Some Space Bar in some Space Galaxy; Dimension FH-001; Friday Evening [05/12].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer and Stark were, at this point, on their third space bar, and the evening had been going well. There was a little bit of space shopping before hand, to ensure that they looked their space best, and the first two space bars had been great. This one, however, was not impressing Summer very much, so it might not be too long before they found their way to Space Bar #4. She was pretty sure those were strands of 'Get Schwifty' mixed into whatever god-awful dub-step garbage the DJ was pumping out, and she was having some issues with the jerk bartender.

"That's so speciesist!" she declared. "You can't just assume I can't handle it just because I'm from Earth. I once huffed an entire K-Zax Array!"

"You huffed a Marlazzeh Gay?"

"No!" said Summer. "Well...maybe. I've had some pretty wild weekends lately, but what I said was K-Zax Array! Do you know what that is? That's like smoking The Ring, okay? Most pilots die after three days!"

"I still can't serve that to Earthlings. Federation law."

"Bitch," said Summer, "I destroyed the Federation!"

The bartender looked unimpressed.

"Ugh! Fine! Just...get me two of those glowing smoking ones in the fancy glasses, then, I guess."

And, once she had those two glowing smoking drinks in the fancy glasses, she drifted back over to where Stark was waiting to hand him one and then liberally take a drink from her own. "That bartender," she announced, "sucks. I swear to god, if you tip him over ten percent, I'm leaving you here."

She knew it would probably be impossible to convince Stark not to tip at all, so she figured that was a good compromise.

"....okay, fifteen percent," she allowed, looking at her drink, impressed, "because, damn, that's actually really good. Or I'm already really drunk. One of the two."

[[ for the egregiously modded alien with her, and NFB for distance, obvi ]]

Comments

[stykera]

Moaning like that was unfair. Moving like that was unfair and Stark was very aware of the fact that Summer was in his lap and could tell exactly how unfair her actions were when he lifted his hips in turn.

He wanted to tell her she didn't have to wear one, or any sort of top at all. All he managed was growling out her name against her neck before grazing his teeth against that spot again.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Oh, the audacity! Mentioning unfairness when he wasn't even the one wearing a space dress that was far too short to begin with, well before getting into any straddling laps or rocking hips.

That next bite was met with a sound half laugh, half delighted gasp. Summer tilted jer head back more, eagerly, and the hand at the back of Stark's head pulled him in to hold him there more firmly for a little while.

[stykera]

The space dress was a perfect length, in Stark's opinion, though it was in the way at the moment. He'd get to that soon. First he had to make sure to leave some visible proof on Summer's neck of just how much he appreciated this date excursion.

Once he was satisfied with his work there he pressed a very gentle kiss to the forming bruise then pulled back to grin smugly at Summer. He untangled his hand from her hair then moved both hands to her thighs, fingers stopping just below the hem of that dress.

"Please?"