri, dropped out of school to support us all. It wasn't fair of her to do that, just abandoning us and expecting we would be alright. I was only six years old at the time."
Pasha pulled her ponytail over her shoulder, fiddling with it, a normal nervous gesture. "Then one day she turns up out of the blue back home, expecting it all to be alright again and wondering where I am. But by that time I had sent myself to America and Starfleet and I refused to see her. I had already emancipated myself from her guardianship and I just didn't want to see her anymore." Her face darkened into a frown. "The last time I saw her she stole the only girlfriend I ewer actually loved, so that was just dandy."
Pasha shifted, realizing she had revealed more then she had meant to. Even Hikaru, her best friend back home didn't know the full story although he knew the relationship between the navigator and her mother was foul at best. "Sorry, that was a little heavy."
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"Don't worry about it babe," Lyon said nonchalantly as he moved closer to the little Russian and placed a comforting hand on her arm. "That's what friends are for, right? There's more to me that just fucking and fighting you know." He gave Pasha an impish grin as he release her arm. "So, you up for a rematch? Or would you rather get changed and go get a drink instead?"
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