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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 2, 2013 13:34:08 GMT -6
Surprised by the flour, he knew it was on but he knew she was pissed as he moved aside to let her get to the table before walking over to the kitchen, reaching into the cabinet to pull out the bag of flour as he flung it over to her. Covering her and part of the table in floor not to mention the floor, he stood back as he tried to hold back his smile; "And what does that make you," smiling a bit as he wiped the flour off of his hands, "your white, I hope I didn't ruin the pizza," picking up his beer as he started over to her. Setting the drinks down on the table, he wiped a bit of flour off of the table as he sliced into the pizza to place a few slices on her and his plate, turning to her as he wiped the flour off her lips before kissing her.
Placing his hands on hers to keep her from punching her or anything else as he whispered to her, "As your personal boy toy, relax and forget that shit with that ship and let's eat before we miss the game," kissing her again, "or before you decide to get revenge for the flour."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 2, 2013 18:26:00 GMT -6
If he hadn't grabbed her hands, Sam would have punched him for covering her in flour. Granted, she had started it, but she'd only thrown a small handful of flour on him. He'd went for a whole bag of flour and now she was covered. "Gods dammit," she growled, brows furrowed. Resisting the urge to kick him, she pulled her hands away and took a step back, seeing that he was doing his best not to laugh. "Well, no dessert for you."
Sam managed to get most of the flour dusted off of her shorts, but no such thing was happening with her t-shirt. The only thing she could do was take it off, and sit there to watch the game in her bra. Hanging the shirt on the back of the chair, she picked up her plate of salad and pizza, grabbed her beer, and walked over to take a seat on the couch just before the game started. Setting her food down on the coffee table in front of the couch, she turned around to look at Michael. "Come on, I promise I won't hit you." She wondered if the power would hold up, hearing the thunder outside and the rain beating against the windows.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 2, 2013 18:46:13 GMT -6
Laughing a bit, he knew he would get dessert one way or another but he would have the scars for throwing flour on her; watching her take off her shirt, he knew it would be hard to focus on the game now. Picking up his plate and his beer, he walked over to the couch as he took a seat beside her, setting his plate on the table as he set his beer aside and just in time as the ceremonies started. The stadium must've been packed which was good cause the Olympia Stallions were facing off against a Gondawan team, Gondawan Packers which had been ruling the game for years but lately have been slipping. Taking a bite of his pizza, he leaned back as he reached for a towel he had set down to wipe the flour off his face before tossing it aside; it seemed the storm had caught up as hail came down but it would take a lot to come through that glass since it was bulletproof.
After an hour, the Stallions seemed to be taking the lead but the storm was vicious there since there had been scorch marks on the field where lightening had struck but these players were used to it; suddenly power went off first at the stadium and then in the apartment. The lightening must've struck the power grid at the stadium and the solar array here at the mountains neither less the only light they now had was that of the fireplace and of the powerful lightening outside. Getting up, he collected the beer bottles as he leaned over to kiss Sam who had a buzz much like himself as he placed the beers on the counter as he spoke softly; "That was some great pizza, shit, better than delivery but I might have to teach you how to cook a bit more," teasing her with the last bit as he walked back to the couch, sitting back down beside her.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 2, 2013 21:52:13 GMT -6
Either it was the amount of alcohol or the fact that she hadn't seen a pyramid game in years, as Sam had excitedly been on her seat since the game had gotten started. She was proud of her team, the Stallions, and they were just as damn good as she remembered. She hadn't been paying much attention to the storm that was raging on outside until the game went off, and then the power followed. "You've got to be frakking kidding me!" she yelled at nothing in particular. "Dammit, they were winning!"
Unhappy that she wouldn't get to finish the game now, she stood and walked over to the kitchen, placing her empty plate in the sink. Grabbing the bottles of liquor from the bar, she grabbed two glasses and a deck of cards from the drawer. Sam took a seat on the opposite side of the coffee table and set the drinks down, looking at Michael while she shuffled the deck of cards. "I know how to cook just fine ... maybe you should be the one taking lessons." Smirking, she poured some of the whiskey into her glass and brought it up to her lips, taking a quick swig. "Let's play a little game." She set the cards down for a moment to fan herself, feeling a few beads of sweat run down her neck.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 3, 2013 3:22:11 GMT -6
Surprised by her, he leaned over the table wondering what this little lesson could be but then again she was drunk so this could be a little Tauron game to get even then again she was winning with the pyramid game. Getting a fresh beer, he sat back down as he flipped on a small battery powered light; "What's this little game of yours," looking up at her as he tried to stay focus considering she was still just wearing her bra but clearly sweating which was either from the excitement of the game or the alcohol then again he too was sweating since he figured his Gondawan team was clearly going to win.
