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BELT Legitimate Salvage

Discussion in 'Private Roleplay' started by Fahir, Mar 25, 2019.

  1. Fahir

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    There was a long string of poor decisions in Fahir's past that had led him here. To be under the thumb of some decidedly shady individuals with a crew of absolute misfits. This decision was definitely the worst he had made...today. Worst result was a medical bill or a night in a Star Helix cell. Or doing something embarrassing in front of a significantly more sober crew member. His decisions had led to worse places.

    With barely a moment's hesitation he gave a sharp nod. The tip of his tongue flicked slowly across her lower lip before he kissed her to share the hit. Fahir could taste the first dancer's skin, the second dancers lips and the bitter tang of the Blue Crush. The cadence of his pulse leapt and he leaned back, taking a deep breath of air. Everything went out of focus for a few seconds. All he could see was the shifting, blurred silhouettes of the dancers, the myriad of colours Iris wore, the flashing lights of the club. He could feel the rhythm of the music reverberating through his entire body.

    "Shots!" he suggested, clicking his fingers over his head for service. The dancing girl stayed sprawled across the table, guessing what came next.

    The Greene sisters spared the boothe a glance from the mez floor. It was so easy to keep their people happy sometimes.
     
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  2. Iris

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    Iris laughed, falling back into the booth and letting her head loll. Her skin buzzed as she dragged her hands over herself, her burnt out pleasure receptors sparking to life under the drugs.

    Yeah, he'd do just fine.

    She peeled off her jacket, revealing a neon green tee that dragged across her vision as she moved. Her hair framed a cascade of colors around the edge of her vision-- a moving waterfall that she pumped her head to the music to keep flowing. The shots came and she allowed them to be served out, pulling the girl's lips to hers before pouring it into the hallow of her stomach.

    "After this, we dance," she told him. This drug was so much better if you were moving.
     
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  3. Fahir

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    "Definitely dancing!" he said, pointing a finger into the air. His words were slightly slurred already. He dragged his hand across his scalp and past the belt tattoos. His own skin didn't feel quite like his own but every touch sent nerves jangling.

    In his own mind he was perfectly aware of his surroundings, but really he latched onto whatever caught his attention most. The myriad of moving colours, the giggle of the dancing girl as he took a shot, the taste of her skin, the sound of his own blood pumping.

    He didn't care that some unfortunate circumstance had probably led the girls here, accepting their wandering gaze and touches. Everyone had a sad story that led them into this corner of the system. If you had enough air to breathe and water to drink then you were doing well enough.

    Discarding his own jacket he put the packet of crush in the pocket of his cargo pants. Keeping up was different from overdosing early and missing the fun. No one would steal from a private booth in this club if they wanted to keep their fingers.

    "You two coming?" he asked. The girls nodded. He suspected how far through the night the girls stayed of their own accord would go some way towards letting him know how much favour they were in with the sister's Grimm.

    Fahir helped one of them down from the table. A light grip on her slender waist was enough, the girl light as a feather in the low spin. He reached for Iris' artificial hand to tug her after him.
     
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  4. Iris

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    Yeah, that'd be it for him for a little while. She let him pull her after him, unaware of when she moved from having her own fun to watching after him. Blue Crush and dancing, she couldn't recall the last time she had went for something so small. Her gaze floating over the crowd, catching sight of her usual dealer.

    She let Fahir bring her into the mass of moving bodies, obstructing her view and turning her world into a colorful disco of movement. She took a deep breath, the sound vibrating through her ears, and then she let lose. Bodies grinded, hands explored, lips tasted skin and saliva as she moved to the music that drove her on wards. The quick tempo matched the beat of her heart, exhaustion not touching her tonight. Only pleasure.
     
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  5. Fahir

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    The notion that he would pay for this in the morning didn't even register. There was only the experiences that came from moment to moment. The voice that told him it wasn't appropriate to touch one of his crew like that whilst she had one of the girls wrapped around one thigh didn't even register. He was pressed up behind Iris with one dancer on the other side. The other seemed to be in her own world.

    What he was constantly away of was his rapid breathing and racing heart. Side effect of the drug. Everything good was brought into crystal clarity but you remained intimately aware of those two things at all times. But fuck did the music feel good rolling through his whole body.

    "You two are here for the whole night?" he asked bluntly across Iris' shoulder to the girl with lips pressed to her throat. The dancer looked up with a cheeky smile.

    "Only for the next hour," she replied.

    "And to keep going?" he asked. Iris had her exposed neck left unattended as the two girls leaned close enough to whisper over the music.

    Fahir pulled Iris' hair aside, briefly mesmerised by the colours before scraping his teeth against smooth curves to make up for the interruption.

    The girl returned and mouth a number per hour. The drugs meant he didn't even pause to consider saying no.

