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Post by ~ ADMIN on Jul 31, 2010 16:58:12 GMT -5
Annabelle had intended to go out for dinner and a couple of drinks, but had somehow been convinced to drink a lot more than she had allowed for, and was now somewhat tipsy. Good thing she wasn't wearing heels, otherwise she would have fallen on her arse ten times over by now. She and Ollie had ducked into Julia's diner as she'd been craving ice cream, not that she needed sugar on top of her tipsiness, but any sort of food would be good. Pancakes would be better to soak up the alcohol, it depended on how drunk she wanted to continue to be... no, not drunk, tipsy. She was adamant that she was only tipsy, especially seeing as Ollie hadn't drank a drop.
Anna was about to go over to the counter and order whatever first came to mind when she let out a gasp. Swaying slightly, she walked round the side of the bar where she found an air hockey table. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed, a little too loudly before covering her mouth with her hand and giggling. "I love these things," she grinned round at Ollie. Grabbing both of the paddles, she held one out to him, "I challenge ye, Oliver Pratt, to a match of the fast paced, quick fire air hockey! Do ye accept?"
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Post by somerandomhippie2 on Jul 31, 2010 17:10:20 GMT -5
The day had been quite interesting for Ollie. After spending time on the beach, he had wandered in, looking at the brochure. When he got to the restaurant section, his stomach growled. It was about supper-time, after all. So, he had decided to wander around looking for a good place to eat. Anna had joined him for a little company.
The place had been nice, though the waiters seemed a little miffed that he didn't want any wine. Anna, however, had been courteous enough to accept it. She was swaying slightly now, as they wandered over to the diner for dessert, and her accent seemed a little pronounced. Hopefully she wasn't too drunk.
All hopes of that were dashed as she found the air-hockey table. He loved playing it, sure, he and his buddies had organized a bit of a league in college. He just couldn't fathom Anna, the chief tactical officer, playing air-hockey while sober. She was definitely drunk.
He couldn't help grinning, though. "Then I accept, Annabelle McAdam. I shall play for my honor, and if I so fail, I will buy ice cream. Sound fair, opponent?" He took a paddle, and fished the plastic puck out of the goal, switching the table on. The air rushed up. "Shake before?" he asked, holding out a paddle-free hand.
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Post by ~ ADMIN on Jul 31, 2010 17:26:24 GMT -5
Anna wasn't on high tactical alert all the time, she knew how to let her hair down and have fun every once in a while. She was only twenty-one, and she felt like she'd already missed out on a lot of the social scene by not going to college full time, or partying after school was finished, etc. Air hockey was innocent enough.
"And if I lose..." she twisted the ball of her foot from side to side on the floor, "I will... I... accept it gracefully, and try not to fall asleep on you." She grinned, "fair is fair." Taking his hand, she shook it, then took her position at the end of the table, getting ready to play. Ollie had the puck first, she was determined not to let his first shot in. "Go!"
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Post by somerandomhippie2 on Jul 31, 2010 17:33:13 GMT -5
Ollie grinned at her ultimatum. "Sounds fair to me," he grinned. "It's no fun eating ice cream when the person beside you is snoring." Though, he had a feeling she would look just as nice snoring-- just not with ice cream plastered on her face. They shook, and he let the puck down.
He bounced it off the side-boards, a nice and easy shot. No need to go too hard on Anna while she was drunk-- that would be cruel. Besides, he was a little out of practice. He hadn't played air hockey since he had last been in college, and that was at least two years ago. Their league had been a hit, to say the least-- in under a year, most of the bars in the area had adopted air-hockey tables of their own, to accommodate the wants of all the drunk freshmen. He had been fairly good, but that was when he was playing once a week. This would be iffy.
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Post by ~ ADMIN on Jul 31, 2010 17:41:04 GMT -5
The pub in her home town had an air hockey table, and seeing as she had tried to avoid spending any time in the house at all, it was a good place to go and play with her school friends, when they had grown tall enough to actually reach the top of the table. It wasn't exactly easy to play when you were both standing on a box - you were less able to maneuver for shots lest you wanted to fall off the box and let the other person score, which wasn't desirable in the slightest.
Anna snorted with laughter at what he said, "I don't think I'd trust anyone to be beside me eating ice cream while I was sleeping, I'd end up with ice cream up my nose or something." She hit the puck with a little too much vigor, and it ricocheted all about the table from side to side until it caught her off guard, slipping into her goal. "Shhhhhh-oot," she said, picking up the puck, putting it back on the table. "Let's try that again," hitting it more delicately this time, it bounced off the side towards Ollie.
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Post by somerandomhippie2 on Jul 31, 2010 17:52:13 GMT -5
Ollie laughed at Anna's remark. "I don't think I'd ever fall asleep beside anyone in a diner," he chuckled. "I'd probably end up with syrup in my hair and whipped cream all over my shirt or something. Not to mention my ice cream would be gone." He seemed to be the butt of jokes a lot-- why, he had no idea, and probably would never figure out. His degree was in physics, not psychology.
