Yeaaaah, there was stuff she wasn’t telling him; Tucker was strangely perceptive, more than the others around him (even if he, too, had been fooled by Felix but everyone was entitled to an off day. Er, week. Look,. Wash and the Reds had been captured and he was off his game then). Even now, things were starting to click, pieces that made more sense as he started to put them into a puzzle, but the picture was damn near fuzzy because of alcoholic glasses.
She’s important. She’s--
But goddamn, then she was smiling and it didn’t exactly matter anymore, did it? And she was talking about fun and was it meant to sound just that dirty in his head? He watched her drinking from the bottle and Tucker hoped like hell she wasn’t taken.
Who was he kidding? It wouldn’t stop him if she was.
“Dude, tell me about it.” One war seemed to just bleed into another one, all of it connected by thin threads, and he could barely remember where it all began. “I mean, it could be worse: it could be just two different colored teams in the middle of a bullshit made up conflict while stuck inside a pretty empty canyon, but this is pretty bad, too.”
Even if a lot of good had come out of Blood Gulch: some of his best memories, and some of the biggest bullshit - fuck you, Wyoming!. But it would always be better where it was more bitching than any real fighting, better than where people died, like it had been back on Chorus, like it was here. He took another drink, finishing off what was in the cup and fuck all, the world tilted a few degrees.
“Tucker. Lavernius Tucker, lover spoken about in all the legends.” He smiled, leaning up a little. “Blue Team, alien diplomat, and Chosen One, but you can call me ‘yours’.”
NO GUILTS! NONE!
Oh, he was sure of his cock. Bow chicka bow wow.Yeaaaah, there was stuff she wasn’t telling him; Tucker was strangely perceptive, more than the others around him (even if he, too, had been fooled by Felix but everyone was entitled to an off day. Er, week. Look,. Wash and the Reds had been captured and he was off his game then). Even now, things were starting to click, pieces that made more sense as he started to put them into a puzzle, but the picture was damn near fuzzy because of alcoholic glasses.
She’s important. She’s--
But goddamn, then she was smiling and it didn’t exactly matter anymore, did it? And she was talking about fun and was it meant to sound just that dirty in his head? He watched her drinking from the bottle and Tucker hoped like hell she wasn’t taken.
Who was he kidding? It wouldn’t stop him if she was.
“Dude, tell me about it.” One war seemed to just bleed into another one, all of it connected by thin threads, and he could barely remember where it all began. “I mean, it could be worse: it could be just two different colored teams in the middle of a bullshit made up conflict while stuck inside a pretty empty canyon, but this is pretty bad, too.”
Even if a lot of good had come out of Blood Gulch: some of his best memories, and some of the biggest bullshit - fuck you, Wyoming!. But it would always be better where it was more bitching than any real fighting, better than where people died, like it had been back on Chorus, like it was here. He took another drink, finishing off what was in the cup and fuck all, the world tilted a few degrees.
“Tucker. Lavernius Tucker, lover spoken about in all the legends.” He smiled, leaning up a little. “Blue Team, alien diplomat, and Chosen One, but you can call me ‘yours’.”
Fucking smooth.