    "For the night then," he replied. "My treat for getting us off the hook with that job," he added, voice already husky.
     
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  6. Iris

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    Iris' neck lolled, uncaring where the source of contact came from, as long as it was there. Boss or not, it didn't matter. Concepts like that melted away out here on this floor. Right, wrong, hopes and dreams, worries and problems-- gone, nothing. All that mattered was keeping it going and not letting the euphoria drop.

    She pulled a girl back to her lips, teeth clash as she roamed her fiercely. She pulled back and breathed something into her ears. The dancer nodded and slipped away, her lips dragging across Fahir's jaw as she slipped away.

    Iris turned to face him now, a mischievous look of pleasure in her eyes as she pressed even closer-- their bodies following the music as one now. "I have to say. I did expect this from you," came her voice, her lips brushing over his ear as she watched beyond him.
     
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  7. Fahir

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    He grinned before speaking with more passion that she might have seen before. His words continued to slur together.

    "Crew 'at ran with me long enough used to say it like clockwork," he spoke quickly. "Enough shitty jobs and captain has a big blowout and spends a whole day with an autodoc pumping water into his veins."

    He laughed. What started as a shake of his head became tossing his head from side to side to the music. Fahir looked back up at her sharply. His hand was at her hips, thumb underneath the neon green tee. Even that slight skin to skin contact set his skin alight. Fahir looked at her as if he had just remembered the conversation.

    "Dont be a captain. It not worth it. Too many worries." He flicked one hand away in a crude belter gesture as if chasing them away.
     
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    "I know," she murmured, an abruptly solemn edge to her tone. Her gaze went distant,. Her body was light inside his hands, moving as he moved her. The girl slipped back, sliding another packet into Iris' palm. Her fingers closed around it, her revere snapping as she sighed lightly and felt the girls pressing in behind her.

    "Well, since we're all about letting loose." She placed a pill on her tongue and went up on her toes, holding his gaze as she engaged him in a heavy kiss that left the pill on his tongue.

    "No turning back."

    She popped three into her mouth. If he thought blue crush was mind blowing, this stuff made it look like kids sugar dip.
     
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  9. Fahir

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    No time to ask what that was. If he was entirely honest with himself there had been the time to ask. He was just beyond caring. Blue Crush definitely was a starter drug, which was why he typically stopped there.

    "You're awful," he growled, lips curling back into a smile, breath warm across her wet lips. The grip on her waist switched from moving her to the rhythm to gently steadying himself.

    Fahir tipped his head back, muscles of his neck straining. He closed his eyes and let it wash over him. Fuck, she'd taken three of these. How was she standing?

    Eyes opened wide and he made a soft woo sound. The lights had taken on a new aspect, the bass of the music suddenly drowned out the rest. With one hand he pulled Iris hip to hip. The other traced the smooth curves of the dancer pressed against her back. His brain was buzzing now, thoughts and feelings hitting him in sudden succession, bleeding into one. Being alive had never felt this good.

    "No turning back," he sighed.
     
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  10. Iris

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    "I know," she breathed again, her face finding the crook of his shoulder. She shuddered against him as it tore through her nerve endings, her teeth embedding lightly into his skin as she rode through the burning euphoria. It hurt, but that was okay. Pain told her she was alive. Pain meant she was human.

    She melted into that, her hands groping at the flesh around her, and let the last of her thoughts burn away.

    Delighted laughter caught inside of her, her head tossing back and distorting to a yell. So much, too much. Good.
     
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    He was certain that he no longer saw the colours of her hair, but the shifting feelings as the hit struck her. It was beautiful, either way. Three times as much in one hit. Fahir's gaze burned with an intensity as he watched it all play out across her face. He'd played responsible captain enough time, watching out for her through the evening from a pint he nursed and then bringing her water in the morning. Or afternoon.

    Now he saw her in a new light. He was fascinated by her smile. Fingertips stretched up the column of her neck, taking her chin between finger and thumb and pulling her back into a frantic kiss.

    His other hand thumbed at the slender strips of fabric one of the dancing girls wore. It was pushed away.

    Cheek to cheek with Iris the girl called over the music: "want a full show, back rooms."

    Fahir broke the kiss, raising an eyebrow at Iris.
     
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    Iris barely heard the words, a groan of delight pulled from the kiss that ended too soon. Her hands tore hungrily up his shirt, dragging up skin and tugging at clothing as if to rip them. It was possible, too, the artificial arm more than capable of ripping clothing. Or crushing bone. His expectant look caught her attention. Her smile widened. She nuzzled into the cheek besides her.

    "No turning back," she told him. She turned in his arms, her hands sliding out from the hem of his clothing, and kissed the girl instead. The girl smiled into it, her gaze heavy and twinkling back at Fahir as she wrapped an arm around Iris' waist and started walking her backwards. A hand was held out to Fahir in a silent offer. Come join the show.

