"Good morning, sir! Will you be having the split pea soup with meat flavoured SCPs, the baked beans with potato flavoured SCPs, or the salad with tuna flavoured SCPs?" The server, a cute blue skinned girl, asks.
The Syren Conspiracy (For Floozer)
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"Yes sir!" She says, serving up the soup with red, somewhat jelly-like cubes in a bowl before putting it into a tray with a small piece of chocolate, a glass of water and some utensils before handing it over to her. "Here you go, sir! Enjoy your meal!" She says with a smile.
Alex takes the baked beans and potato flavoured SCPs before leading her to an empty table. He sits and motions for her to do the same before digging in.
The SCP is very close, but not exactly, the flavour of meat. The split pea soup, however, tastes organic, and the peas give way in her mouth with a nice squishy crunch, filling her mouth with flavour. Together, the meal was actually not bad, and one could get used to it easily.
Suddenly, she feels Alex's foot start to rub against her leg as he smiles at her. He doesn't seem horny. Just wants the physical contact, it seems.
Suddenly, she feels Alex's foot start to rub against her leg as he smiles at her. He doesn't seem horny. Just wants the physical contact, it seems.
The rubbing is slow and sensual, with Alex staring into her eyes the whole time. "I just can't get enough of you..." He murmurs, leaning forward and taking her hand, his thumb tracing circles over it.
He laughs and gives her hand a squeeze. "What can I say? Cheesy romance runs in the family!" He says, shrugging.
He smiles and pulls her hand to his lips before kissing it and returning it to the table.
"So... You ready?" He murmurs, giving her a serious look.
"So... You ready?" He murmurs, giving her a serious look.
He laughs at that. "Yeah. Just a normal Tuesday night indeed... Speaking of which, we still have five hours left. Wanna go for a good lay, give the troops a speech, check all the weapons and stuff, what?" He asks.
He nods and finishes his food before taking hers as well and depositing it at the tray collection point. With that, he takes her hand and leads her to the armory, where they see rows upon rows of armor and weapons, all for the eighty something crew members. Once they're in, Alex turns to Olivia. "Listen, Liv... I gotta tell you something..." He murmurs. "We haven't sent a full fighting force. This ship can easily hold more than two hundred, yet we sent only eighty, because... Because well... They're all volunteers. Nobody else wanted to sign up for what they were calling a suicide mission..." He murmurs.
"No. Don't think like that. These guys came because they wanted to prove something. That there's always hope, even against the worst odds." Alex murmurs, staring intently at her as he presses his forehead to hers.
He doesn't reply, but follows behind her, checking the gear as well. It seems he wants to keep the conversation going, but can't really think of something to say.
"Hmm? Oh yeah it is... Will get it replaced. As for that gun, well, they all know basic weapon maintenance, so... Shouldn't be much of a problem. Also, that helmet is busted. The others are fine..." He says, picking up the one with the messed up wiring and looking skeptically inside before putting it on. "How do I look?" He asks.
"Yep. Horns." He says, pulling it off.
It doesn't come off.
"Well... Shit..." He says, giving it another few yanks. "It's stuck!" He groans.
It doesn't come off.
"Well... Shit..." He says, giving it another few yanks. "It's stuck!" He groans.
It comes off, and he shakes his head. "Baaah! Not wearing that crap again!" He says, flipping off the helmet. "And thanks, Liv!"
"Yeah. Looks like it." He murmurs.
He suddenly grabs her by the waist and slams her against the wall, kissing her hard, his tongue wrapping around hers as if it doesn't want to let go.
He suddenly grabs her by the waist and slams her against the wall, kissing her hard, his tongue wrapping around hers as if it doesn't want to let go.