He drew back his paddle as Anna sent a shot flying, the puck bouncing off every available surface before sliding into her net. She managed to keep her language in, though. "Hey, you still have nine points left," he pointed out. "You're not out of the running yet." He sent the puck back gently-- he didn't want another crazy shot ending up in his net.
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Post by ~ ADMIN on Jul 31, 2010 18:09:44 GMT -5
Anna snickered at what Ollie had said, hitting the puck back more skillfully than the last one. "You'd look like a human snow cone or something," she chortled, before finally managing to get the puck in Ollie's net. "Woo!" Anna grinned across at him, deciding not to rub the goal in too much. She was all liquored up, but she could tell he was taking it easy on her. "We're even now. 8 points to go."
The following points went down pretty evenly, leaving them with two points to go, and four points each. "The competition is hotting up," she commented, "I tip my metaphorical hat to you, you're good." She was managing to keep most of her comments reigned in for the moment. She had managed to refrain from telling him he looked adorable, although it was on the tip of her tongue. She was determined not to embarrass herself in this state, she'd just regret it in the morning.
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Post by somerandomhippie2 on Jul 31, 2010 18:20:34 GMT -5
Ollie raised a brow as the puck soared into his net. She was good, even when she was drunk. "Now we're tied," he observed, with a cheeky grin. "I can start playing now." Let's see how good he was, after a few years' hiatus.
After a few rounds, he finally admitted he was out of practice. Either that, or Anna was just really good at air-hockey when she was drunk. She was good at finding the sweet spots, knocking past his defenses with vigor. Maybe it was the way she crouched over the table, her eyes alight, holding her tongue between her teeth just so. Well, it was certainly distracting him a little, at any rate. He tried it for himself, and failed miserably. Never mind, she was just good.
He snickered at her comment. "I tip my hat to both your air-hockey skills and your grammar," he grinned cheekily. "Obviously, I've been using my adverbs wrong all this time. If 'hotting' is even an adverb." He fired one off the wall, and watched as it ricochetted in. "How badly do you want ice cream?"
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Post by ~ ADMIN on Jul 31, 2010 18:32:43 GMT -5
Anna's mouth dropped open, he was teasing her! She harumphed, in a slightly undignified manner, and said, "of course it is an adverb," she snorted, "and, you know, gullible isn't a word in the dictionary." She grinned right back then growled slightly as he got the puck past her. He was good, he'd obviously played a lot before, and he wasn't taking it easy on her any more, at least, not as far as she could tell anyway.
Her bottom lip jutted out into a pout, her eyes enlarged. "Badly," she said, focusing hard as she put the puck back on the table, preparing her next shot. She had to get this one in for them to tie, otherwise she lost. Narrowing her eyes, she hit the puck and it bounced once off the side, past his paddle and straight into the net. "Oh yeah!" she threw her arms up into the air. Phew.
Looking across at him she said, "we never specified what would happen if we drew," she raised at eyebrow, looking at him to make a suggestion.
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Post by somerandomhippie2 on Jul 31, 2010 19:04:01 GMT -5
Ollie chuckled as Anna's jaw dropped, then glowered at him. "Really?" he asked, putting his innocent face on. "I'm really mis-informed, then. Put my English teacher to shame." He shook with silent laughter. Oh, she was witty. Quite brash, too. He had no idea how he had missed her bold presence before now-- then again, they were on opposite ends of the ship. Still. She was quite reserved on the job, more so than he was. He liked to joke around, keep it light. Not exactly the best in the weapons department, he supposed.
She gave him her puppy-dog pout, and he couldn't help but smile. Uh oh. She had a secret weapon now. That wasn't good. Especially since it stuck in his head, and caused him to miss an easy block. He groaned as Anna cheered, and bounced a little. This wasn't going to be easy.
"Hmm..." he mused, thinking. "How about... I buy ice cream, and you... get me a dictionary." He grinned, raising an eyebrow. "Sound fair to you?" He sent the puck off the wall.
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Post by ~ ADMIN on Jul 31, 2010 19:25:40 GMT -5
"I can practically see that halo shining over your head," Anna smirked, putting her paddle down on the table for the next people who wanted to play. "They don't teach the classics anymore," she said with a wistful, albeit fake, sigh, "reading straight from the dictionary used to hold a whole class enraptured, but now..." she shook her head, unable to keep herself from dissolving into laughter at the end. He was just as witty as she was, he was able to keep up the banter well.
Anna let out a laugh when he suggested that she buy him a dictionary if he bought her ice cream. "Deal," she grinned, and she'd keep to it as well. He could expect a brand spanking new dictionary waiting for him as soon as they got back to the ship. It would give her an excuse to wander to the science labs and see what they were actually like. "Ice cream, ice cream," she said, acting like a five year old as she headed over to the bar, perching on one of the stools and taking a look at all the different flavours they had. It was free anyway, so she could have whatever she wanted really. "Are you having any?"