    You won't regret it.
     
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  13. Fahir

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    Those memories of the night came slowly as he opened his eyes hours the next morning. He would regret a few. The club, the music, the dancing girls and the hit of each drug. The half-baked plan and the escape pod. His mouth was dry, rough tongue peeling away from the roof of his mouth. His pounding heartbeat now waves of pain behind his eyes rather than the rhythm to the night.

    There was a loud, metallic groan.

    “Fuck,” he murmured. He collided with something soft and warm as the pod shifted. The world around him came into focus. Iris came into focus. “Oh.”

    As the Sandfly slowly powered up its drive they were both pulled to the floor of the pod, collapsing in a heap. A shape moved at the porthole.
     
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    Iris grunted as she hit the ground, gravity returning to the pod as it was overridden and docked into the Sandfly back on the asteroid. Her eyes peeled open, the pain that slammed into her a welcomed friend.

    She didn't move at first, her face pressed into the cool ground of the pod. Memories floated around her awareness, but she didn't reach for them. She didn't feel the need to. She let herself drift on the edge of sleep again, until the opening of the pod door brought a wave of fresh, cold air across her skin

    She shivered, goosebumps erupting across her bare body. She peeled her head up, squinting past the loud light to see a fuzzy frame in the doorway.

    "Um," was all Ren could find the words to say, the terminal she had use to retrieve them clasped tightly to her chest.
     
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    "Jumpsuits please, Ren," Fahir croaked. Even if they had to do the walk of shame undressed at least Ren would be somewhere else finding jumpsuits. That just left Cassidy, the engineer and Luis, the general ship hand whose belta creole was so thick even Fahir struggled to understand what he said.

    He lifted his head from the cool metal but gave up on any notion of standing up for the time being. For now he went as far as trying to untangle his legs from a very groggy and exceptionally naked security officer.

    With every wave of awareness came even more pain behind his eyes and more flashbacks from the night.

    Oh hell, he really had launched the escape pod in a particularly irresponsible manner.
     
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    Ren was more than happy to obey and scramble away.

    Iris was unphased by the faces looming over her. Most on this crew was bound to have found her in a similar state at one point of time after being apart of things long enough. There was no strength nor willpower to respond to the situation around her. Everything spun, the sudden g force applied to her body churning her stomach. She vomited, groaning and closing her eyes to it all. Didn't even get proper sleep...

    "Should we... be phoning the Green Sisters for a bit of medical?" Asked Cassidy, bordering more on the concerned side than judgmental. The engineer though ... his judgment was barely contained.
     
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    To his credit, he managed to keep the contents of his stomach down. Though the risk was very much still there, especially as the rancid smell was filling up the small space quickly.

    "Oh fuck, not... The Grimm... Auto docs."

    When in doubt the autodoc wrapped around the arm, took bloods and in these cases almost always dispensed saline to rehydrate.

    Those jumpsuits didn't seem to be arriving very quickly. Fahir was reticent to ask one of the crew to help him to his feet.

    You really did do that...

    He wasn't sure the crew would look at him in quite the same way. Or it would just be something muttered through hidden smirks for the next few years. Really needed to move before the liquid spread to where he was still lying.
     
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    Everyone just... watched, a touch dumbfounded to find the captain nude with one of their own on what was clearly a drug fueled joy ride. Were they really okay? Did he really go and do that? Fuck, were they still high?

    Ren was kinder than the rest, running back with jumpsuits AND some water. Unlike the others, she did not hesitate to push past the vomit and lie the supplies in their reach.

    "Um... Would you like... Help or...?"

    "Like he needs help getting it up," a voice whispered. Chortling pursued.
     
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    "That one is free," came Fahir's voice. It was followed by a dry retch. He needed to get out of this room. Back to the seats he shook his head and pulled himself into one of them. The pod kept spinning even though there was definitely a spin gravity.

    What had the other tablet been?

    He managed to get one leg into the jumpsuit before he had to close his eyes and swallow.

    "Thank you Ren," he said through gritted teeth. "You need help up Iris?" he asked. His head lolled towards the door and the others were given a look to suggest they found something else to be doing.
     
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  20. Renaya

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    There was no response. She had taken near double the amount as him and lacked even the presence of mind to make out his words. Rest. Just rest, the slight meager wave of the hand by her head seemed to say.

    Ren grimaced and swooped down to try help her up. But being belter born and raised, and a sick one at that, left her without the muscle to do it. Even in the spin gravity.

    "Yeah, no, can't," Ren told him. She gave a heavy sigh, not of judgement but of disappointment. She said nothing on it though, standing to straighten her mask and try to assess the situation.
     

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