Taking a swig of his beer, he turned to her as he whispered to her since he had been used to the blackouts since it was another part of life down here on Terra; "A few years ago, it was pretty bad considering lost power for a week but we were running on an old system that failed quite often but the lightening fries the circuit boards with this little system."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 3, 2013 20:28:57 GMT -6
Shuffling the cards one more time, Sam dealt them each a hand before taking a gulp from her glass. "It's just a card game, since we won't be able to watch the rest of the game." She didn't mind the storms, but it had been so long since she'd seen a pyramid game, and now she wouldn't even get to finish it. But she had faith that the Stallions would pull through and finish kicking ass like they always did.
Taking a look at her cards, Sam wiped the sweat from her brow. She look one last gulp to finish her drink off before tightening the cap back on the whiskey bottle. "So, what've you got?" she asked, looking at Michael as she set her own cards down to reveal nothing. It wasn't a good hand at all. Waiting for him, she pulled her legs up to her chest and rested her head on her knees. Sam felt tired, more tired that she realized. It wasn't just the alcohol working it's way through her system. She was just worn down by the last few weeks, and then with the last couple of days on Terra ... it was just a lot to process.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 3, 2013 20:44:51 GMT -6
He glanced down at his cards to spot only simply a pair of 2's as he wondered if he should play it or simply lie since he had seen her lifting her legs up which was a dead give away that she was tired, turning to her as he set the cards down still facing down as he slid them over; "You're really bad at shuffling cards," grinning as he got up from the table. He knew she would look over the cards but that wouldn't stop him from distracting her as he pulled off his shirt before walking out of his pants as he walked into the bedroom. Climbing into bed, he knew she wouldn't be too far along but that didn't mean that he could torment her a bit as he patted on her pillow; "This bed feels great would be nice to have, say, you in it."
Waiting on her, he sent the text to Ben before tucking the tactical pad into his night stand, resting his arm behind his head as he waited for her; the lightening striking more tonight then last night. Noticing the fire finally going out, he tried to hold back a flashback of his old fighting days when these kind of storms used to make or break the battlefield and for his old unit it was pure hell while the storm lasted.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 3, 2013 21:35:16 GMT -6
"Let's see you shuffle cards when you're drunk," she yelled after him, picking up the cards he had set down before he walked off. Sam couldn't stop the hic-ups that were escaping her mouth at this point, almost wishing she hadn't consumed as much of the whiskey as she had. Tauron was known for it's powerful alcohol, and this was no exception. If it had been Blacktooth, she'd be flat on her ass, passed out by now. Tossing the cards to the side, she pulled herself up and headed towards the bedroom, unzipping her shorts and letting them fall to the floor by the doorway. Walking into the room, she tried not to stagger but failed miserably, and fell face first. Luckily, she managed to land on the bed, almost passing out from the way the room was spinning.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 3, 2013 22:12:00 GMT -6
Helping her into bed, he knew she was out cold which wasn't anything new but she would have one hell of a hangover in the morning; cuddling close to her as he finally drifted to sleep while putting the blanket over to her. Running his hand over her ring, he knew she still loved it and even more the ring meant he had to keep his promise which for now he was going to keep no matter what.
Hours later...Slowly getting up at bed, he quietly started across the marble floor as he started up the coffee before stepping into the shower to wash off the bit of alcohol and wake up a bit more as he stepped out in a fresh towel. Walking over to the closet, he pulled out one of his suits as he slowly got dressed before walking back into the kitchen with his pants on, pouring two cups of coffee as he placed one on her night stand before slipping on his shirt. Slipping on his boots, he covered his pant leg over them before crawling into bed as he whispered into her ear; "Stallions won," kissing her neck as he whispered to her, "come on, Sam, I promised you one hell of a time did I not," getting up as he teasingly squeezed her leg as he buttoned up his blue shirt.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 4, 2013 11:39:56 GMT -6
The first thing Sam could think to do was grab her pillow and put it over her face, attempting to shield the bright sunlight that was filtering in to the room. After a few moments, she was able to pull herself up and out of the bed, happy with the news that her team had won. "I told you, Stallions always win," she said, stretching before taking a seat on the edge of the bed and reaching for the cup of coffee on the nightstand.
Surprisingly, there wasn't that much of a hangover. But Sam was quick to get the smell of alcohol off of her. She made a beeline for the bathroom after setting the coffee back down, to take a quick shower. Wrapping a towel around herself, she walked back into the bedroom to see that Michael was still getting ready. A brow shot up, wondering what he was up to now. "Why are you so dressed up?" Whatever he had meant by one hell of a time, she wasn't so sure what they would be doing now. There was always the possibility that he would have to go meet his new "boss."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 4, 2013 12:02:46 GMT -6
Tucking in his shirt as he grabbed a tie as he spotted her coming out of the shower as he made up his tie, "I figured we could go out maybe to the Waterfront shops and well go shopping," slipping on his jacket as he walked over to her as he placed his hands on her hips, "so what do you say since you did win," kissing her as he tried to appease to her over her little victory. Then again she could see right through all of it since he did have to meet Ben this time around but if he was lucky it would be a short meeting and would go unnoticed, it was true though that she didn't much to wear and well he couldn't see her wearing any of his clothes...okay just his leather jacket.
