Alright guys, so I'm on Spring Break and feeling a bit bleh about everything, general feelings with me usually. I'm not particularly liking my writing style at the moment; more because I feel I rush everything rather than taking my time to produce something great. Anyway, here is the next update and we're getting into some space whoring woo.
Well, it was certainly an eventful day if anything. Nathan thought himself coldly before using the heel of his boot to shove the disgusting alien onto the toilet of the stall. Looking down at his once again scum-covered hands, he swore loudly before locking the door from the inside and sliding under the space between the floor and the door. It wasn’t exactly the most graceful act in the world considering his size, but hell…it beat the door opening up on its own. As he washed his hands for what was likely the fourth time in a mere twelve minutes, the Captain thought over what had happened and what to do next. Not sure what time he had arrived, he was certain that must have spent several hours on the floor of the doctor’s office, which by some greater power, had kept him safe from prying eyes.
Still, it wasn’t like that wasn’t a massive set back in itself and then the fiasco with Alexander was still ringing in his ears; part of his face was still aching from the myriad of blows that had been rained down on him. Drying his hands and pushing out of the room, displeased with the way his skin had changed into a waterlogged state, he merely rolled his eyes and was off. Every step down the hallway was a simple one at this point, a one foot in front of the other without a trouble in the world. Having gotten this far at least, he figured there couldn’t be too much trouble in finding his way around and getting the damn job done. Each of his amber colored eyes looked up towards the sign pointing him in the various directions he could take, be it towards the information desk or around the corner back outside. Scoffing at the idea of freezing his ass off again, Nathan simply turned on his heel down another bleak hallway towards the receptionist’s desk.
Once the hallway ended, it opened up into a moderately sized entrance way complete with a couple of plush couches lined against the walls in semi-circular manners, to afford any guests the ‘utmost comfort as they were told to go fuck themselves in the most polite way possible. Yet, that in itself seemed relatively pointless, this place wasn’t listed in any database that he knew about, so why even have the reception area; unless, the workers weren’t in on this little debacle either. That might make things a lot easier, if they don’t know this place is actually destroying the planet even more than it already has been….maybe I can just convince them to leave without another fight….or having to kill anyone. Once Nathan’s thought had passed, he finally looked up to the large desk up front. It seemed to have carved out of wood rather than the cold steel that the rest of the place held, its rich red-chocolate color completely standing out against the white background.
At least, it did until he saw the receptionist. If the desk was contrasting in this space, the woman behind the desk might as well have been a series of paint explosions in the air. Her orange colored skin or was it some sort of shallow lining of fur? Screamed at his eyes as its border-line neon color reached out and slapped him repeatedly, being accented by bright snippets of teal spots up and down her arms, with a pair above each of her almond shaped eyes. As she was now, the woman was impatiently clicking away at something on her computer, each of her three elegant fingers on her right hand drumming against the desk while he other hand fiddled with the mouse violently. Electric green and black hair waving around in separated strands across her face before flinging back across her head and into a pony-tail. Small, pouty lips of the earlier teal turned into a grimace as she closed something she didn’t want to see.
What in the hell is she? I’ve never seen an alien race like that before. Nathan thought walking closer, but her ears suddenly perked up when she heard the clink of his boots. Startled, her lavender hued eyes immediately locked onto Nathan, then that pout melted away and an immediate look of arousal came over her. It was something similar to the way Tesla looked at him when she was ‘wanting’; however, they had just seen each other which meant. Ahh….fuck….please tell me Alexander isn’t in a relationship with this thing.
“Alexander are we still on for tonight? I’ve been wanting to try that little romantic restaurant on the upper-layer of Roshire for some time now. Please tell me you remembered to book our reservation.” The woman spoke, her sultry voice causing Nathan’s eyes to dilate slowly before moving a little closer pocketing his hands and tried to remember how Alexander sounded.
Crap, crap, crap, crap…..what did he sound like….ok me with a Scottish accent! Recalling that just in time, Nathan opened his mouth for a safe distance, realizing that if she saw his eyes, he was screwed. Well….unless she happened to be color-blind, but he wasn’t about to believe he was that lucky. Doing his best to make his voice sound exactly like Alexander’s, he was surprised at how easily the accent came out of him and how it made him sound just like the security officer. “Aye, I remembered to get it. Though are you sure you want to go tonight? Wouldn’t the weekend be a better time? It would give us more time to be together rather than just enjoy a meal and be shipped right back to work.”
Doing his best to convince the female to reschedule the night, the Captain noticed her eyes get a little bigger with glee before she interlocked her fingers together. “More time together?” Her voice was oozing with excitement and the obvious thought of something else aside from dinner was gleaming in her eyes. “Oh, Alexander….that sounds delightful, but you’re usually so stingy with your days off. Did something come up that made you want to spend it with little ol’ me?” A soft snorting giggle escaped her mouth, the sound of fabric rubbing against itself hit Nathan’s ears as he realized she must be crossing and uncrossing her legs right now.
“I…I just figured that I needed to spend more time with someone important to me.” The Captain wasn’t exactly sure what kind of relationship that Alexander shared with this woman; however, he hoped that he wasn’t doing anything that would fuck the man over anymore than he already was. Seeing the instant blush of a dull-grey emerging across the woman’s face, Nathan realized that he probably just had.
“Oh….I’m important to you Alexander? I never knew….I always thought I was just another joke to you and the guys in the mine, maybe you all had bets on who could get into my pants first or something.” She had cradled her face into her hands, hiding her embarrassment, which gave Nathan just enough time to read her name tag off the fabric that was being pushed slightly forward by what he guessed were b-cup breasts. Asheral Toph? What the hell kind of name is that? The Captain thought to himself, trying to figure out how to pronounce it as he moved forward and debated on what to do next.
A. Comfort her
B. Confirm her suspicions
C. Kiss her
D. Change the subject to how to get through the mines.
