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[ownperson]

depends what u mean by 'it', my pick-up game is ruuuusty. haven't had to flirt well enough to get someone home from a bar in an age

that's the hard part. the sex is easy

[astraythought]

I see.

Are you only interested in whatever strangers you encounter in bars?

[ownperson]

nah that's just like. the quick and dirty option tbh

[ One she probably should try to avoid, she imagines the bars are mostly locals and... that's a whole fucking other thing entirely. ]

my winning personality hasn't won me a lot of other options yet

[ Why yes, South is being dense. ]

[astraythought]

[Ducky, meanwhile, is chickenshit. Literally five minutes pass before the next message.]

Your personality is not that abrasive, South.

[ownperson]

eh it kinda is, i can own it

but thank you that puts you on a very small list of people who disagree

[ ... ]

oh shit am i being super slow right now

[astraythought]

I need to meet quota as well.

And you did say you were most interested in shorter women.

[ownperson]

oh my fuckin god i missed that by a mile how the fuck

[ She sends that off immediately so it doesn't look like she's ignoring the message, and then takes a short pause to do a mix of laughing and groaning at herself. ]

you sure fucking do and i sure fucking did

shit yeah i mean i'm down

i stg i'm not usually that dense

[astraythought]

I should perhaps mention that I've never been with a woman before. I may need...guidance?

[Could this possibly be more awkward? Well, perhaps. Ducky at least comes from an alternate Earth with no established history of homophobia. One of her dear friends is a lady detective with an artist for a wife.]

[ownperson]

oh yeah no sweat

would not be the first time i've been w/ someone who hasn't tbh

first time for everything and shit

[astraythought]

When would it be convenient to meet up? I'm assuming your place would be better--I have a roommate, and as much as I like him, I don't think either of us want him in the room.

[ownperson]

yeah plus my place is stupidly fuckin fancy and comfortable

i'm p much free whenever? have to get back to the apartment from going out for some air but don't even have work for a couple days, and the shift r late evenings anyway

[astraythought]

Then I propose you meet me at the elevator and walk me to your home.

[Ducky doesn't want to give herself time to get anxious and find an excuse not to actually...you know...do the thing.]

[ownperson]

yeah sure i can meet you there

i'll head over and wait

[astraythought]

I will be there soon.

[And soon indeed is a Ducky there, dressed in the same grey dress, hair all pinned up and carefully coifed. She looks nervous, and not just because of, you know, having to report her business in the Up to the SIN guards.]

[ownperson]

[ South's dressing a lot more like herself, now she well, has clothes and is herself. Jeans, unisex cut t-shirt, leather jacket, boots. Her dye looks refreshed, too. No nervousness on her, but she flashes Ducky an attempt at a reassuring smile when she comes over to her. ]

Hey, you all set?

[astraythought]

I am. And excited to see your luxury apartment, ma'am.

[The honorific is for the sake of the guards, humor dancing in Ducky's dark eyes as it comes out.]

[ownperson]

[ South snickers under her breath, and she offers Ducky her arm, both for the sake of display and because it'll be easier not to walk too far ahead if she has to keep pace because Ducky's holding it. ]

It is a damn nice place. Better not keep you waiting long then huh? Let's get going.

[astraythought]

[Ducky's hand rests gently on South's arm, and she steps in close, very conscious of the height difference between them at this moment. Ah, to be in the shadow of giants...]

Of course. Lead on.

[ownperson]

[ South starts walking, Ducky's hand definitely the reminder she needs to moderate her pace. She knows the route back to the apartment building from places like the elevator by now, so she leads them back there without getting lost or anything. ]

I'm up on the 8th floor, suite B. You been into the building before?

[astraythought]

No, not yet. Believe it or not, you're the first Dominant to take me home.

[Well, there's room to debate how the mindfuck week qualifies, but it's true enough.]

If you've got a decent kitchen, you may have to put up with me making food later.

[ownperson]

Oh, yeah, there's a nice kitchen I hardly know what to do with. I've been using the room service.

[ She was not the responsible twin in her youth, she figured out the basics since but this is kind of her first time completely on her own outside of like, the military or the rig, both of which had their own structures.

She leads them into the elevator when they get inside, and it is all very nice in there. Hits the button for the 8th floor. ]

[astraythought]

You all have room service?

[Jealous duck is jealous.]

We have an all-day buffet. After about the first two hours, most of it is congealed or cold, and none of it is appetizing.

[ownperson]

[ South pulls a face. Yeah, she can imagine how bad that gets. ]

Eugh, the more I hear about the Down housing the worse it fuckin' gets.

Yeah, this place is kinda ridiculous, the apartment feels too big for like, what, two people tops? I mean, my perspective's a bit fuckin' skewed, but...

[ She shrugs. It's honestly nicer than she knows how to live in, but that's a weird complaint to have, she knows. It's not bad, just... weird, for her. And too quiet on her own.

When the elevator doors open she casts a quick, wary glance across the hall at suite A, but seeing no sign of Wash she just leads Ducky to her door and opens it, beckons to let Ducky step inside first. ]

See for yourself.

[astraythought]

[Ducky steps inside, glancing around.]

In theory, you could have multiple submissives here. It is a nice place, though.

[It's actually of similar quality (though smaller size) to Bastrop Manor. Ducky's first instinct on walking inside is to pick up any trash or clothes lying out in plain sight. Some habits never die...]

[ownperson]

...huh, guess so.

[ One extra bedroom = one other person in her head, but not like there's something stopping you sharing one of the beds she guesses.

South's thankful that she didn't leave the place too messy before going out today, that'd be embarrassing, but it's definitely not totally devoid of stuff laying about. So she groans, drops her head into her hand for a second, before at least moving to pick up some things on her own—there's a mostly empty whiskey bottle she pulls a face at and gets out of the way, for one. ]

I swear, I'm not a total slob. Just— getting used to living alone.