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[notiaraincluded]

What the fuck, man?!  I'm bout sick and tired of this Admiral fucka and his none drivin' ass self.  He's lucky none of my shit hit the floor or I'd be a one tearing a hole in this ship.  And his ass.

Forget that old as cracker mothafucka.  I got more important shit to deal with right now.

[Private to Alice Morgan]

Hey, baby girl.  Why don't you come

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Private

[mrs_persson]

[Oh sodding fuck.]

What kind of party, darling?

Private

[notiaraincluded]

[Even through the comm, you can practically feel the leering.]

The best kind. You said you'd have stash of good shit ready for me. And you know I don't mind sharing with you.

Private

[mrs_persson]

[Una's skin is crawling so badly, you have no idea.]

Depends on what you want. Up, down, something else?

Private

[notiaraincluded]

We been in business long enough that you know what I like.

Private

[mrs_persson]

Just making sure you don't have any special requests, darling.

You'll have to give me just a tiny bit of extra time, though. O'Brien's being trouble.

Re: Private

[notiaraincluded]

You need me to come straighten him out?

Re: Private

[mrs_persson]

I'm insulted, sweetheart. You think I can't handle him on my own?

A little Prozium and he'll be right as rain, no fear. But I don't want him going walkies this time.

Re: Private

[notiaraincluded]

I know sometimes these fuckers can be a little hard headed. But aight, I'll let you handle yo business.

I'll be waitin' for ya.

[He licks his lips as he says this then cuts the feed.]

Re: Private

[mrs_persson]

[And Una resists the urge to take a scalding hot shower, and instead spends some time digging back through her counterpart's archives to find out what Luke's standing order is, while also trying to figure out how she's going to finesse the delivery. :|]

Private (next morning)

[mrs_persson]

Sorry about the delay, darling. O'Brien's had me busy. But I've got what you want. Plus a little extra.

[What she's put together: evil!Luke's standing order, plus a few "extras". Seriously sedative extras. Which she's hoping that he and some of his friends will at least sample, thus putting them out of commission for a chunk of time.]

Private (next morning)

[notiaraincluded]

Mmhmmmm, I knew you'd come through for me.

Why don't you bring yo pretty ass on over and we'll have a real good time?

Private

[mrs_persson]

[Oh hell. Well, nothing for it...]

See you in a bit, love.

[And, knock knock. She couldn't quite bring herself to strap on the assorted bits of PVC and leather she found in her counterpart's closet-O'Brien would have never let her hear the end of it-but she resigned herself to a minidress and high boots, with her coat over.]

[Spam]

[notiaraincluded]

[Opening the door, it was clear that he liked what he saw from the way his eyes raked over her from head to toe.]

Come on in.

[Spam]

[mrs_persson]

[She steps inside and shuts the door behind her, looking around for corners that one could get backed into or other hazard. Her skin's crawling something fierce, but she's survived worse, and this should be easy enough. She puts on a properly sleazy smile and produces a small, slim leather case from inside her coat. Much classier than a ziploc bag.]

Here's the goods, darling. Everything you asked for and a bit more.

Afraid I can't stay for long, though. No rest for the wicked.

[Spam]

[notiaraincluded]

[Aside from the large stereo on one wall, the furnishings are fairly normal. Nothing out of the ordinary to worry about. Stepping up to her, one hand reached out and took hold of that case while the other arm reached out to try and slip around her waist.]

Aaw, come one. You can stick around for a bit of fun. I'll try not to make it take so long.

[Which is a pretty strong indication that he might've been able to convince her to do so previously.]

[Spam]

[mrs_persson]

[She doesn't push him away; that would only cause trouble. Quandary, and an all too familiar one. If she tries to fob him off too strongly or shows any sign of unwillingness, that's going to send up some red flags. Which means either 1) lie back and think of England or 2) divert him to the drugs and hope he decides to take something that knocks him out.

Door #2, fingers crossed.]

Well, perhaps just a little while ... Sure you don't want to sample the goods first, sweetheart?