DeVirr - Three of Spades

Adonis IV
Six Star Alliance - Fortress Station
0315 - 22-01-2396

Fortress Station - Charlie Dorms

…

“What was his name again?”

DeVirr sighed looking up at the ceiling trying briefly to recall both her new playmate's name and how much liquor she had actually put down during last night’s celebrations before she gave up on both and she pushed herself up on the one arm taking a moment to look over the room and the guy she had ended up sleeping with.

Her first impression was a pleasant one in that he was at least nice to look at. Fairly young, or at least seemingly younger than those she normally ended up sharing a bunk with. A finely shaped face with a solid jaw line sporting a light tanned complexion. His hair was dark and cut regulation short with wide shoulders and a broad torso with a sculpted muscular build typical of the ground forces types.

“Well at least you're not an officer.” She mused softly letting her gaze wander the room.

He stirred next to her, a soft sound escaping him before his tongue appeared briefly to wet his lips just before he rolled towards her. His large hand moving up her thigh and over her hip before finally settling on one of her breasts as he pushed closer to her rested his head against her shoulder.

“Oh, You’re such a baby.” She smirked again, kissing his forehead before her gaze spotted his uniform on the floor by the end of the bed with the name of Vance written on the name tag and opposite of that a unit patch showing a hand of cards with the joker on the face card showing. An all too familiar patch identifying him as belonging to Fire Team Charlie-2 better known as the ‘WildCards’

“Ahhhhhhh… you’re one of Joker’s little playmates.” She mused to herself aloud before reaching for the half finished bottle of whatever resting on the floor beside the bed.

The Tunnel Rats and the Wildcards had butted heads in the training sims a few times over the years but in all honesty she couldn’t really say there was any real bad blood between the two teams. Joker and his crew more often than not tending to work a different set of mission profiles then her crew so there were rarely any real reasons for a conflict of interest beyond the two units need to blow off steam from time to time.

DeVirr drank from the bottle holding it loosely in her hand as she enjoyed the sweet tingling sensation as the mixed drink ran down her throat.

The bodies assigned to the Wildcards were not well known for developing long term attachments either which was a good thing in her opinion given that she didn’t really want or need another would-be suitor hanging around competing for her attention during this campaign. A good fuck never hurt now and than but the lord knew she didn’t need to develop any lasting attachments.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her bedmate who took a deep breath and adjusted his weight against her as he rolled onto his back and stared up at her for a moment or two before he finally spoke-up.

“Hey beautiful, I thought you’d have run away by now.”

“No joy baby boy, I’m too lazy to fuck and run.” She smirked down at him before taking a shot from the bottle she held.

“Hey, don’t hog up all the good stuff.” He said in mock protest.

Glancing down at him she smirked and took another shot. “I’ll buy another bottle later if you’re still up for it.”

His features lit-up as he smiled back at her. His look striking her as holding a somewhat boyish charm to it.

‘Would you hate me if I said I can’t remember your name?” He said finally

“Would you hate me if I said I don’t recall yours either.”” She lied.

“My name is Vance but my friends call me Three.” He announced.

“Three huh?” She smirked again.” …Is that minutes or inches?”

Vance grunted rolling his eyes at her. “ Oh, that's really original.”

“I’m DeVirr… “ She offered him. “My friends call me DeVirr.”

“Cool, that makes things easier I bet.” He mused.

“Are you hungry Vance?’ She announced suddenly.

Not yet being fully awake it took him a moment or two to process the question before he nodded.”Yeah, I could go for something.”

…

She was dressed with her hair pulled back into a loose ponytail in short order she was just stepping out the cabin door almost running into an all too familiar figure.

“Hey there Joker, how's the little sis?” she announced pleasantly.

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