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Post by somerandomhippie2 on Jul 31, 2010 19:57:51 GMT -5
Ollie dissolved into chuckles as Anna did, shaking his head. She was hilarious. "Oh, I remember the days," he snickered. "I think page 428 was my favorite. I never forgot that second column..." Shaking, he put his paddle down, and trailed after an excited Anna. Why didn't they do this more often?
He popped up beside her, looking through the glass counter at all the different flavors. "Oh, definitely," he grinned, peeking around her at the pistachio. He could barely remember the last time he had looked at the ice cream in the diner. He was... Fifteen, if he could remember rightly. Just a bunch of his friends, meandering down to the vintage diner for shakes and ice cream. He'd never thought much of it at the time, but it had been almost ten years since he'd had proper diner ice cream since then. How time flew.
The waitress bounced over in her lacy apron and hat, asking for their orders. "I'll have... Cookie Dough, I think. And she'll have..." He turned to Anna.
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Post by ~ ADMIN on Jul 31, 2010 20:10:06 GMT -5
Anna burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggles, fanning herself in an effort to try and stop. "It's a real page turner that dictionary." This was getting terrible, soon she wasn't going to be able to stop laughing, and she'd just be chuckling all the way back to the house. She could have sworn the effect of the alcohol had been lessening somewhat, but it certainly wasn't helping when he was being so funny. She hadn't laughed like this in a long time, close to belly aching laughing.
As Ollie peered round her to look at the ice cream flavours, she turned her head towards him and smirked, gently blowing air into his ear. She was being playful now, definitely still feeling the effects of the wine. She told herself to behave, and looked back round at the flavours, biting her lip, trying to choose. They had so many flavours these days, it made it near impossible to choose what you wanted. "She will have Chocolate brownie," Anna finally decided, smirking across at Ollie.
Ice cream and all other sugary things were like their own food group to her. She needed any and all sources of energy that she could get in her line of work. Except, she wasn't that big of a fan of coffee. It smelled gorgeous, but she found that it didn't live up to the hype in its taste. "So, Ollie, not of the Rollie Polly variety, how are you enjoying your holiday so far? Apart from this evening with the tipsy Scottish red head."
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Post by somerandomhippie2 on Jul 31, 2010 20:24:45 GMT -5
"--She'll have chocolate brownie," he repeated to the waitress. She nodded with a smile, and went to get some cones. Ah, the good days. This was perfect. Playing air-hockey, getting ice cream, all with a pretty red-head. He didn't have days like this very often. I should have days like this more often, he mused.
Ollie smirked, sending his own huff of hair into Anna's ear. "That's payback," he told her, reaching over to grab their ice creams from the waitress. He handed Anna's over, and grabbed the appropriate payment. The waitress grinned, and went to serve a table. Biting the bottom off his ice cream, he turned it over in his mouth. "Wonderful," he grinned, slurping more of the ice cream down. "Beats a bio-synthesizer any day."
He snorted at her nickname. "No, I'm certainly not that rollie-polly. Though I might be getting close, after this ice cream." He glanced down at his torso. "Nope. Anyways, this had been quite a relaxing vacation, compared to the usual gung-ho at work." He smiled across at Anna. "The evening with the tipsy Scottish red-head definitely tops the list." He went back to his ice cream, a little self-conscious. Hopefully that comment wasn't too conspicuous... He glanced at her again. He did mean it, though. Maybe she would catch that.
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Post by ~ ADMIN on Aug 1, 2010 4:30:43 GMT -5
A couple of strands of hair blew up onto Anna's nose, tickling her. "Ooh," she shuddered, quickly pushing them away. "Payback huh?" she looked across at him, "you realise phrases like that usually end in a poking war around me, don't you?" she grinned. Watching as he pulled the ice cream over, she gave him a sincere, "thank you." This was the second time he'd brought her food (although, the first time it was for Kiri as well), it was nice. Anna ate a spoonful of the ice cream unable to hold back an 'mmmmmmm'. "Trumps the bio-synthesiser completely."
Her eyes followed his to his torso, and she quickly snapped them to her ice cream again when she realised that she'd stared for a little too long. "Please, you could never be rollie-polly," a smirk creeped across her face, "you're just not awesome enough." She poked her tongue out at him to let him know that she was joking so he hopefully wouldn't take offense. She had another mouthful of ice cream, swallowing hard when he said that this evening topped the list. The fair skin on her cheeks flushed pink, and she coughed, trying to hide what his flattery had just done to her. "Really?" She was regretting that teasing comment now, "because you are awesome, really. I was kidding." Anna wasn't usually caught off guard like this, she blamed the wine.
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