>_< So much hate for Macy's hair but too lazy to change it... Kirk's hair however turned out awesome. Woot for Kirk..
Here's the story that kinda leads up to this pic... Story came first, just wanted to sum it all up... And to avoid any comments, it's Kirk's room-- and he has no care what-so-ever for style.
He shifted the weight in his hand before carefully putting the burden down. Not that he'd ever admit he was having trouble with the heaviness of something. Despite his years on the ship- the work out, the training, and the other such activates that built up his muscle-, he would always be a half- breed, and a male one at that. He pushed the limit constantly of what his small hollow frame could handle, even in this slightly lighter than normal gravity. He shook out his arm (knowing there wasn't anyone around this part of the ship to really see him look weak), and glanced down at the case while knocking on the door.
The lower parts of the ship were mostly cargo area's, with three exceptions. There were three rooms, a few floors apart. One was for the occupant's privacy. Stita wanted his space when he was around. The others, on the opposing side, were for the crew's safety. One crewman was never much of the half-breed's concern. He was a mercenary. The engineer, on the other hand, lived in the room behind the door his knuckles currently rapped upon. He was anti-social, if only because he was pretty sure no one liked him. He was amazingly passive and when you got past his mixed fear and hatred for the Ritz (and half breeds), he was actually a pretty nice guy. As for why he was down here for the safety of the crew, well that was all due to his violent flashbacks to a much worse time. A small fix for that was to make sure he was dead drunk when he passed out at night. A task the Commander was more than willing to join him in.
It had become a bit of a tradition ever since the first time he had stopped by with a few bottles of something to sooth the soul. Few people knew that there was rarely a time the brilliant engineer wasn't drunk. The same few people also knew that the Commander himself was an alcoholic. It was this particular tradition he was hoping they'd take part in once again. Hopefully with less pulling rabbits out of over sized hats and only one or two moments of cursing out the ducks that liked to mess with the crew of the Omega. Though that sort of drunken banter was entertaining he was hoping for a few hours of sports, booze and relaxed, if but awkward, company.
Kirk opened the door, looking disheveled, dirty, and already a little on the not-so-sober side. His hair was still wet, suggesting he just got out of a shower. Macy offered a small smile. He constantly teased the engineer about his unkempt appearance but he wouldn't make a crack about it today. "I come with a gift of beer and the latest uploads of a few hockey games." Kirk, with out hesitation, picked up the 36 pack of beer and headed inside. Macy followed, closing the door behind him.
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