Her curled fist hits the button on her side. "It's your ship, you can go pretty much wherever you want." Not as much of an answer as maybe he wanted but it was what he got, followed by the chime of a door being unsecured for entry.
Chyler walked back to her glass, still mostly full, still sitting there looking like a very bad decision waiting to happen.
Her disheveled state couldn't be blamed on the alcohol, she hadn't had enough. So her mussed hair and clean unadorned skin was just her natural state. The fact that she was wearing a button down shirt that covered her but was a million miles from regulation was another story.
She got tired of the skin suits, always tight, always clinging and always a reminder of what she was now. And fatigues were something of a lie considering she existed outside the bounds of that true lifestyle these days.
So there she was, not at all ready for company but too emotionally tired to care, all bare legs and lose shirt and looking like she was bone tired. Not exactly the prettiest sight he'd ever see.
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Date: 2020-01-24 04:24 am (UTC)Chyler walked back to her glass, still mostly full, still sitting there looking like a very bad decision waiting to happen.
Her disheveled state couldn't be blamed on the alcohol, she hadn't had enough. So her mussed hair and clean unadorned skin was just her natural state. The fact that she was wearing a button down shirt that covered her but was a million miles from regulation was another story.
She got tired of the skin suits, always tight, always clinging and always a reminder of what she was now. And fatigues were something of a lie considering she existed outside the bounds of that true lifestyle these days.
So there she was, not at all ready for company but too emotionally tired to care, all bare legs and lose shirt and looking like she was bone tired. Not exactly the prettiest sight he'd ever see.