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the_siobhanTwo loads of dishes, four loads of laundry, helped the Axe swap out the switch for a new one (basement DJ has been having trouble with streaming and the Axe did some research that suggested our switch was reaching end of life), replaced the broken board in the bed-frame and logged 3 hours of OT at work. I call that a productive day.
I had a glass of wine with dinner and just finished off a second one. Now I'm starting in on a gin & tonic, which is my traditional NaDruWriNi drink.
Now I just have to come up with a bloody idea.
*stares at the screen*
*screen fails to do anything*
*sigh*
OK I went to daily prompts and found this: culture clash
The furniture in the Scaff Ta’Gat & Prixtxt Arms was built of reinforced bolidium, but the chair still creaked under the weight when the Tandanian sat down.
“Yer a human, aren’t you?” he said. (He? Ruby counted the flanges the coiled down from his neck. Yes, she had been right the first time, this was a he.) “You looking for company?”
Ruby regarded him. Tandanians wore their ship insignia on their shoulder plates, and this one wasn’t wearing one. She took a sip of her drink. “Not really,” she answered him.
“Really? ‘Cause a human in a high grav port bar...?”
Ruby raised her eyes to stare into his particle sensors. “I have Krakinch Syndrome.”
“Oh!” He leaned back and the chair groaned again, louder this time. “I didn’t even know humans could get Krakinch Syndrome.
“It’s rare, but it does happen. Most humans stay planetside if they get it. But me?” Ruby shrugged. “I have mouths to feed. So I stick to the high gravity ports and planets.”
“Aw listen, sorry for makin’ assumptions. Just that humans have this reputation for... you know what, never mind. I’ll buy you a drink to apologize, yeah?”
Ruby tilted her head and smiled at the Tandanian for the first time.
“Thank you for the offer, but I’m actually... waiting for a business meeting. Take a raincheck?”
“Sure, yeah. Raincheck.” The Tandanian stood up and the chair he had been sitting on all but wept with relief. “Next time.” He lumbered back to the bar and she watched him go.
“You don’t want that one, yezzzzzzzzzzzzz?” The voice came from behind her and when Ruby turned her head a Bektxt slithered into view. “Too big, too heavy, very rufffffff.” They coiled around the recently vacated chair and rested one of it’s heads on the table. The other head bobbed gently in front of her, frills pulsing as they breathed. Their ship insignia was a holographic disk that glowed against their deep purple skin tone. They were weaving gently and they looked faintly damp.
They were very very drunk.
Yes, this was more like it.
***
The Tandanian returned to the bar. He caught the bartender’s eye and gestured for another drink. Tey pulled a cask out from under the bar and scuttled over to refill his glass.
“Do you want to run a tab?” tey asked and the Tandanian opened his mouth to reply when there was a crash and a shout behind him. They both turned to see a Brektxt sprawled out on the floor, pinned there by a raging female Durst. Her spines were fully inflated and red with rage.
“That is my wife!” she shouted. “How dare you!”
The human sat at the table, smiling.
***
“Of course we will comply fully with the authorities in this investigation.” The bartender clattered ter claws nervously. Durst were well known to be the most litigious species in the known galaxy and the last thing a new bar needed was a a drawn out and expensive liability case.
“I was drunk. I’m not sure... I mean, I’m sorry. My ship will of course pay the full fee.” The Brektxt was subdued, both heads hanging low.
All eyes turned to the Durst. She sat ramrod straight, spines quivering. Finally she nodded and everybody in the room breathed deeply in relief.
“I will accept it,” she said.
***
Ruby set the course parameters on the ship’s computers and snapped on the auto-pilot. She got up out of the pilot’s chair and made her way back to the living quarters. Aya, her Durst partner, was stretched out on the bed.
“How did we do?” Ruby asked. She sat down and started pulling her boots off.
Aya was looking through her docpad. “The Brektxt liability clause is good for about the equivalent of 50,000 earth units. More if he had injured you, but I thought that would be unlikely.”
“Not bad for a night’s work.” Ruby opened a small refrigerated drawer next to the bed and pulled out a small bottle of liquor. She twisted the cap open and passed it to Aya. “Here’s to the entire galaxy being afraid of Durst lawyers.”
