PHD #256: Older Chicks
Older Chicks
Summary: After the conclusion of a bet, Shiner and Bran meet in order to discuss the results. Or, they just end up talking about older women and Shiner's future.
Date: 09 Nov 2041 AE
Related Logs: Bran and Shiner's Bet (not posted), Ass Over Tea Kettle
Bran Shiner 
Recreation Room - Deck 9 - Battlestar Cerberus
This huge room spans quite a lot of floor space, the support beams crisscrossing at even points throughout the room. The two sides are divided fairly between the Enlisted and Officers with an unseen line more or less running down the center of the room. A couple pool and card tables sit in no-man's land with a series of regular mess tables at the rear of the room, nearest a counter full of minor refreshments like coffee and bags of chips. Magazines and reading material are spread out over the couched seating areas and a few televisions are set-up with a couple of video game systems made available.
Post-Holocaust Day: #256

Shiner is over by the pool table, leaning up against it and idly throwing balls down from one end to the other, attempting to pocket a few without the aid of a cue.

So something has gone down rumors-wise and Sam Bran has been hiding out in the recreation room, in order to avoid certain people. He isn't hiding very well though and in looking up from a small triad game he takes notice of the nearby Shiner. "Aw, frak," he might as well stop avoiding things. The man excuses himself in order to approach the other end of the pool table and he comes to stand there with arms folded loosely over his chest. He wryly grins, "Heard you ran into Poppy."

Shiner looks up, then gives an embarrassed clearing of his throat. "Ah. Um. Yeah. She's… uh… a character, huh? Remind me what the bet was again? Because I /did/ have my face in her lap. Does that count?"

Bran lifts his right hand up from being folded alongside the left and makes a dismissive, shrugging gesture. "Hells if I remember it," the hand is tucked back in and he glances over his shoulder in the direction of anyone nearby. They aren't paying close attention so he looks back to Mister Wright. "Let's see. Get her to wink at you and I put in a good word for you. Fail, I end up with some tea to share with the gentlefolk of the Wing. I'll… say it counts, so long as she was blushing."

"She was totally red," Shiner confirms firmly, giving a solid nod. "And then… uh… she kind of flipped out at me, though," he admits. "Um. She kind of said if you didn't own up to making the bet that she'd… uh… well, I forget what, but it didn't sound good. I had to come and tell you that. I didn't tell her it was you, though."

"Red works, flipping out's even better. I'll see what I can do." Bran's smiling but in the meantime he's reaching down in order to pick up a pair of billiard balls and tossing them idly between the two of his hands. He gets back to speaking up. "Yeah, I'll have a chat with her one of these days. But thanks," for not giving up his name, the ECO offers a grin, "She's going to want to kick my ass."

"You're totally right about her ass, though," Shiner notes, returning the grin. "For an older chick, it's not bad. Woman just can't take a compliment, huh?"

"Oh, yeah," about the woman's ass, "I've served with her on the Stussy too, uh, you end up seeing things here and there as time ticks along." Bran gives a low whistle under his breath and places one of the balls to the table in order to roll it off in Shiner's direction. He scores into the corner pocket. He laughs. "I'm going to say you walked into saying it the wrong way, is all."

"Well, maybe if she was ten years younger, I'd try my luck, y'know?" Shiner suggests amiably, fishing the ball out of the pocket and sending it back sailing down Bran's way, with enthusiasm if little accuracy. "You know who screwed with her sock drawer? She was fair about to burst last I saw her, and not at me, which was nice."

Bran gives a shrug of his shoulders when it comes to the differences in ages. The second ball is tossed back and forth between his hands before he rolls it forward into another pocket, freeing his hands enough to rub at the back of his neck with his right hand. His left hand plucks up the ball sent in his direction. "No frakking idea at all on that. I don't do any serious pranks, just… social networking, I guess, nothing like that, but… she always wants to explode on someone. There's nothing new there."

"Yeah?" Shiner queries, shifting his weight on the table as he fires another ball back down towards the far pocket. "I don't think I've ever seen a woman so much in need of a good, hard frak in all my life. I'll volunteer you next I see her, should I?"

Bran leans forward for a lingering moment and then pauses from replying in order to catch the next ball and slide it to the left. He sends another one back down the table. Then, he chokes out a laugh, "Oh, Lords, please don't. I'll leave that job to you. I am happily taken and thankfully not by Poppy - no offense, she really is a strong, beautiful woman - and somewhat crazy, but addicting - but I'm happy as is."

Shiner blocks the pocket with his fingers, jerking his hand back with a mild hiss of pain as the ball hits them. Dumbass. Shaking his hand, he raises an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Who're you all loved up with then, sir? Shit, it's like everyone on the whole ship's getting some apart from me." A pause. "Well, apart from me and Captain Vakos."

Bran gets a bit of amusement in watching Shiner get hit but then he's clearing his throat and coming down from the emotional high that is picturing him and Poppy together. He looks up to the guy at the question and grins. "I'd say but it'd get my ass kicked. With you, well, we just need to refine your natural charm and you'll be swimming in it all," because every guy wants to swim in a pool full of women or something. He doesn't bother making a good analogy. "I guess starting with the Captain, before she kills you."

"Way to start out with the difficult ones, dude," Shiner points out, rolling his eyes. "I'll start with Sof or something. She thinks I'm pretty cute."

"I like it. She's rather amazing." Bran gives an enthusiastic nod of his head. He sends another ball back down the table and pushes his weight off against it in order to stand up straight, pocketing his hands for the time being. "She was around a lot when you were in med-bay, right?" He slowly nods, thinking over it, "Go for it, eh? I'll handle things with Poppy."

Shiner nods firmly, flashing a smile. "Right. And if that works, then I'll move on to more difficult ones. Thanks, sir."

Bran looks to the side as a pair of folk move along but his attention is soon drifting back in the direction of Shiner, and he nods to the guy with a wry smirk. "Poppy hasn't killed you, yet. Might get lucky on that front," but the Taurian's all talk right now, nothing serious hopefully, and his smirk melts down into a good grin while he steps around the pool table. "Oh," he stops walking and pulls his hands out of his pockets. Turning, he asks, "You talk with your Cee-Ohs about transferring to the Wing?"

"Not formally," Shiner admits, wrinkling his nose. "I mean, I'm going to look a real dumbass if I don't make it, right? And I'll be the first to admit that I'm not the brightest spark out there. I dunno. I'll talk to the boss and see."

"I'm sure you'll do fine," reassures Bran. He shifts his weight from one boot to the other before looking away and back to his table of triad. "Worst comes to worst, the Lords'll just take a while longer in showing you where you fit in with all this mess we call life. Or we'll find out before them." He laughs at himself and then gives Shiner a royal grin. "Talk with the Heads. You won't ever find out until you try." The ECO then begins to wander off back to his card game in order to win bets and such. "I'll see you around."

"Catch you later, sir," Shiner replies, giving the man a brief smile.

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