Whispering to her as he kept his lips close to her, "Maybe when we get back, you can help me out of this suit and I'll get us take out for a change," smiling as he kissed her once more as kept his lips locked with hers to get his fill.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 4, 2013 12:29:15 GMT -6
Sam pulled herself away from him, knowing that he was doing his best to change the subject and get her mind on something else. "You're a shitty liar, you know," she said, brows furrowed as she went to find something to wear. Having hung what little clothes she'd brought in the closet, she ended up grabbing the black skirt she'd brought down with her along with a white button up shirt. Picking up the pair of heels to go with the outfit, she put them on the bed and pulled out her undergarments from the bag, dropping the towel so she could slip them on. Picking the towel up to dry her hair a bit, Sam dropped it over in the clothes hamper so that she could get dressed.
After getting into her clothes, she took a seat on the bed to slip on the heels. "Let's just go and get this over with." Fastening the last strap on her shoes, Sam grabbed her jacket and walked across the room, waiting at the doorway for Michael with her arms crossed. The days had passed by so quickly, she hadn't even realized that she would have to go back to the ship and get back to work within a day or so.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 4, 2013 12:44:59 GMT -6
Picking up his wallet with his tactical pad, he placed them both in his coat as he picked up his fedora before walking over to her; "I am serious about later and," pulling out his prestigious silver card, "and maybe we can get you more clothes after all you still haven't tried on the lingerie I got you," grinning as he stepped into the elevator. Reaching into his coat, he was surprised to find keys which meant the keys had to be in there for years which sorta scared him but he didn't have the time to take the elevator back up.
Walking out of the elevator, he headed towards the back as he hit the alarm switch to hear a chirp from what it appeared to be under a car cover, setting his hat aside as he undid the cover which brought a smile to his face. Even though it looked nearly brand new, this was one of the few things his old man gave him as he unbuttoned his jacket as he kneeled down to look over the skin of the car to see it was still perfect before running his hand over it; it also was one of the few cars that scared him a bit since he could never top it out. Picking up his hat, he stepped inside and sat down in the racing seat, still looking over the analog speedometer with the few improvements such as the digital radio but other than that it was pure authentic and at least 20 years old. Starting it up, it was quiet till he pressed down the gas petal which gave it a furious roar as he drove it around to Sam before rolling down the window; "Come on," he knew she was still a bit mad with him but meeting up with Ben would help him show that he wasn't the bad guy. Hearing her slam the door, he bit his lip as he tried to show that he wasn't connected with the car as he roared out of the garage as he placed his hand on the shifter; feeling the speed in the petals but he wasn't trying to push the car too far, even now he was still afraid of it.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 8, 2013 15:41:58 GMT -6
Racing into the village, he drifted around corners which probably wasn't best since Sam was already upset with him but he made it worst as he slid into a parking space close to the elevator before shutting off the car. Turning to her as he reached for the dry cleaning bags, "These are box seats you know and remember that Tauron bar owner of New Light, he got me hooked up with these since he knows the owners of the Caprica Bucs," stepping out of the car as he pulled out his dog tags to access the elevator. Pulling out what mail he did get, he sifted through it before noticing a letter from his insider source inside the Ha La Tha, a bounty of 6 million credits has been placed back on his head since the crime family couldn't forgive him for killing so many.
Tucking it into his jacket, he opened the elevator doors as he waited for her with the bags in hand; "If it makes you feel better, we've got a private car coming to pick us up in an hour or so, compliments of the team."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Sept 8, 2013 16:31:43 GMT -6
She hadn't said anything the whole ride from the shops all the way back to the apartment. Sam paid no attention when he basically slid into the garage and got out. If he wanted to drive recklessly, that was his own fault. She grabbed what bags she had and got out of the car, slamming the door behind her. Stepping into the elevator, she continued to say nothing as it moved upward towards the apartment. Once the doors opened, she walked out and set her bags off to the side, bending down to grab just a few things out of them. "Was it that hard for you to accept something from a Tauron?" she asked, noting the look he'd had on his face when he mentioned getting the tickets from the bar owner. Was that why he was pushing so hard for her to wear a dress? Since most of his people still saw her as a dirt eater, that only made her want to stay away even more. Sam took a seat over near the bar and looked over the new earrings she'd bought back at the shop.
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