Aya took the bottle and waited until Ruby retreived her own. She tapped the two bottles together. “And here’s,” she said “to humans being the most famous alien-fuckers in the galaxy.”
They both drank to that.
I had a glass of wine with dinner and just finished off a second one. Now I'm starting in on a gin & tonic, which is my traditional NaDruWriNi drink.
Now I just have to come up with a bloody idea.
*stares at the screen*
*screen fails to do anything*
*sigh*
OK I went to daily prompts and found this: culture clash
The furniture in the Scaff Ta’Gat & Prixtxt Arms was built of reinforced bolidium, but the chair still creaked under the weight when the Tandanian sat down.
“Yer a human, aren’t you?” he said. (He? Ruby counted the flanges the coiled down from his neck. Yes, she had been right the first time, this was a he.) “You looking for company?”
Ruby regarded him. Tandanians wore their ship insignia on their shoulder plates, and this one wasn’t wearing one. She took a sip of her drink. “Not really,” she answered him.
“Really? ‘Cause a human in a high grav port bar...?”
Ruby raised her eyes to stare into his particle sensors. “I have Krakinch Syndrome.”
“Oh!” He leaned back and the chair groaned again, louder this time. “I didn’t even know humans could get Krakinch Syndrome.
“It’s rare, but it does happen. Most humans stay planetside if they get it. But me?” Ruby shrugged. “I have mouths to feed. So I stick to the high gravity ports and planets.”
“Aw listen, sorry for makin’ assumptions. Just that humans have this reputation for... you know what, never mind. I’ll buy you a drink to apologize, yeah?”
Ruby tilted her head and smiled at the Tandanian for the first time.
“Thank you for the offer, but I’m actually... waiting for a business meeting. Take a raincheck?”
“Sure, yeah. Raincheck.” The Tandanian stood up and the chair he had been sitting on all but wept with relief. “Next time.” He lumbered back to the bar and she watched him go.
“You don’t want that one, yezzzzzzzzzzzzz?” The voice came from behind her and when Ruby turned her head a Bektxt slithered into view. “Too big, too heavy, very rufffffff.” They coiled around the recently vacated chair and rested one of it’s heads on the table. The other head bobbed gently in front of her, frills pulsing as they breathed. Their ship insignia was a holographic disk that glowed against their deep purple skin tone. They were weaving gently and they looked faintly damp.
They were very very drunk.
Yes, this was more like it.
***
The Tandanian returned to the bar. He caught the bartender’s eye and gestured for another drink. Tey pulled a cask out from under the bar and scuttled over to refill his glass.
“Do you want to run a tab?” tey asked and the Tandanian opened his mouth to reply when there was a crash and a shout behind him. They both turned to see a Brektxt sprawled out on the floor, pinned there by a raging female Durst. Her spines were fully inflated and red with rage.
“That is my wife!” she shouted. “How dare you!”
The human sat at the table, smiling.
***
“Of course we will comply fully with the authorities in this investigation.” The bartender clattered ter claws nervously. Durst were well known to be the most litigious species in the known galaxy and the last thing a new bar needed was a a drawn out and expensive liability case.
“I was drunk. I’m not sure... I mean, I’m sorry. My ship will of course pay the full fee.” The Brektxt was subdued, both heads hanging low.
All eyes turned to the Durst. She sat ramrod straight, spines quivering. Finally she nodded and everybody in the room breathed deeply in relief.
“I will accept it,” she said.
***
Ruby set the course parameters on the ship’s computers and snapped on the auto-pilot. She got up out of the pilot’s chair and made her way back to the living quarters. Aya, her Durst partner, was stretched out on the bed.
“How did we do?” Ruby asked. She sat down and started pulling her boots off.
Aya was looking through her docpad. “The Brektxt liability clause is good for about the equivalent of 50,000 earth units. More if he had injured you, but I thought that would be unlikely.”
“Not bad for a night’s work.” Ruby opened a small refrigerated drawer next to the bed and pulled out a small bottle of liquor. She twisted the cap open and passed it to Aya. “Here’s to the entire galaxy being afraid of Durst lawyers.”
Aya took the bottle and waited until Ruby retreived her own. She tapped the two bottles together. “And here’s,” she said “to humans being the most famous alien-fuckers in the galaxy.”
They both drank to that.
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